<?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-13097366</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:36:35.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow Your Heart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-115979069852429076</id><published>2006-10-02T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T05:40:29.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in store for me 3 days from now...</title><content type='html'>Three days from now I'll be turning another year old. New year, new life, new chapter. A quarter has been added.. The question is what is it that awaits me. What is it that I have to face. New battles in life. The past years I could say gave me a lot of experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown starts here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-115979069852429076?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/115979069852429076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=115979069852429076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/115979069852429076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/115979069852429076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2006/10/whats-in-store-for-me-3-days-from-now.html' title='What&apos;s in store for me 3 days from now...'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-115970515300128251</id><published>2006-10-01T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T06:25:14.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Step Up. ...</title><content type='html'>Here are some clips of Step up... So cool so inspiring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OqOx5EhLVZo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OqOx5EhLVZo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Step Up Finale&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zDJpaDEuPJo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zDJpaDEuPJo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sean Paul Step Up Music Video Feature&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zl6kAhIlo2s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zl6kAhIlo2s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-115970515300128251?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/115970515300128251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=115970515300128251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/115970515300128251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/115970515300128251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2006/10/step-up.html' title='Step Up. ...'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-113726764022721064</id><published>2006-09-14T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T02:51:42.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just came across...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1138/1600/libra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1138/320/libra.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;You can charm your way out of anything.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have a bit of a roving eye, especially during youth. You fail to draw the line between friendship and love. You love being around a small group of people. You sparkle and make intelligent conversation, but when the group is over a dozen, you run for cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You need harmony to remain stable, and this holds good for your relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;What you lack in commitment, you make up for in charm. For you, romance is an exhilarating experience. While all this sounds very rosy, you do a double take when it comes to a permanent relationship. You like to be in love, but do not take the initiative to take the relationship forward.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love Sign - TAURUS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every relationship is a dream with you around! You are a romantic, affectionate lover and friend. You also admire beauty, and your emotions are stable and dependable. You live by the dictum of commitment. You are forever enraptured and will be more responsive and devoted, as the commitments get heavier.&lt;br /&gt;You love the good things in life. You love to rake in the money, it means you are safe and secure. You are not discriminating in your appreciation for creativity and culture of any realm. You will enjoy things as diverse as the opera, fine food, wine, performances, art and music. You are blessed with the capacity to savor each moment to the fullest extent, and instinctively seek out the beauty in your surroundings. However, you may want to watch out for a possessive streak! You will be happiest in a relationship that provides you with a real sense of belonging and stability.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;You in Relationships&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your magnanimous outlook is a boon in relationships and this attribute makes you a pleasure to be with. You want to be loved and lusted after, although you refuse to take the lead initially. In a relationship, you can alternate between being the dependant and dominant partner, based on your analysis of what you can get from a relationship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;LIbra's Do's and Dont's&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO'S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make sure there is harmony in the relationship always. The Libra hates it when the apple cart is upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Know your Bach from your Beethoven. The Libra has a great interest in the arts, and will expect you to keep up, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuck away little gifts for your Libra. They love surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make sure your Libra has a say in every matter. For the Libra, a good&lt;br /&gt;courtship is all about sharing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;You must know that a likes to consider issues carefully. If something is taking too long, wait. Don't push.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;DONT's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't be a frump, when it comes to your relationship. The Libra loves spontaneity, so keep those little surprises tucked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Complaining about the Libra laziness can be sacrilege. Your Libra may not be a great help with the chores, don't expect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't ever mention that the your special someone looks ill. The Libra likes to remain in robust health all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snap decisions are just not made for the Libra. Let them mull over what is best for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't expect the Libra to make major decisions quickly. Weighing issues is a Libra art, so make use of it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How Beautiful Libra Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;li&gt;Admit it. You do have a secret formula for looking good. Stunning, yet casual, you manage to draw attention. And with very little work. You are blessed with an inherent ability to charm. This helps you steal a march over the others. You have loads of confidence, and this helps you put your best foot forward - all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe God just decided to be kind to you, and grant you all the beauty. Your skin is to die for. You look at life objectively and this balance shows in your supple skin. You look lovely in greens and pinks, and you bathe in warm, floral scents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You turn heads all the time, but you know it, don't you? And it all comes so easily! Your beauty comes from your poise, good looks and powers of persuasion. Now who could resist that? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-113726764022721064?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/113726764022721064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=113726764022721064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/113726764022721064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/113726764022721064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-came-across.html' title='Just came across...'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-115822741085218151</id><published>2006-09-14T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T03:00:10.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And here's more....</title><content type='html'>&lt;li&gt;Sana mabasa ito ng mga officemates ko at kinauukulan... haha goodluck! By the way related po itoh sa sa previous post na &lt;b&gt;Just came across...&lt;/b&gt; kaya nga &lt;b&gt;And here's more ang title&lt;/b&gt; ROCK ON....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Careers and you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are a constant seeker of truth. The sense of justice and fair play attached to you is remarkable. You enjoy the leader's role and will work hard to be worthy of the privilege. You crave the exchange of ideas, conversation and chatter, and if all this takes place in a social situation, even better. Harmony is important to you, as you enjoy beautiful surroundings. The mediator in you likes bringing people together, but you also enjoy having a partner at their side. You are motivated to keep your partnership sailing smoothly, and it's also likely to be a pretty ride, since you enjoy being in a beautiful world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-115822741085218151?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/115822741085218151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=115822741085218151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/115822741085218151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/115822741085218151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-heres-more.html' title='And here&apos;s more....'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-115822777021588441</id><published>2006-09-14T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T02:58:37.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last na to....</title><content type='html'>Ito last na lang... huling hirit ika nga nila... basahin mabuti... maaning ka... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;On Money Matters&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;li&gt;You revel in beauty and harmony and often strive for perfection. You can be terribly indecisive, for although you love to please, you hate to make the wrong choice. You thoroughly appreciate money and what it can buy: the best that life has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, there is enough money around to keep you in the style to which you're accustomed. It's comfort and luxury which you crave, and you also feel it's your divine right! You do not enjoy making financial decisions as you consider it a bit tedious. You will pay the bills on time in one of two ways: by sheer luck or with the aid of a responsible partner. You will charm a pal into a loan. You won't hesitate to lend money as well. If you choose to do so, however, you will have saved up for the splurge since life is perfect when that bankbook is in balance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**ayan tapos na.. ang haba noh... pag sinuma mo... IN SHORT &lt;b&gt;MUKHANG PERA ... KURIPOT.. &lt;/b&gt; Teka mukha ba akong pera?!?!?! Kuripot cguro oo pero mukhang pera... hmmm di ata makatarungan un... me mga peso sign ba sa mata ko... wala naman ah.. sya... sibat na ako.. hanggang sa muli...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-115822777021588441?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/115822777021588441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=115822777021588441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/115822777021588441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/115822777021588441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2006/09/last-na-to.html' title='Last na to....'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-115511596455279587</id><published>2006-08-03T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T02:36:57.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought I found It but I was wrong... &lt;br /&gt;I thought it finally came but it went away..&lt;br /&gt;Im tired of waiting, Im tired of hoping&lt;br /&gt;I've learned a lot... I want a new start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-115511596455279587?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/115511596455279587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=115511596455279587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/115511596455279587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/115511596455279587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-thought-i-found-it-but-i-was-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-115242662068938214</id><published>2006-07-08T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T23:30:20.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wala lang....</title><content type='html'>The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, nor the kindly smile, nor the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone else believes in him and is willing to trust him with his friendship. ==================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love hurts. It makes you more humane.. Sometimes leads you to become INCOMPLETE...."There is no use standing still and waiting for someone who has left us behind. We have to move on and focus on what we've been blessed with today. Only when we still guide us in making the right decisions. Never stop praying for His guidance for only He knows what's best for us."MUSIC compose my whole self. What I feel, How I feel... you'll know it through my music... MUSIC IS MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your simple hi or hello is accepted so don't be afraid to drop me a line... I hate asking for pix... Be FAIR enough and be BRAVE enough to show yourself....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-115242662068938214?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/115242662068938214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=115242662068938214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/115242662068938214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/115242662068938214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2006/07/wala-lang.html' title='Wala lang....'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-114736824168417055</id><published>2006-05-11T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T10:24:01.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woody woodpecker pala ako..... haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1138/1600/pekpek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1138/320/pekpek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tough, hard-working character with plenty of stamina. Has no problem drumming up support for their ideas, no matter how wacky they seem. With a lateral-thinking mind they are skilled at dissecting problems and seeing the wood for the trees. However, with their noisy and exuberant lifestyle, you might not want to have one as a neighbor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-114736824168417055?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/114736824168417055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=114736824168417055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/114736824168417055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/114736824168417055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2006/05/woody-woodpecker-pala-ako-haha.html' title='Woody woodpecker pala ako..... haha'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-114410441193596735</id><published>2006-04-03T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T15:46:51.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wala lang....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cyborg.namedecoder.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Biomechanical Operational Device Yearning for Scientific Harm, Observation and Thorough Sabotage" src="http://cyborg.namedecoder.com/webimages/governor3k3-BODYSHOTS.png" width="240" 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/13097366-114410441193596735?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/114410441193596735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=114410441193596735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/114410441193596735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/114410441193596735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2006/04/wala-lang.html' title='Wala lang....'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-114134085823881141</id><published>2006-03-02T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T15:07:38.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"There are some people who meet that somebody that they can never stop loving no matter how hard they try. I wouldn't expect you to understand that or even believe it. But trust me, there are some love that don't go away, and maybe that makes them crazy. But we should all be lucky to end up with that somebody who has a little of that insanity... Somebody who never lets go... Somebody who cherishes you forever." - ALLY MC BEAL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-114134085823881141?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/114134085823881141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=114134085823881141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/114134085823881141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/114134085823881141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2006/03/there-are-some-people-who-meet-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-114132988752829101</id><published>2006-03-01T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T12:05:41.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1138/1600/ash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="106" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1138/320/ash.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Remember, man, that you are dust, and unto dust you shall return." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Turn away from sin and be faithful to the Gospel."&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/13097366-114132988752829101?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/114132988752829101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=114132988752829101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/114132988752829101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/114132988752829101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2006/03/remember-man-that-you-are-dust-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-114117262060056985</id><published>2006-02-16T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T17:17:58.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNTITLED</title><content type='html'>Usually when 2 people love 2gether for a long time,&lt;br /&gt;Things seem to change.&lt;br /&gt;It's been said enough to last forever,&lt;br /&gt;But this love gets better.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, we get all excited inside,&lt;br /&gt;Everytime that we get alone&lt;br /&gt;we still got love in our eyes&lt;br /&gt;And we still have love in our soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, Feels like the first time we met and kissed&lt;br /&gt;We still run around like teenagers eventhough we're grown up.&lt;br /&gt;We still talked over the phone for hours when we're far apart.&lt;br /&gt;We still write letters of love and courtship.&lt;br /&gt;We even send each other gifts even flowers every other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question everybody asks &lt;b&gt;"HOW DO WE MAKE IT LASTS"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tell them I still, HE/SHE still, We still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-114117262060056985?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/114117262060056985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=114117262060056985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/114117262060056985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/114117262060056985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2006/02/untitled.html' title='UNTITLED'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-114117430727318800</id><published>2006-02-14T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T16:51:58.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hearts Day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1138/1600/image003.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1138/320/image003.0.gif" 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/13097366-114117430727318800?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/114117430727318800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=114117430727318800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/114117430727318800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/114117430727318800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-hearts-day.html' title='Happy Hearts Day....'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-114116882849321112</id><published>2006-02-04T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T15:20:28.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love feels no burden,thinks nothing of trouble,attempts what is above its strength,pleads no excuse of impossibility...It is therefore able to undertake all things,and it completes many things,and warrants them to take effect,where he who does not love would faint and lie down.Love is watchful and sleeping, slumbereth not.Though weary, it is not tired;though pressed, it is not straitened;though alarmed, it is not confounded...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-114116882849321112?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/114116882849321112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=114116882849321112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/114116882849321112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/114116882849321112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2006/02/love-feels-no-burdenthinks-nothing-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-113766105988549594</id><published>2006-01-19T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T02:01:17.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hindi sa lahat ng oras masaya.....</title><content type='html'>Akala ko ok na... Akala ko madali... Mahirap pala... Daming temptation... daming sagabal... Masarap pero mahirap... masakit pero kelangang tanggapin... Tao lang... nagkakamali... nadadapa... pero pilit bumabangon... pilit binubuo ang sarili... pilit nagpapakabuo kahit alam na malabo na... hay.... hindi sa lahat ng oras masaya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-113766105988549594?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/113766105988549594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=113766105988549594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/113766105988549594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/113766105988549594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2006/01/hindi-sa-lahat-ng-oras-masaya.html' title='hindi sa lahat ng oras masaya.....'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-113758621639636041</id><published>2006-01-18T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T18:22:55.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1138/320/bear%20combi2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Hay eto nanaman po ako... Regalo ulit from somebody close to me... this time i can hug the person through this gift. Ang cute diba... And and sweet. Seryoso na to. Ayaw ko syang mawala. Di dahil sa mga binigay nya... Kundi dahil sa totoo ang nararamdaman ko.... Natatakot ako na baka pag gising ko isang araw eh mag-isa na lang ako at hinahanap-hanap ko sya... Am afraid of waking up one day that I will never be able to give a hug or even &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1138/1600/bear%20combi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" height="30" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1138/320/bear%20combi.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a kiss. Or say I love you and I never leave you. basta no matter what... the love i have will never be measured or di matutumbasan ng anumang bagay ever created by man. hehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks again JP... &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/13097366-113758621639636041?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/113758621639636041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=113758621639636041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/113758621639636041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/113758621639636041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2006/01/once-again.html' title='Once Again'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-113740498248703035</id><published>2006-01-15T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T18:11:15.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>by chance or destiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" height="121" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1138/320/PICT0088.jpg" width="149" border="0" /&gt; Was talking with my batchmate, sharing stories and stuff. Kung sino pa ang malayo siya pa ang nakakasagap ng mga balita sa pinas (iba talaga pag likas na tsismosa... kiddin). I love this girl, alam nya yata lahat eh... At first, I thought di kami magkakasundo... Outcast baga sa grupo... pero okei lang.. alam ko balang araw magiging close din kami... at nangyari na nga ang inaasahan&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1138/1600/17.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="112" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1138/320/17.0.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g mangyari... kung ano man yun eh akin na lang... HAHA! Sobrang the best ang moment with her. Pano ba naman instant clown ang dating nya for us. kaya nga medyo sad nung nag paalam sya samin that she's flying like &lt;strong&gt;DARNA&lt;/strong&gt; to Singapore para mag hosto este magtrabaho. We missed here alot. Pero ako hindi. Pano ba naman, halos araw-araw eh kausap ko sya sa YM para lang mawala ang pagka homesick nya.... Swerte nga at nakasama namin sya ulit kaya ayun&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1138/1600/18.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1138/320/18.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dinner kami sa greenbelt tapos picture taking sabay exchange gifts and all. Being with this girl is such a blessing... blessing nga ba talaga.... haha.. well sobra ng ok ka dude... sabi nga iba it is by chance or destiny that you get to know people around you which were once became strangers. Pero sabi mo nga diba you'll never know 'til you cross the bridge and look back..only then u can say, hell yeah, it was meant to be.&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/13097366-113740498248703035?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/113740498248703035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=113740498248703035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/113740498248703035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/113740498248703035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2006/01/by-chance-or-destiny.html' title='by chance or destiny'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-113727112424926124</id><published>2006-01-14T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T18:21:57.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expect the Unexpected</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1138/1600/audio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1138/320/audio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home around 8 in the morning, took a shower, went online, check mails and download mp3's. After that went straight to bed to take a nap. Few hours later, my brother woke me up informing me that somebody's outside looking for me. I haven't remembered anybody coming to our house that day. To my suprise, pieces of papers were there waiting to be signed. Handed over by nanay and said "Me Package ka". Hala... It was Pao who sent it. I never expected that it was true. Pao already told me that a package will be sent to me in 2 to 3 days. I never took a hand on his words. That's why I guess Im suprised. But anyways, whether it is meant or not, knowing this guy is such a blessing. He has his words, he made promises not to be broken. He knows how to make a person be appreciated... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At the end of the day, One thing just sinked in to my mind, That in our life, different people will come and go. Good or bad but still they became part of it. We might think na these people came into our lives by chance or dahil nakabangga mo or what... It is not by chance, it's the will of GOD. Destiny as they say.... We were not yet born but the life that we're going to have is already planned and written in the book of life. Mahirap isipin pero totoo.... We have to live our life to the fullest. Enjoy every moment but not to the extent na me matatapakan or masasaktan kang iba. Make every person part of you and give them a piece of space in your heart..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In short, &lt;strong&gt;EXPECT&lt;/strong&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;UNEXPECTED&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks JP for the Package! &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/13097366-113727112424926124?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/113727112424926124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=113727112424926124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/113727112424926124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/113727112424926124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2006/01/expect-unexpected.html' title='Expect the Unexpected'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-113723840829830347</id><published>2006-01-14T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T13:14:23.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Narnia Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1138/1600/narn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1138/320/narn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 2nd time I came back to the see Narnia. First it was at shangrila with a good friend &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Choi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And second with my fab 'lil bro &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Revo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at greenbelt3. Haha it was fun. The shang movie trip was cool. We were sitting along with a group of people na parang nagfifield trip. Walang ginawa kundi mag comment sa pinapanood nila... Like the hell, mga sirs and maams, asa shagrila po tayo wala tayo sa megamall or sa ibang sinehan... hehe... every scene me kanya- kanyang puchline. Well anyways, back to the movie... sobrang ganda halos mamemorize mo na ung lines. I love lucy's character. The way she delivers here lines haha the best.... Si Mr thomas... the best din ang character nya.... Ah si Peter na kamukha ni &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Tomohiro.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hehe. Peter was brave enough to face he's enemies. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1138/1600/nan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1138/320/nan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Narnia &lt;/strong&gt;is a movie that should be seen. It gives moral values of love and friendship. Forgiveness and sacrifice. Im not going to tell you the story... baka me mga di pa napapanood... get out and watch it... you'll love it. For Narnia and For Aslan!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-113723840829830347?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/113723840829830347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=113723840829830347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/113723840829830347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/113723840829830347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2006/01/narnia-fever.html' title='Narnia Fever'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-113672897560485475</id><published>2006-01-08T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T06:02:55.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alin Alin Alin ang Naiba....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1138/1600/ako.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1138/320/ako.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hehe... isa pa sa mga kagaguhan ni pao pao.... Ebidensya na walang magawa pag idle sa office at nagkukulong sa bahay.... hehehe... marami pa yan sa susunod... nakahubad naman... hehehe joke lang po. Me maipost lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-113672897560485475?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/113672897560485475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=113672897560485475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/113672897560485475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/113672897560485475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2006/01/alin-alin-alin-ang-naiba.html' title='Alin Alin Alin ang Naiba....'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-113672662777110005</id><published>2006-01-08T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T15:17:09.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AKO LEGAL WIFE (paopao edition)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1138/1600/ako%20legal%20wife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1138/320/ako%20legal%20wife.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sa dami ng mga girls na dumaan sa akin (haha) ito ang mga naguunahan bilang legal wife.... Hehehe me maipost lang..... Bakit cute naman diba....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-113672662777110005?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/113672662777110005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=113672662777110005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/113672662777110005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/113672662777110005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2006/01/ako-legal-wife-paopao-edition.html' title='AKO LEGAL WIFE (paopao edition)'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-113495348860866144</id><published>2005-12-18T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T17:58:38.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="yellow" size= "25"&gt;PASKO NA!!!! &lt;font color ="red"&gt;RAMDAM MO BA?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-113495348860866144?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/113495348860866144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=113495348860866144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/113495348860866144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/113495348860866144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2005/12/pasko-na-ramdam-mo-ba.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-113407544330706088</id><published>2005-12-08T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T12:57:23.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nakakaitim ba ang NIGHT SWIMMING??????</title><content type='html'>Mag-iisang linggo na ng mag outing kami ng mga kasama ko sa isang org. sa simbahan namin... Aniv. ng grupo kaya nagkayayaang magswimming... Humabol lang ako sa pagpunta sa resort... nag promise kasi ako na darating ako. Nakakahiya naman kung di ako sisipot since minsan lang naman un.... Sobrang nachallenge ako kasi malalim ung pool at siguradong lulubog talaga ako... Nung naliligo na kami... Niyaya ko ung isa naming kasama na pumunta sa me bandang gitna ng pool... Hay... Ang loka bigla na lang humirit at parang gusto ko lumbog na lang bigla sa kinatatayuan ko... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto ang script.. Ang saktong takbo ng mga pangyayari...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKO: Carol tara lusong tayo sa gitna... Kapit ka sa likod ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol : Takot ako. Di ako marunong lumangoy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKO: Tara ako bahala sayo.. di naman siguro kita bibitiwan unless topakin ako at iwanan na lang kita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol: Ay... Takot ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKO : Gaga ang arte mo.. Nagpapacute ka pa,,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumama din ang gaga sa pag tawid sa kabilang part ng pool... Eto na pagdating sa kabilang part ng pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol: Kuya Churva &lt;font color ='red'&gt;&lt;b&gt;"NAKAKAITIM BA ANG NIGHT SWIMMING???"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwaaaattttt??? Muntik nang magdilim ang paningin ko sa narining ko sa kanya... Pero sa totoo lang napaisip din ako sa tanong nya na yon. Nakakaloka talaga ang babaeng yun.. Kahit kelan bumanat... Hayyyy......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-113407544330706088?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/113407544330706088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=113407544330706088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/113407544330706088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/113407544330706088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2005/12/nakakaitim-ba-ang-night-swimming.html' title='Nakakaitim ba ang NIGHT SWIMMING??????'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-113313957825909074</id><published>2005-11-27T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T15:36:13.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRIDUM.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color ='red'&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Went to BED in Orosa to meet a friend who invited me to join a party organized by his online group.... BED is totally different from the last time I was there... A new look, a more spacious dance floor that could cater the number of crowd that wishes to go crazy while dancing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going out of the bar, saw friends from Circuit Asia.. Damn I missed those people so much.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home around 4 in the morning... It's a long day for me still... Got to attend another party at Club Government&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1138/1600/AskCasanova.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1138/320/AskCasanova.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color='red'&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;... It's Fabuloush Night (Muntik pang maudlot)&lt;br /&gt;Damn traffic along Makati avenue... Plus a totally stupid cab driver... Come to think of it. I asked him to drop me over at aberdeen court in Makati... Without hesitation he signaled and turned on his meter. I went inside, we started our travel going to Makati Ave. On our way, out of nowhere he asked me where is the exact location of aberdeen...... HELLO... MANONG KAYA NGA NAGTAXI EH.. KASI DI KO ALAM... Hay to cut the story short, Im almost lost along Makati... Good thing I got my phone with me... Gave my friend a call... Instinct alone got me on the right destination. HAHA windang ang driver sakin when i told him " E KUNG DI KAYA KITA BAYARAN KASI DI MO NAMAN AKO NAIHATID." HAHA tapang tapangan ako that night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is a day of extreme party for me I guess, this is the highlight of the 3-day non-stop gimmick before i get busy with other events in line. Attended the much awaited launch of &lt;font color ='pink'&gt;&lt;b&gt;FABULOUSH.COM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;the newest online community for the hottest guys and gals all over metropolis. Finally we came to see and get to know each other in person. Mingle and dance to our favorite tunes. Drink till we drop. Dance till the ledge broke. An extraordinary night made exclusively for the extraordinaire....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;font color='red'&gt;Ledge&lt;/font&gt; will always be a memorable part of the club. That was the first time my friends saw me dancing atop of a stage, joining the crowd as they enjoy every single beat of the music. I guess that night, they saw the real me at least a part of what I do have inside. Sayang nga't di namin nagawang gibain yung ledge as promised and agreed upon days before the event... Masaya naman ang lahat in the end... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out of the bar around 4am to claim our freebies... Darn cool ng laman... ISANG BOX NG CONDOM... haha just kidding... It has a copy of two magazines from circuit asia and a CD featuring soundtracts from OC and One Tree Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color ='red'&gt;&lt;b&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly got no plans of going out that night. Just a regular Saturday routine I guess. Went to the gym around 5 in the afternoon then roam around the mall to look for stuff that I would be needing for our christmas party. At the same time waiting for a text from a friend to confirm which cafe we'll be meeting. Mike, a good friend of mine spent some hours over a cafe somewhere around Mabini in Malate. Went online and chatted with friends. Whewww its fun to have so many friends online... Minutes efore I logged out, I got a BUZZ from Chals, a long time friend. And Asked me to go out somewhere... and since we haven't seen each other for a long time, I decided to meet with him and spent some drinking session... We met around 12midnyt, went to a nearby bar and drunk few bottles of beer... As usual same old scenes both of us were kinda tippsy... went to BED to ease the tippsiness that we had... Went on the ledge to dance... And guess what... The LEDGE at BED fell down... As in it collapsed.. hahaha..... People were shouting that night... celebrating the night with fun... went home around 5 am....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-113313957825909074?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/113313957825909074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=113313957825909074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/113313957825909074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/113313957825909074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2005/11/tridum.html' title='TRIDUM.........'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-113156004662798711</id><published>2005-11-08T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T10:36:56.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1138/1600/harry.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1138/320/harry.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One week na lang HARRY POTTER madness nanaman!!!! Kita kits sa Sinehan!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-113156004662798711?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/113156004662798711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=113156004662798711&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/113156004662798711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/113156004662798711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2005/11/magic.html' title='Magic'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-113070873607004513</id><published>2005-10-29T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T11:02:41.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another First....</title><content type='html'>I just can't imagine where I am right know. Though it once came to an attempt to be here but it never happen. Haha crazy indeed but true. It's a different crowd, different emotion reigns to each and everyone. It's not the same feeling that you got to experience in parties, and night outs. Here I can feel that I'm with the ONE TRUE BEING that created everything... Haha.. funny diba... pero sa totoo lang its really different from what you see and hear on TV and radio... Kita mo yung crowd na nagsasaya, naghihiyawan at nagsasayawan... Nung una medyo hiya pa ako.. Pero at the end of the event i found myself dancing and singing.. hehe aminado ako sa sarili ko and wala ako ibang naibulong kundi &lt;font color='red'&gt;"Pasimple ka pa bibigay din naman pala..."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-113070873607004513?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/113070873607004513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=113070873607004513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/113070873607004513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/113070873607004513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2005/10/another-first.html' title='Another First....'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-113035482531105391</id><published>2005-10-26T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T12:33:18.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muntik na!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size ='1.5'&gt;Hmmm... I almost see my self lying unconsious sa sahig last nyt. Buti na lang Im strong enough para manatiling nakatindig... Pero wag ka namumutla ako at nanlalambot... Ayoko lang na kaawaan ako. Nature ko na siguro ung itago kung ano mang nararamdam ko... Ganun pala ang pakiramdam ng parang isang kandilang unti-unting nauupod sa pag lipas ng oras na kung di mo papatayin ang sindi nito eh malulusaw na lang at kusang mamatay... Ayaw ko ng ganun. Ang hirap pala. Nung una sabi sa sarili ko &lt;b&gt;" KAYA KO 'TO. Tulog lang ang katapat nito."&lt;/b&gt; Pero mali pala ako... Imbes na panandaliang tulog lang eh baka maging pang habang panahon na hanggang sa maagnas at kainin ng insekto ang buo kong katawan. Ayoko ng ganun katakot though lahat tayo sasapit sa ganung stage. Di pa nga siguro oras para ako ay lumisan. Me mga tungkulin pa akong dapat tuparin. Di ko pa nakikita ang taong mamahalin ko at magmamahal sakin. Ay parang out of nowhere na ako.... hehe... Basta nakatot talaga ako....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-113035482531105391?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/113035482531105391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=113035482531105391&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/113035482531105391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/113035482531105391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2005/10/muntik-na.html' title='Muntik na!'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-113017999067258501</id><published>2005-10-24T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T13:35:47.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Card Master</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1138/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1138/320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1' color='blue'&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Gambit&lt;/b&gt;. Gambit is another loner character.  He loves Rogue.  He has a very cool deboner personality.  He's done things in his past that he's not proud of but he atones for his actions by fighting for peace with the X-Men.  His weapon of choice is the playing card.  Powers: Charges objects with kinetic energy by touching them, then they explode like grenades. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face='arial' size='1' color='red'&gt;wala lang just to have something to post para lang masabing I do am able to have some time visiting my blog. Blog nga bang maituturing ito....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-113017999067258501?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/113017999067258501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=113017999067258501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/113017999067258501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/113017999067258501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2005/10/card-master.html' title='Card Master'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-112871941040112253</id><published>2005-10-05T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T14:54:32.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FLOWERS over a piece of CAKE</title><content type='html'>On my way to circuit to visit a friend, Im thinking of the best present that could be given to her... FLOWERS, CAKE, Clothes, or something that could be remembered. I even asked for opinions before leaving the hause. I came to weight things over and came up with 2 choices. The battle is now between FLOWERS and a piece CAKES. As usual flowers conquer the air over a piece of cake. Why FLOWERS and not a piece of CAKE? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color='red'&gt;FLOWERS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; make a person somehow special, it does uplifts the spirit of the recipient. Through flowers, it shows the sincerity and the sweetness of the giver. The purity of intention is visible. A &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color='red'&gt;CAKE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; is somehow is special as well. But it is somehow you can recieve anytime especially on your birthday... Sweetness is still visible. Cakes denote goods because they are bread, and in the internal sense bread denotes the good of love. But the bread of cakes is distinguished from common bread in the fact that by the bread of cakes is signified the good of love toward the neighbor, thus spiritual good, and by common bread is signified the good of love to the Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-112871941040112253?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/112871941040112253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=112871941040112253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/112871941040112253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/112871941040112253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2005/10/flowers-over-piece-of-cake.html' title='FLOWERS over a piece of CAKE'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-112871098975161049</id><published>2005-10-05T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T11:49:49.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Day!</title><content type='html'>Its the 5th of October and Im a year older again... Hmmm I'm not getting any younger though.... HAPPY BIRTHDAY to me... the past years I've been celebrating this day with the same people... Same faces, same old TAO's. I need to make it different this time... So I went to Circuit Asia to meet a greet a friend coz it's her birthday as well... Then after that went to malate to accompany my friends in distributing the flyers for the upcomming event on the 28th and circuit asia's newly released magazine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-112871098975161049?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/112871098975161049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=112871098975161049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/112871098975161049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/112871098975161049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-day.html' title='What a Day!'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-112454289086200246</id><published>2005-08-20T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T06:01:30.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im thinking....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"To let go of someone doesn't mean you have to stop loving, it only means that you allow that person to find his own happiness without expecting him to come back. Letting go is not just setting the other person free, but it is also setting yourself free from all bitterness, hatred, and anger that you keep in your heart."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-112454289086200246?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/112454289086200246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=112454289086200246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/112454289086200246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/112454289086200246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-thinking.html' title='Im thinking....'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-112436326016377250</id><published>2005-08-18T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T04:08:52.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAKE ME WHOLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coz your eyes are the windows to heaven &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your smile could heal a million souls &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your love completes my existence &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're the other half that makes me whole &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're the only other half that makes me whole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-112436326016377250?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/112436326016377250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=112436326016377250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/112436326016377250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/112436326016377250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2005/08/make-me-whole.html' title='MAKE ME WHOLE'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-112428046862004408</id><published>2005-08-17T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T05:56:54.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Love Is....</title><content type='html'>I've been so silent these past days with what I feel and with what's going on within me. . . Maybe because there is something that blocks my way in bursting it out and allowing the entire world to know what's goin on. Plus I'm afraid of possibilities of loosing a lot of things... I know I'm being "&lt;strong&gt;SELFISH&lt;/strong&gt;" and so "&lt;strong&gt;SELF CENTERED&lt;/strong&gt;" but I've learned my lesson. The more I stay silent, the greater the chances of loosing everything. One by one.... Bit by bit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I've grown enough from the past. To my mistake..... I've not! I still need a lot of things to encounter, alot of ups and downs to balance, storms to face with full courage, battles to be won, mountains to climb and fears to be conquered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day I've learned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Love is not a game, it's a feeling that has to be nourished and shared with the one you care... Never underestimate its power for it might break your heart into pieces..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;---- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;blink&gt;SAD BUT TRUE&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the person who made me realized this.... In the end "makakabawi rin ako sayo!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-112428046862004408?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/112428046862004408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=112428046862004408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/112428046862004408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/112428046862004408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-love-is.html' title='What Love Is....'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-112391900373080935</id><published>2005-08-12T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T00:43:24.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOXIC</title><content type='html'>It's been a week since we got started on our new account... Grrrr.... Damn toxic but its fun... A lot of new learnings to be acquired... New set of client... Plus a totally new environment to deal with... And I'm now I'm sick.... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-112391900373080935?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/112391900373080935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=112391900373080935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/112391900373080935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/112391900373080935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2005/08/toxic.html' title='TOXIC'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-112361883342853410</id><published>2005-08-09T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T13:20:33.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEKLY CHORES</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash Day&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me wash away all my selfishness and&lt;br /&gt;vanity, so I may serve&lt;br /&gt;you with perfect humility through the week ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Tuesday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ironing Day&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, help me iron out all the wrinkles of&lt;br /&gt;prejudice I have collected&lt;br /&gt;though the years so that I may see the beauty in&lt;br /&gt;others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mending Day&lt;br /&gt;O God, help me mend my ways so I will not set a bad&lt;br /&gt;example for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning Day&lt;br /&gt;Lord Jesus, help me to dust out all the many faults&lt;br /&gt;I have been hiding in&lt;br /&gt;the secret corners of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping Day&lt;br /&gt;O God, give me the grace to shop wisely so I may&lt;br /&gt;purchase eternal&lt;br /&gt;happiness for myself and all others in need of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking Day&lt;br /&gt;Help me, my Savior, to brew a big kettle of&lt;br /&gt;brotherly love and serve it&lt;br /&gt;with clean, sweet bread of human kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord's Day&lt;br /&gt;O God, I have prepared my house for you. Please come&lt;br /&gt;into my heart so I&lt;br /&gt;may spend the day and the rest of my life in your&lt;br /&gt;presence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-112361883342853410?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/112361883342853410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=112361883342853410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/112361883342853410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/112361883342853410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2005/08/weekly-chores.html' title='WEEKLY CHORES'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-112300995591540916</id><published>2005-08-01T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T12:12:35.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"UMIIYAK ANG LANGIT"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been raining quite since yesterday and it reminds me of school days.... Those endless days that made us crazy over so many things that sorrounds us... Hmmm... What's really with the rain... Aside from the the scientific explanation that rain comes from cloud formation, my barkada way back in highschool developed our own way of interpreting the rain.... It's raining because....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heaven is crying for some reasons that angels and saints does know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of people who weap because they were sad (hmmm) and most of all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somebody's making inarte sowhere else bacause he/she is broken hearted... hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;LHC rules!!!! (LONELY HEART's CLUB).... Wanna join... Feel free to make HEAVEN CRY.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-112300995591540916?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/112300995591540916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=112300995591540916&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/112300995591540916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/112300995591540916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2005/08/umiiyak-ang-langit.html' title='&quot;UMIIYAK ANG LANGIT&quot;'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-112136386451380267</id><published>2005-07-31T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T14:29:42.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marunong Ka Bang Magpasalamat? - Try to think about it....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3473/1138/200/angel6.jpg" width="159" border="0" /&gt;Isang bagong saltang kaluluwa ang umakyat sa langit ang ngayon aynakaharap kay San Pedro. Namasyal silang dalawa sa langit. Magkahawakkamay silang naglakad lakad sa isang malaking silid doon na puno ng mgaanghel.Huminto si San Pedro sa harap ng isang lupon ng mga anghel at nagsalita, "Ito ang silid tanggapan. Sa silid na ito, tinatanggap lahat ng mga kahilingan sa panalangin."Pinagmasdan ito ng kaluluwa, at nakita nitong abala ang lahat sapaguugnay ugnay ng mga kahilingan na nakasulat sa buntong mga papel nagaling sa buong mundo. Nagpatuloy silang maglakad hanggan sa madaanan nila angpangalawang lupon ng mga anghel. Ang wika ni San Pedro sa kaluluwa, "Ito naman ang 'Packaging at Delivery Section'.Dito, ang biyaya at mga pagpapala na hiniling ng mga tao ay binabalot at dinideliver sa mga buhay na tao na humingi noon" Nakitang muli ng kaluluwa kung gaano ito kaabala. Maraming angheldoon ang talagang subsob sa trabaho, sa dami ng mga pagpapalang hiniling,at dinideliver araw-araw sa lupa. Hanggang sa dumako sila sa huling lupon, sa pinakamalayonglupon, huminto ang anghel doon sa isang maliit na lupon. Sa kanyangpagkamangha, iisang anghel lamang ang nakaupo doon, walang ginagawa, "Ito ang 'Acknowledgement Section'", ang sabi ni San Pedro."Bakit tahimik, wala ba silang ginagawa dito?" "Nakakalungkot",ang sagot ni San Pedro,"Pagkatapos makatanggap ng sagot sa kanilang mgapanalangin ang mga tao, kakaunti ang nagbibigay ng pasasalamat" "Papaano ba magbibigay ng 'acknowledgement' ang mga tao sa Diyos?","Simple lang, sabihin mo lang na "Salamat po Panginoon'"."Ano bang pagpapala ang dapat nilang ipagpasalamat?""Kung may pagkain ka sa iyong hapag kainan, damit na sinusuot, may bahayna tinutuluyan at kamang tutulugan....ikaw ay mas mayaman ng 75% &gt; samundong ito.""Kung may salapi kang naiipon, sa iyong pitaka, at may natitira pangpambili ng pagkain....ikaw ay isa sa 8% na may mga kabuhayan sa mundo.""At kapag nakuha mo ang mensaheng ito sa iyong 'computer', bahagi ka ng1% sa mundong ito na may ganyang oportunidad" At...."Kapag gumising ka sa umagang ito na walang sakit....maspinagpala ka sa milyong tao sa mundong ito na hindi na makagising dahil sahirap ng buhay "Kung di mo nararanasan ang takot sa gitna ng giyera, ang kalungkutan saloob ng piitan, ang pasakit ng mga pagsubok, at ang pangil ng pagkagutom....may malayo ka ng milya milya sa 700 milyong tao na nabubuhay sa mundo""Kung nakakadalo ka ng mga gawain sa iglesiya nang walang takot ngpagkahuli o pagbabawal, ng 'persecution', kamatayan dahil sa mga naiinggit,ikaw ay mas pinagpala kaysa sa 3 bilyong mga katao sa buong mundo."Kung buhay pa ang iyong mga magulang at nananatiling magkasama sa bisang kasal...kakaunti lang kayo""Kung naititingala mo pa ang iyong ulo ng may ngiti sa iyong mga labi, hindi ka kasama sa karamihan, naiiba ka kaysa sa kanila na punong kapighatian at mga kagulumihanan."Kung ganuon...papaano ako magsisimulang magpasalamat?", ang tanong ngkaluluwa."Kung nababasa mo ang mensaheng ito, nakatanggap ka na naman ngdobleng pagpapala dahil may isang nagpadala sa iyo na iniisip na espesyalkang nilalang, at mas pinagpala ka kaysa sa dalawang bilyong mga tao sabuong mundo na hindi marunong magbasa. Pagpalain ang araw mo, bilangin mo ang iyong mga pagpapala, at kung ibig mo, pagpalain mo rin ang mga tao sa iyong paligid upang malamandin nila kung gaano sila pinagpala ng Panginoon. ATTN: Acknowledgement Department: "Salamat Po Panginoon!!!Salamat Po sa pagbibigay mo sa akin ng abilidad na ibahagi ang mensaheng ito at sa pagbibigay mo sa akin ng maraming mabubuti at magagandang tao nababahaginan nito!"--No gift is too small to give,nor too simple to receive,if it's chosen with thoughtfulnessand given with love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-112136386451380267?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/112136386451380267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=112136386451380267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/112136386451380267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/112136386451380267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2005/07/marunong-ka-bang-magpasalamat-try-to.html' title='Marunong Ka Bang Magpasalamat? - Try to think about it....'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-112301757418565676</id><published>2005-07-16T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T14:19:34.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Be......</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Ideal Relationship is Marriage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/marriage.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've dated enough to know what you want.&lt;br /&gt;And that's marriage - with the right person.&lt;br /&gt;You're serious about settling down some time soon.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you haven't met the person you want to get hitched to!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz"&gt;What's Your Ideal Relationship?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-112301757418565676?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/112301757418565676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=112301757418565676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/112301757418565676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/112301757418565676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2005/07/can-be.html' title='Can Be......'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-112301781259138692</id><published>2005-07-09T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T14:23:32.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98FB98" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; 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Makes me feel like in heaven everytime I do play it on my ears... How romantic the person who'll sing these one to me... And I'd love to sing this song beside the person I'd choose to be with...Hmmmm...I feel so blessed these past few days tho... to name a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Strong&gt; + Two Days Of FullTime Rehearsals &lt;/Strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we were officially tagged as models. We've been through the hardships and challenges... First day of our rehearsals seems to be scarry. Lucky enough we were able to manage the day... Thanks to our ramp "GURU" Raymond Villanueva... He's awesome and an amazing director and instructor in one. Same thing with Patti Betita and Karen Agustin, the ladies beauty consultants. More over we were able to be introduced to our co-models for the event that made us finally see each other, work together and spent the whole time exchanging ideas and thoughts.. We're like preschool students as we introduce ourselves. Hehe funny but its cool. rehearsals ended around 11 at night. It's ok tho our call time will be 1 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Strong&gt; + Bride's Walk Fashion Show and Exhibit &lt;/Strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone did it on time to wake me up. But A few minutes after, somebody texted me asking where am I. The director of the show is looking for us and asking us to be ready for the rehearsals... I rushed to the bathroom and had myself fixed... As I remembered, we were asked to be in the venue at around 1pm. But the text message arrived around 8 am... Funny but there's nothing we could do but to rush ourselves to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I came in second among the male participants and with God's grace nobody came in on time and no reheasals happened. We stayed there the whole day waiting for agreed call time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of booths standing inside the centennial hall. To my suprised, my agent or should I say my friend from the gym were there. They do have their own booth. Said hi and told them that I'm part of the show. Hehe... Then there are other booths with different sets of decorated gowns in their own elegance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the show started at aroung 6pm whewww..Imagine we're almost waiting for almost half of the day. And when our time to go out of the ramp...It took us only 3 - 5 minutes of fame... Hehe... Though the time is so short and we spent the whole day waiting, it was exciting and fullfilling. After that we were tagged by our directors and designers MODELS on our OWN RIGHTS.!!! hehehe....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-111901904578917912?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/111901904578917912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=111901904578917912&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/111901904578917912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/111901904578917912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2005/06/for-you.html' title='For You...'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-111757432334589078</id><published>2005-05-31T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T14:20:49.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Purpose</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;“No one is willing to die for a vision. People will die for a cause.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You posses a vision. A cause possesses you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vision lies in your hands. A cause lies in your heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vision involves sacrifice. A cause involves the ultimate sacrifice...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You must have the right vision, and you must be fighting for the right cause. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the end, right will always win out.It may take time, and it may take long. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if you have the right vision and are fighting for the right cause, you will prevail. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If not, no matter how sincere you are, if you are not fighting for what is right,you will ultimately fail."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came accross a personal blog on livejournal. With all the articles I went over, these message, (actually it's an excerp from a graduation speech in UP sent via email) caught my attention. Took a bit of silence and whispered "oo nga, why am I here, Why do I exsist?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-111757432334589078?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/111757432334589078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=111757432334589078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/111757432334589078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/111757432334589078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2005/05/lifes-purpose.html' title='Life&apos;s Purpose'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-111740083393668488</id><published>2005-05-29T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T14:07:28.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INSIDE YOUR HEAVEN</title><content type='html'>I've been down&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm blessed&lt;br /&gt;I felt a revelation comin' round&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's right&lt;br /&gt;It's so amazing&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I see you I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all I've got&lt;br /&gt;You lift me up&lt;br /&gt;The sun and moonlight&lt;br /&gt;All my dreams are in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be inside your heaven&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the place you cry from&lt;br /&gt;When the storm blows your way&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the earth to hold you&lt;br /&gt;Every bit of air you're breathing in&lt;br /&gt;A soothing wind&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be inside your heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When minutes turn to days and years&lt;br /&gt;When mountains fall I'll still be here&lt;br /&gt;Holding you until the day I die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-111740083393668488?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/111740083393668488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=111740083393668488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/111740083393668488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/111740083393668488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2005/05/inside-your-heaven.html' title='INSIDE YOUR HEAVEN'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-111738676278764306</id><published>2005-05-29T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T12:26:00.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels brought Me Here</title><content type='html'>It's been a long and winding journey, but i'm finally here tonight&lt;br /&gt;Picking up the pieces, walking back into the light&lt;br /&gt;Into the sunset of your glory, where my heart and future lies&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing like that feeling, when i look into your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams came true, when i found you&lt;br /&gt;I found you, my miracle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see, what i see, that you're the answer to my prayers&lt;br /&gt;And if you could feel, the tenderness i feel&lt;br /&gt;You would know, it would be clear, that angels brought me here...&lt;br /&gt;Standing here before you, feels like i've been born again&lt;br /&gt;Every breath is your love, every heartbeat speaks your name...&lt;br /&gt;My dreams came true, right here in front of you&lt;br /&gt;My miracle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see, what i see, you're the answer to my prayers&lt;br /&gt;And if you could feel, the tenderness i feel&lt;br /&gt;You would know, it would be clear, that angels brought me here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought me here to be with you,I'll be forever grateful (oh forever Faithful)&lt;br /&gt;My dreams came true&lt;br /&gt;When I found you&lt;br /&gt;My miracle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see, what i see, you're the answer to my prayers&lt;br /&gt;And if you could feel, the tenderness i feel&lt;br /&gt;You would know, it would be clear, that angels brought me here...&lt;br /&gt;Yes they brought me here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could feel, the tenderness i feel...&lt;br /&gt;You would know, it would be clear, that angels brought me here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-111738676278764306?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/111738676278764306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=111738676278764306&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/111738676278764306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/111738676278764306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2005/05/angels-brought-me-here.html' title='Angels brought Me Here'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-111747240769899504</id><published>2005-02-11T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T10:00:07.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I want something more out of life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stern yet vulnerable &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be understood for who I am, putting past my 'special' aspects.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Casual yet sometimes dark and brooding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beautiful yet hurtful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I should conquer my own demons first, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;instead of trying to deal with everyone else's as a subsitute. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-111747240769899504?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/111747240769899504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=111747240769899504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/111747240769899504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/111747240769899504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-want-something-more-out-of-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13097366.post-111747156583694900</id><published>2005-02-08T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T09:46:05.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Do I have to shed tears for you  to be aware that you've caused me pain....&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to tell you that I need you just to tell you that it's true...&lt;br /&gt;and most of all do I have to get rid of you or you to know that I LOVE YOU..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people considered "engots" and there who are born to be pretending ....&lt;br /&gt;"Engots" in a sense that they still continue on loving the person who doesn't even have a single affection on them. And those who pretend to be unaware that there is somebody out there that longing for their love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid indeed huh?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13097366-111747156583694900?l=frustratedneo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/feeds/111747156583694900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13097366&amp;postID=111747156583694900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/111747156583694900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13097366/posts/default/111747156583694900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustratedneo.blogspot.com/2005/02/do-i-have-to-shed-tears-for-you-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06467897606543399217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1366/5970562/11708798/181795486.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
