<?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-26911426</id><updated>2011-08-31T19:33:36.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs I wish I wrote...</title><subtitle type='html'>The memory of you emerges from the night around me.
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.

Deserted like the dwarves at dawn.
It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one!

Cold flower heads are raining over my heart.
Oh pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwrecked.

In you the wars and the flights accumulated.
From you the wings of the song birds rose.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aizellejane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26911426/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizellejane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aizelle Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18297299020422870124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26911426.post-117569511841226283</id><published>2007-04-04T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T21:58:38.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filipino Cuisine: Filipino’s Pride!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6170/2822/1600/45641/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6170/2822/320/926765/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Filipino Cuisine is one of the several things that we, Filipinos can be proud of. Aside from the fact that Filipino food is deliciously different compared to other cuisines, Filipino food is one of the best cuisines in the world’s culinary delights. So feed that appetite and allow yourself to discover the tastes of the Filipino’s pride featuring the finest dishes of our country’s best foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Adobo is no doubt the national dish of the Philippines. The savory tastes of either chicken or pork adobo would definitely make you crave for more. This kind of dish became famous to the Americans because it suits their inquisitive tastes. Another famous dish from our country is Sinigang. A dish made typically sour that fits that tastes of every Filipinos. It is best cooked with pork, shrimp or fish, with some ingredients like gabi, labanus, sitaw or kangkong, etc., and then it would already be a perfect dish good for a meal. Pinakbet (Ilocano’s best) is an outstanding vegetarian main dish in the Philippines. It is one of the healthiest food; a mixture of different kinds of vegetables that is good for the body. Menudo and Lumpiang Shanghai are the all time favorites of the Filipinos. Those dishes are always present whenever there is an occasion such as fiestas and birthday parties. Aside from those dishes that ere mentioned, there are still lots of kinds of dishes, Filipino cuisine has to offer. We still have Afritada, Caldereta, Tinola, Dinuguan, Paksiw na isda, and a lot more. But wait! I haven’t mentioned yet my favorite! Who would not love to see a whole roast pig, Lechon, which is always the center of attention in any Filipino celebration? Unless you’re a high-blooded person or someone with heart disease! Huh! That would definitely end your life! (Oh God! My appetite starts to claim!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            Filipino cuisine has been constantly evolving to unite regional or even international influences on food. It is an interesting mix of foods from several different cultures all over the world including Spanish, Malay, Indonesian, Chinese, Japanese, Arab, Mexican and American cuisines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Over the centuries, foreign traders and invaders introduced new ingredients, new cooking styles and new food combinations to indigenous Filipino food staples and methods of food preparation. But despite these outside influences on Filipino culture and diet, modern Filipino cuisine has developed its own distinct characteristics, which made it stand out among other cuisines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;We've made them pay the price of our ignorance. By not tolerating them or worst of all accepting them for who they are. We are the ones who did that to them. They're paying the price of our ignorance now, but think about it and ask yourself one question. Do they pay the price of our ignorance or do we when all is said, and done. Are they ones who pays in the end, or are we. So tell me. Who pays the End? &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26911426-117569511841226283?l=aizellejane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aizellejane.blogspot.com/feeds/117569511841226283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26911426&amp;postID=117569511841226283' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26911426/posts/default/117569511841226283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26911426/posts/default/117569511841226283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizellejane.blogspot.com/2007/04/filipino-cuisine-filipinos-pride.html' title='Filipino Cuisine: Filipino’s Pride!'/><author><name>Aizelle Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18297299020422870124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26911426.post-116774927840030590</id><published>2007-01-02T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T08:47:25.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U + Ur hand</title><content type='html'>Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it outGoing out&lt;br /&gt;On the late night&lt;br /&gt;Looking tight&lt;br /&gt;Feeling nice&lt;br /&gt;It's a **** fight&lt;br /&gt;I can tellI just know&lt;br /&gt;That it's going down&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the door we don't wait cause we know them&lt;br /&gt;At the bar six shots just beginning&lt;br /&gt;That's when ? put his hands on me&lt;br /&gt;But you see&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here for your entertainment&lt;br /&gt;You don't really want to mess with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stop and take a second&lt;br /&gt;I was fine before you walked into my life&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know it's over&lt;br /&gt;Before it began&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your drink just give me the money&lt;br /&gt;It's just you and your hand tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight&lt;br /&gt;I'm drunk&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a ***k&lt;br /&gt;Wanna dance&lt;br /&gt;By myself&lt;br /&gt;Guess you're outta luck&lt;br /&gt;Don't touch&lt;br /&gt;Back up&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one&lt;br /&gt;Alright&lt;br /&gt;Listen up it's just not happening&lt;br /&gt;You can say what you want to your boyfriends&lt;br /&gt;Just let me have my fun tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here for your entertainment&lt;br /&gt;You don't really want to mess with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just stop and take a second&lt;br /&gt;I was fine before you walked into my life&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know it's over&lt;br /&gt;Before it began&lt;br /&gt;Keep your drink just give me the money&lt;br /&gt;It's just you and your hand tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh&lt;br /&gt;Break break&lt;br /&gt;Break it down&lt;br /&gt;In the corner with your boys you bet up five bucks&lt;br /&gt;To get at the girl that just walked in but she thinks you suck&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get all dressed up just for you to see&lt;br /&gt;So quit spilling your drinks on me yeah&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are&lt;br /&gt;High fivin, talkin ****, but you're going home alone arentcha?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not here for your entertainment&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;You don't really want to mess with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just stop and take a second&lt;br /&gt;Just stop and take a second&lt;br /&gt;I was fine before you walked into my life&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know it's over&lt;br /&gt;Know it's over&lt;br /&gt;Before it began&lt;br /&gt;Keep your drink just give me the money&lt;br /&gt;It's just you and your hand tonight&lt;br /&gt;It's just you and your hand&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here for your entertainment&lt;br /&gt;No no no&lt;br /&gt;You don't really want to mess with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just stop and take a second&lt;br /&gt;Just take a second&lt;br /&gt;I was fine before you walked into my life&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know it's over&lt;br /&gt;Before it began&lt;br /&gt;Keep your drink just give me the money&lt;br /&gt;It's just you and your hand tonight&lt;br /&gt;Yeah oh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;We've made them pay the price of our ignorance. By not tolerating them or worst of all accepting them for who they are. We are the ones who did that to them. They're paying the price of our ignorance now, but think about it and ask yourself one question. Do they pay the price of our ignorance or do we when all is said, and done. Are they ones who pays in the end, or are we. So tell me. Who pays the End? &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26911426-116774927840030590?l=aizellejane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.lyricstop.com/albums/pink/uurhand.html' title='U + Ur hand'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aizellejane.blogspot.com/feeds/116774927840030590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26911426&amp;postID=116774927840030590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26911426/posts/default/116774927840030590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26911426/posts/default/116774927840030590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizellejane.blogspot.com/2007/01/u-ur-hand.html' title='U + Ur hand'/><author><name>Aizelle Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18297299020422870124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26911426.post-116744202490177815</id><published>2006-12-30T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T09:27:04.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Black Parade  by: My Chemical Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I was a young boy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My father took me into the city&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To see a marching band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He said, "Son when you grow up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;would you be the savior of the broken, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the beaten and the damned?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He said "Will you defeat them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your demons, and all the non-believers, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the plans that they have made?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Because one day I'll leave you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A phantom to lead you in the summer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To join The Black Parade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"When I was a young boy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My father took me into the city&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To see a marching band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He said, "Son when you grow up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;would you be the savior of the broken, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the beaten and the damned?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And other times I feel like I should go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And through it all, the rise and fall, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the bodies in the streets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when you're gone we want you all to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll carry on,We'll carry on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And though you're dead and gone believe me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your memory will carry onWe'll carry on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And in my heart I can't contain it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The anthem won't explain it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A world that sends you reeling from decimated dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your misery and hate will kill us all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So paint it black and take it back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's shout it loud and clear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Defiant to the end we hear the call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To carry on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll carry on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And though you're dead and gone believe me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your memory will carry on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll carry on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And though you're broken and defeated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your weary widow marches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On and on we carry through the fears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ooh oh ohhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Disappointed faces of your peers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ooh oh ohhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take a look at me cause I could not care at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do or die, you'll never make me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because the world will never take my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go and try, you'll never break me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We want it all, we wanna play this part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't explain or say I'm sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give a cheer for all the broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Listen here, because it's who we are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just a man, I'm not a hero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a boy, who had to sing this song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just a man, I'm not a heroI! don't! care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll carry on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll carry on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And though you're dead and gone believe me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your memory will carry on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll carry on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And though you're broken and defeated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your weary widow marches on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do or die, you'll never make me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because the world will never take my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go and try, you'll never break me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We want it all, we wanna play this part &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(We'll carry on)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do or die, you'll never make me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(We'll carry on)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because the world will never take my heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(We'll carry on)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go and try, you'll never break me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(We'll carry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We want it all, we wanna play this part (We'll carry on)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;We've made them pay the price of our ignorance. By not tolerating them or worst of all accepting them for who they are. We are the ones who did that to them. They're paying the price of our ignorance now, but think about it and ask yourself one question. Do they pay the price of our ignorance or do we when all is said, and done. Are they ones who pays in the end, or are we. So tell me. Who pays the End? &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26911426-116744202490177815?l=aizellejane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aizellejane.blogspot.com/feeds/116744202490177815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26911426&amp;postID=116744202490177815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26911426/posts/default/116744202490177815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26911426/posts/default/116744202490177815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizellejane.blogspot.com/2006/12/welcome-to-black-parade-by-my-chemical.html' title='Welcome to the Black Parade  by: My Chemical Romance'/><author><name>Aizelle Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18297299020422870124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26911426.post-116236562868380084</id><published>2006-11-01T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T15:21:28.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm crossing the road all alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking for someone to be my own:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone that will be forever mine:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who will cross the road with me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at all timeWaiting, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;searching, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even praying:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wishing God to heed my calling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, please tell me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when will it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't wait for the person that is destined for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At last, I found you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope you like me too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't understand this new feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wherever I look, you're the one I'm seeing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, God, guide me, is this love that I'm in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or a mere infatuation, or just nothing it seems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But if it is love then I can't wait to tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I love him and he's my everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very glad I have met you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You fill the empty space in my heart-that's what you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But still, I don't know how you really feel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If it is love or friendship still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time passes and days run so fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even the happiness that I felt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thought it would last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Discovered that in your life and in your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's no place for me to be a part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I am again walking alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No place to stay where I could call home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought he would join me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In this endless journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But instead, he broke this heart of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"you can forget me in time."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can I forget if he's my life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's as if he tells me to take my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, until now, I'm still walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In this road I've been journeying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still no one to call my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still fresh in my memory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that you left me alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, when can I forget?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These feelings for you that I regret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really can't wait for this heart to mend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't wait for this endless journey to end!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;We've made them pay the price of our ignorance. By not tolerating them or worst of all accepting them for who they are. We are the ones who did that to them. They're paying the price of our ignorance now, but think about it and ask yourself one question. Do they pay the price of our ignorance or do we when all is said, and done. Are they ones who pays in the end, or are we. So tell me. Who pays the End? &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26911426-116236562868380084?l=aizellejane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aizellejane.blogspot.com/feeds/116236562868380084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26911426&amp;postID=116236562868380084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26911426/posts/default/116236562868380084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26911426/posts/default/116236562868380084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizellejane.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-cant-wait.html' title='I can&apos;t wait'/><author><name>Aizelle Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18297299020422870124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26911426.post-116166108297366341</id><published>2006-10-24T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T11:38:02.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a beautiful SUNSET!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6170/2822/1600/Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6170/2822/320/Sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;           "Wow! How beautiful it is!" shouted by a child at my back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;              I ask myself that how God created this things... can you imagine how powerful He is? Look at those beautiful rays of the sun.  It emphasizes the shine and the strength of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;              And those pretty clouds, it shapes like a ship which is going to north!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;              Ah! Wonderful!  But why people don't appreciate such things... the mountains where the people lived... See, without it people will die!  We can't live in waters but seawater can be a source of life...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;              Yes of course!  There are lots of fishes and sea creatures under there!  But still why people destroys the wonderful ocean?  They throw garbage and even dynamite! Whaa!  You almost kill the small creatures and destroy their homes such as coral reefs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;               But you know, if only everyone can see like a child sees maybe people will take care of it and develop the things that can help  improve our environment.  I bet you! Our world will be a very beautiful place in the whole universe!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;We've made them pay the price of our ignorance. By not tolerating them or worst of all accepting them for who they are. We are the ones who did that to them. They're paying the price of our ignorance now, but think about it and ask yourself one question. Do they pay the price of our ignorance or do we when all is said, and done. Are they ones who pays in the end, or are we. So tell me. Who pays the End? &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26911426-116166108297366341?l=aizellejane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aizellejane.blogspot.com/feeds/116166108297366341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26911426&amp;postID=116166108297366341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26911426/posts/default/116166108297366341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26911426/posts/default/116166108297366341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizellejane.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-beautiful-sunset.html' title='What a beautiful SUNSET!!'/><author><name>Aizelle Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18297299020422870124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26911426.post-115787836147663110</id><published>2006-09-10T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T17:17:09.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Donna Babadilla: Inspires from words of our Director.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;             Searching in the conference room of &lt;i&gt;KABATAANG LIBERAL NG PILIPINAS, &lt;/i&gt;I met Ms. Donna Babadilla, an Administrator Officer of Liberal Party.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; And &lt;/span&gt;I asked her “what is the hardest part of being an Admin Officer?”&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;              And she answered me “To collect funds – And you know, this heavy part becomes lighter one because of the lines from Director General Ely Quinto, ‘Magiging madali lang ang collection kung magiging maayos lang ang ating serbisyo.’&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Challenge and sparks come on my mind when those words had passed in my ears.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;              Wow! I was amazed on her but later on I’m disappointed. Disappointed for myself and for my own countrymen. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If only Filipino People hear those words, maybe it will become a big mark or a big change in life!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             Those words helped me to realize that all of us have eyes, tongue and ears but still we are blind, mute and deaf.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Blind because we cannot see our problems even though we already saw it.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mute because we can’t speak even we can.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Deaf because we can’t hear even we already heard the yell and the cry from people out there.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             Shamed on me, you and us! And you know what! The very difficult part for me is to accept the fact that we can do those services but we didn’t do it because no one wants to do it! Right? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;              But the question is, why?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             Why? Because we expected anybody will do it! And Everybody must do it but no one did it!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             And now, it is time! And &lt;i&gt;KABATAANG LIBERAL NG PILIPINAS&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;wants to changed it! Because maybe it is time, time to realized that we Filipino must do our own jobs and responsibilities. Maybe it is time to know that we can do those things if only we know how to use it properly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;              Let us prove that we are not BLIND, MUTE and DEAF!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We are capable in everything! And that what’s KALIPI is looking for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;We've made them pay the price of our ignorance. By not tolerating them or worst of all accepting them for who they are. We are the ones who did that to them. They're paying the price of our ignorance now, but think about it and ask yourself one question. Do they pay the price of our ignorance or do we when all is said, and done. Are they ones who pays in the end, or are we. So tell me. Who pays the End? &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26911426-115787836147663110?l=aizellejane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aizellejane.blogspot.com/feeds/115787836147663110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26911426&amp;postID=115787836147663110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26911426/posts/default/115787836147663110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26911426/posts/default/115787836147663110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizellejane.blogspot.com/2006/09/donna-babadilla-inspires-from-words-of.html' title='Donna Babadilla: Inspires from words of our Director.'/><author><name>Aizelle Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18297299020422870124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
