<?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-2195770987667659836</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:51:35.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Dreamflower</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the gliridian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269496283414013340</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>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2195770987667659836.post-1877125765691642900</id><published>2008-02-25T07:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T07:55:55.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>name's hidden meanings</title><content type='html'>I am searching through the net and found this widdle widget. The meanings behind names. Well, I think this was true, but now I don't know if I am a type A personality, hehe. But i found most of them true nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Ralph Daryl R. Cedro Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are influential and persuasive. You tend to have a lot of power over people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, you use your powers for good. You excel at solving other people's problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, you do get a little selfish and persuade people to do things that are only in your interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are balanced, orderly, and organized. You like your ducks in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are powerful and competent, especially in the workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can see you as stubborn and headstrong. You definitely have a dominant personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&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/2195770987667659836-1877125765691642900?l=thegliridian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/feeds/1877125765691642900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2195770987667659836&amp;postID=1877125765691642900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/1877125765691642900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/1877125765691642900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/2008/02/names-hidden-meanings.html' title='name&apos;s hidden meanings'/><author><name>the gliridian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269496283414013340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2195770987667659836.post-7299872085597229665</id><published>2008-01-08T20:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T20:31:54.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drifters</title><content type='html'>There you stand, sipping coffee, in solitude&lt;br /&gt;While the world flows around you, unheeding.&lt;br /&gt;A year ago I would have approached you --&lt;br /&gt;Last month I would have nodded, waved, but&lt;br /&gt;Today I passed you by, more alien than a stranger --&lt;br /&gt;One who used to know you well.&lt;br /&gt;The awkward, unacknowledged recognition&lt;br /&gt;As we find each other side by side,&lt;br /&gt;A strained parody of ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;Is sad enough to be funny&lt;br /&gt;And funny enough to be sad.&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were moving in the same direction,&lt;br /&gt;But the undercurrents carried us apart, unseen,&lt;br /&gt;Until I could no longer recognize you&lt;br /&gt;In the distance.&lt;br /&gt;How have the rushing floods eroded&lt;br /&gt;Edges that used to interlock&lt;br /&gt;To form them into barriers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you'd see me smile,&lt;br /&gt;Across the gulf that separates us&lt;br /&gt;Even as we travel side by side,&lt;br /&gt;But neither of us ever dared to look.&lt;br /&gt;So we float along, drifters,&lt;br /&gt;Until another wave comes to take you away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen Walsh&lt;div 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gliridian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269496283414013340</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-2195770987667659836.post-2042553866859932578</id><published>2007-12-25T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T07:20:10.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>please.. is there someone out there that can make me forget?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2195770987667659836-2042553866859932578?l=thegliridian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/feeds/2042553866859932578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2195770987667659836&amp;postID=2042553866859932578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/2042553866859932578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/2042553866859932578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/2007/12/please.html' title=''/><author><name>the gliridian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269496283414013340</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-2195770987667659836.post-4380284409037104383</id><published>2007-09-20T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T06:07:54.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:12;" &gt;Such &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Heights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;» &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsdomain.com/20/the_postal_service/" title="The Postal Service lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;The Postal Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="cnt"&gt;I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles&lt;br /&gt;In our eyes are mirror images and when&lt;br /&gt;We kiss they're perfectly aligned&lt;br /&gt;And I have to speculate that God himself&lt;br /&gt;Did make us into corresponding shapes like&lt;br /&gt;Puzzle pieces from the clay&lt;br /&gt;True, it may seem like a stretch, but&lt;br /&gt;Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled&lt;br /&gt;Head when you're away when I am missing you to death&lt;br /&gt;When you are out there on the road for&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks of shows and when you scan&lt;br /&gt;The radio, I hope this song will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will see us waving from such great&lt;br /&gt;Heights, 'come down now,' they'll say&lt;br /&gt;But everything looks perfect from far away,&lt;br /&gt;'come down now,' but we'll stay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to leave this all on your&lt;br /&gt;Machine but the persistent beat it sounded&lt;br /&gt;Thin upon listening&lt;br /&gt;That frankly will not fly. you will hear&lt;br /&gt;The shrillest highs and lowest lows with&lt;br /&gt;The windows down when this is guiding you home&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;!-- google_ad_client = "pub-5936235104794281"; google_alternate_ad_url = "http://www.lyricsdomain.com/collapseads.html"; google_ad_width = 336; google_ad_height = 280; google_ad_format = "336x280_as"; google_ad_type = "text"; google_ad_channel ="4162239742"; google_color_border = "FFFFFF"; google_color_bg = "FFFFFF"; google_color_link = "FF7028"; google_color_text = "505050"; google_color_url = "808080"; //--&gt;  &lt;/script&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;_________________________________________&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I am listening to this song for two days now. I am not playing anything 'cept this song again and again. I love this song very much. As if it's bringing me to "such great heights". &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2195770987667659836-4380284409037104383?l=thegliridian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/feeds/4380284409037104383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2195770987667659836&amp;postID=4380284409037104383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/4380284409037104383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/4380284409037104383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/2007/09/such-great-heights.html' title=''/><author><name>the gliridian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269496283414013340</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-2195770987667659836.post-8928918736746214384</id><published>2007-09-06T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T12:24:44.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish I can juggle situations as easy as I juggle pins.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                 -the juggler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2195770987667659836-8928918736746214384?l=thegliridian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/feeds/8928918736746214384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2195770987667659836&amp;postID=8928918736746214384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/8928918736746214384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/8928918736746214384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-wish-i-can-juggle-situations-as-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>the gliridian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269496283414013340</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-2195770987667659836.post-2676283239651335166</id><published>2007-09-04T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T07:31:42.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HA!!!</title><content type='html'>I want to be alive again! I should do what I really need to do. Har!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2195770987667659836-2676283239651335166?l=thegliridian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/feeds/2676283239651335166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2195770987667659836&amp;postID=2676283239651335166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/2676283239651335166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/2676283239651335166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/2007/09/ha.html' title='HA!!!'/><author><name>the gliridian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269496283414013340</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-2195770987667659836.post-2485658594660134085</id><published>2007-08-29T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T07:45:34.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid Nation</title><content type='html'>Have you heard this new show &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KID NATION&lt;/span&gt; in CBS? Kid Nation is a reality based TV show where 40 children are left on their own, no adults (supposedly), except with some TV crew that will shoot them day and night,  in a ghost town in New Mexico. The children are turned loose to work on a government, an economy, and a new human society and like any adult reality tv show the end product is to make some of them the good guys and some are the bad guys. This is basically, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord of the Flies &lt;/span&gt;meets &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reality TV. &lt;/span&gt;And we will be able to watch them in our sofa in a late TV show (at least in the US) reach the end of their emotional threshold. Which is not surprising because they are children, without their parents for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of this the CBS is being challenge by some concerned  groups and a media uprising  is  now started by people who cares about these children. I am interested in the idea, but I think putting children in a challenging situation, where the eldest just turned 15 and the youngest 8, is wrong. Well, this is some kind of entertainment, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/565JJPKVcAE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/565JJPKVcAE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the trailer and see it for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2195770987667659836-2485658594660134085?l=thegliridian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/feeds/2485658594660134085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2195770987667659836&amp;postID=2485658594660134085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/2485658594660134085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/2485658594660134085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/2007/08/have-you-heard-this-new-show-kid-nation.html' title='Kid Nation'/><author><name>the gliridian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269496283414013340</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-2195770987667659836.post-8622759884320904238</id><published>2007-08-27T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T18:47:26.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beep! beep! beep! beeeep!!</title><content type='html'>It's funny how the jeepney becomes a small community. In jeepney, people get close together, skin to skin, without feeling awkward to themselves. People who don't know each other, people from different backgrounds, people with different beliefs, gather together as if they know each other for so long (well, constantly talking isn't necessarily communicating).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a SOP when someone pays from the far side, someone will give his fare to the driver. Or when the driver did not hear one of the passengers saying "para" all or some will shout in unison. Or when someone is bringing a heavy luggage or little children, someone in the passengers will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, like our community itself, this is just the one side of the jeepney.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2195770987667659836-8622759884320904238?l=thegliridian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/feeds/8622759884320904238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2195770987667659836&amp;postID=8622759884320904238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/8622759884320904238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/8622759884320904238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/2007/08/beep-beep-beep-beeeep.html' title='beep! beep! beep! beeeep!!'/><author><name>the gliridian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269496283414013340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2195770987667659836.post-2283606146401254630</id><published>2007-08-27T18:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T18:31:05.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random musing</title><content type='html'>for one human being to love another, that is perhaps the most difficult of all our task, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all of the work is but preparation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2195770987667659836-2283606146401254630?l=thegliridian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/feeds/2283606146401254630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2195770987667659836&amp;postID=2283606146401254630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/2283606146401254630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/2283606146401254630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/2007/08/random-musing.html' title='random musing'/><author><name>the gliridian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269496283414013340</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-2195770987667659836.post-9203391348214144790</id><published>2007-08-23T08:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T08:16:59.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pasundayag sa sentenaryo</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 id="post-284"&gt;&lt;a href="http://artistscircle.wordpress.com/2007/08/19/pasundayag-sa-sentenaryo-2/" rel="bookmark" title="Permanent Link to Pasundayag sa Sentenaryo"&gt;Pasundayag sa Sentenaryo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;     &lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordpress.com/tag/news/" title="View all posts in News" rel="category tag"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;            &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://artistscircle.wordpress.com/2007/08/19/pasundayag-sa-sentenaryo-2/bernardo-pacquing-series/" rel="attachment wp-att-285" title="Bernardo Pacquing Series"&gt;&lt;img src="http://artistscircle.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/pacquing-series.jpg?w=403&amp;h=168" alt="Bernardo Pacquing Series" height="168" width="403" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; The Bernardo Pacquing series (pictured above) will be included in next week’s “Pasundayag sa Sentenaryo” Art Raffle. Other artist in the said raffle include, Benjie Cabangis, Neil Doloricon, Armand Bacaltos, Rodel Tapaya, Poklong Ananding. Buy your tickets by sending us an email at whatisartiscircle@yahoo.com&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Due to the University Theatre’s unhealthy condition (roof leaks here and there), the UP Main Library is now the new event venue of our Pasundayag sa Sentenaryo. There is no more fitting venue than the UP Main Library, since it used to be the home of the UP College of Fine Arts until 1990, when it transferred to its present site. It is a sort of homecoming for many of our Alumni who participated in the art raffle. For “you”, here is your invitation.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;PAANYAYA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sana ay mapaunlakan ninyo ang isang maagang pagdiriwang ng&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;UP Artists’ Circle Fraternity para sa Sentenaryo ng UP College of Fine Arts sa darating na &lt;strong&gt;Agosto 24, 2007, araw ng Biyernes&lt;/strong&gt;. Idaraos ang pagdiriwang na ito sa dating gusali ng Kolehiyo, sa &lt;strong&gt;Bulawagang Gonzales (UP Main Library). Isa itong pagtitipon ng mga alagad ng sining at mga estudyante ng UP.&lt;/strong&gt; Naghanda ang UP Artists’ Circle ng isang &lt;em&gt;Pasundayag&lt;/em&gt; para sa natatanging okasyon. Ang inyong pagdalo bilang isang panauhin ay itituring naming isang karangalan na magpapalamuti sa aming programa.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; Huwag sana ninyong kalimutan,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;“Pasundayag sa Sentenaryo”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Agosto 24, 2007, Biyernes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Ika-pito ng gabi, Ikalawang Palapag, Bulwagang Gonzales &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;(UP Main Library)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  Lubos na gumagalang,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; Supremo Dan Vincent J. Mendoza ‘04&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Prop. Leonardo C. Rosete ‘74- Gurong Tagapayo &lt;span&gt;                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Geronimo F. Cristobal Jr. ’04&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinuno ng Komite- Pasundayag sa Sentenaryo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2195770987667659836-9203391348214144790?l=thegliridian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/feeds/9203391348214144790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2195770987667659836&amp;postID=9203391348214144790' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/9203391348214144790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/9203391348214144790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/2007/08/pasundayag-sa-sentenaryo.html' title='pasundayag sa sentenaryo'/><author><name>the gliridian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269496283414013340</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2195770987667659836.post-3807347747076361281</id><published>2007-08-12T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T02:29:51.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wattaday!</title><content type='html'>This is the kind of weather that like. windy and not hot. and the breeze, ooohh.. so good! Only that I cannot go outside because I have to finish a lot of things! I've just finished the skit that we are going to perform in geog1 tomorrow. And now I have to create a new problem proposal for my thesis for I have abandoned my previous research because I think I don't have enough time to finish it. I also have to review in Natsci2 because we have an exam tomorrow plus, another exam, TFA180! Haha! But I  think  I can do it.  Heheh. Later, I think I'm going to rooftop. I won't let this beautiful day to pass without breathing the fragrant breeze outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have one work down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*while listening to LiAnne Rimes' "I need you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2195770987667659836-3807347747076361281?l=thegliridian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/feeds/3807347747076361281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2195770987667659836&amp;postID=3807347747076361281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/3807347747076361281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/3807347747076361281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/2007/08/wattaday.html' title='wattaday!'/><author><name>the gliridian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269496283414013340</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-2195770987667659836.post-2945350207907890411</id><published>2007-08-10T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T11:00:21.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>looking through you</title><content type='html'>But why is it so strange to want to know what everyone else already knows? Why should my own face be a secret from me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2195770987667659836-2945350207907890411?l=thegliridian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/feeds/2945350207907890411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2195770987667659836&amp;postID=2945350207907890411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/2945350207907890411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/2945350207907890411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/2007/08/looking-through-you.html' title='looking through you'/><author><name>the gliridian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269496283414013340</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-2195770987667659836.post-1003582186659359669</id><published>2007-08-10T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T02:46:27.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AKAZUKIN CHA CHA!!!</title><content type='html'>Nakapanood ako uli ng Akazukin ChaCha kaninang umaga. At yung mga alaala ko nung bata ako ay nagbalik. Haha! Naaalala ko pa rin ang mga pangalan nila! Hahahah!! Sobrang favorite ko kasi Akazukin Chacha eh. Along with Blink, Btx, Tico and friends etc. At sobrang laugh trip talaga ang Akazukin Chacha! Panalo pa rin ang dubbing ng channel 2 para sa akin! Hehe, maghahanap nga ako ng tagalized version ng Akazukin Chacha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2195770987667659836-1003582186659359669?l=thegliridian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/feeds/1003582186659359669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2195770987667659836&amp;postID=1003582186659359669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/1003582186659359669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/1003582186659359669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/2007/08/akazukin-cha-cha.html' title='AKAZUKIN CHA CHA!!!'/><author><name>the gliridian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269496283414013340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2195770987667659836.post-267592872240664324</id><published>2007-08-09T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T04:57:15.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is wonderful to see someone carry out his dream. So few of us take a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*just like a baby, cannot help to suckle his thumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2195770987667659836-267592872240664324?l=thegliridian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/feeds/267592872240664324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2195770987667659836&amp;postID=267592872240664324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/267592872240664324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/267592872240664324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-is-wonderful-to-see-someone-carry.html' title=''/><author><name>the gliridian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269496283414013340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2195770987667659836.post-8487436545232100629</id><published>2007-08-08T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:25:57.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>self image</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkBbnGp4P0/Rrn4XV1FSSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KMgncBDnd3U/s1600-h/m95648894.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkBbnGp4P0/Rrn4XV1FSSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KMgncBDnd3U/s320/m95648894.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096377533226895650" 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/2195770987667659836-8487436545232100629?l=thegliridian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/feeds/8487436545232100629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2195770987667659836&amp;postID=8487436545232100629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/8487436545232100629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/8487436545232100629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/2007/08/self-image.html' title='self image'/><author><name>the gliridian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269496283414013340</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkBbnGp4P0/Rrn4XV1FSSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KMgncBDnd3U/s72-c/m95648894.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2195770987667659836.post-1176866589177977875</id><published>2007-08-08T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:25:57.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not theologically sound</title><content type='html'>I don't know if I'm going to be happy because the class were suspended because of the rain. The rain is not that strong, only our roads were easily flooded. Sometimes it's flooded even it's not raining! Well, the extended summer, I think is now over, and we should expect a lot of rain. And if that is so, should we also expect a lot of canceled classes? For some tolerable raindrops education has been displaced!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as the water accumulated in our drainage, my concerns also accumulated, my golly! Tomorrow, (Aug.09) we had a report in geog1, first class(7am) and for that I volunteered my self. haha! And because Prof.Narciso did not come to class the last time we are supposed to have our 1st long exam in TFA180, it's moved the same day with our report in in Geog1. Then later that afternoon we have our 2nd long exam in NatSci2. Also the same day, I have to consult my thesis problem with Prof.Reyes, so that I could go on in my research. I'm panicky right now about that, but still it's not yet enough to let me slide. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but I think if you really have to eat something really bad and you really have to, you'll just eat it fast so it will be over. But in my case, with all this raining, I guess I can't do that. All I can do is pinch my nose so I wont taste it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm going to be happy with the rain. But I guess, I'll be -- for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkBbnGp4P0/Rrn2k11FSRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-1f_CscJ4Lk/s1600-h/b93446258.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 92px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkBbnGp4P0/Rrn2k11FSRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-1f_CscJ4Lk/s320/b93446258.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096375566131874066" 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/2195770987667659836-1176866589177977875?l=thegliridian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/feeds/1176866589177977875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2195770987667659836&amp;postID=1176866589177977875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/1176866589177977875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/1176866589177977875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/2007/08/not-theologically-sound.html' title='not theologically sound'/><author><name>the gliridian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269496283414013340</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkBbnGp4P0/Rrn2k11FSRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-1f_CscJ4Lk/s72-c/b93446258.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2195770987667659836.post-3136070856195095343</id><published>2007-08-08T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T09:17:54.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>link! link! link!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.student.ipfw.edu/%7Eosbodr01/hallmarks/frame.html"&gt;http://www.student.ipfw.edu/~osbodr01/hallmarks/frame.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love this one! teehee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2195770987667659836-3136070856195095343?l=thegliridian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/feeds/3136070856195095343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2195770987667659836&amp;postID=3136070856195095343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/3136070856195095343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/3136070856195095343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/2007/08/link-link-link_08.html' title='link! link! link!'/><author><name>the gliridian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269496283414013340</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-2195770987667659836.post-5007371336431978352</id><published>2007-07-28T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:25:58.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallmarks of Felinity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkBbnGp4P0/RqtW6WO0caI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Jahi0QTPiZg/s1600-h/9cl031014.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkBbnGp4P0/RqtW6WO0caI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Jahi0QTPiZg/s320/9cl031014.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092259364072616354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hmm.. I agree to that. This is one of my favorite comic strip. Simple, witty, thought provoking and most of the times funny. And ain't you love Solange? He's/she's adorable. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2195770987667659836-5007371336431978352?l=thegliridian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/feeds/5007371336431978352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2195770987667659836&amp;postID=5007371336431978352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/5007371336431978352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/5007371336431978352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/2007/07/hallmarks-of-felinity.html' title='Hallmarks of Felinity'/><author><name>the gliridian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269496283414013340</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkBbnGp4P0/RqtW6WO0caI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Jahi0QTPiZg/s72-c/9cl031014.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2195770987667659836.post-6081433030335181938</id><published>2007-07-21T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T09:59:53.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyre Bird - David Attenborough</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WuFyqzerHS8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WuFyqzerHS8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe this animal? It's voted as the best of the best. Try and see it for yourself, how clever this animal is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2195770987667659836-6081433030335181938?l=thegliridian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/feeds/6081433030335181938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2195770987667659836&amp;postID=6081433030335181938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/6081433030335181938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/6081433030335181938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/2007/07/lyre-bird-david-attenborough.html' title='Lyre Bird - David Attenborough'/><author><name>the gliridian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269496283414013340</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-2195770987667659836.post-2934101088119257110</id><published>2007-07-21T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T10:03:42.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..to the ends of the earth.</title><content type='html'>It's hard to have no internet connection, can't update regularly. Anyway, I just want to share that this day was just very tiring but very rewarding too! I just have had one of the best days I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I participated to the project of GK(Gawad Kalinga), of building houses for the needy. We had human chain passing the hollow blocks, gravels, sands and everything needed for building houses. I had worked with these kinds of things way back when I was small, helping our house to be built, but it's different to build someone's houses with friends. The experience was very enriching and fun, though it's sure very tiring, but when you see the smiles in the faces of the children and people you are helping building their houses with, your tiredness will be reciprocated with joy! It's hard to explain, all I can say is that it's rewarding serving others, especially the needy. I planned to join the building event in the morning only because I have to attend the World Conference of Christians (the EN07) in Araneta by 2:00 in the afternoon. But my friends requested me to stay a little bit longer for the building event will close by 3:00pm, and a program will follow. So I stayed, (because, anyway, the EN07 has two scheds 2-4, and 6-9, i decided to go for the 6-9 sched, but I can I attend both if I choose) and continued working with them. By 5pm I left the GK to go to Araneta (actually thinking about the freebie of the event, that is a pillow, they said that it's a gift for the Green Section, that was the group of people sitting in the uppermost bleachers of the coliseum, and  I belong with them for  I  registered  late,  haha!!) a good thing that I still got a pillow! haha! I'm blessed, this is my remembrance! Woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, inside the coliseum were the gathering of my brothers and sisters for Christ, from 44 countries, from different provinces in the Philippines. This was the 2nd day of the EN07 event, it's a 3 day event starting from 20 to 23 of July, and tomorrow will be the last day of the event. I have never saw that kind of crowd before, it's almost crazy, outrageous. The presentation were superb, the preachings were great! But what I love the most is the worship part, especially when all of us shouted for several minutes!! It supposed to be just 60 secs, but it happened to be several minutes long, it will not stop if the speaker did not spoke and started the worship songs. It was so wonderful!! I felt that I have endless source of energy in me (even though i came from a tiring work). Jodi and Karlo were in the Grey section, in the very bottom of the coliseum, too bad that we haven't met yet through the 2 days of the event, I'm looking forward to see them tomorrow! (But we are texting each other time to time) The good thing with that was I met new friends! and that was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward for tomorrow, can't wait! But I feel tired now. Haha, I want to sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2195770987667659836-2934101088119257110?l=thegliridian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/feeds/2934101088119257110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2195770987667659836&amp;postID=2934101088119257110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/2934101088119257110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/2934101088119257110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-ends-of-earth.html' title='..to the ends of the earth.'/><author><name>the gliridian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269496283414013340</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-2195770987667659836.post-1664836945712052943</id><published>2007-07-07T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T06:34:03.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grow</title><content type='html'>This is what I wrote, when one day I woke up, and it just came out of me. I planned to make it a children's book, but not worth it. I feel like lecturing. Haha, kids wont like that. But I'll post it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eagle was once an egg,&lt;br /&gt;then he hatched, fed and grew.&lt;br /&gt;Taught to fly, maybe got some&lt;br /&gt;broken wings along the way, but&lt;br /&gt;still he flew.&lt;br /&gt;No one can't stop him,&lt;br /&gt;not even the wind or the deadly heights.&lt;br /&gt;And because of that, wind became his best&lt;br /&gt;companion and height&lt;br /&gt;a close friend.&lt;br /&gt;And he soar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mighty oak was once an acorn,&lt;br /&gt;survived the many squirrels passed by.&lt;br /&gt;Inside that little bud that only wanted&lt;br /&gt;is to see the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Then it peeked.&lt;br /&gt;As a little sprout, he enjoyed the sun,&lt;br /&gt;but the harsh wind  and&lt;br /&gt;the strong storms always coming by.&lt;br /&gt;Some feet might have nearly trampled him.&lt;br /&gt;But still it never stopped him reaching the sun,&lt;br /&gt;then he grew. But as the still little, humble oak grew,&lt;br /&gt;some animals had eaten its leaves, some little creatures&lt;br /&gt;live within him, yet he is happy.&lt;br /&gt;He stand still, stand firm.&lt;br /&gt;Now he is the mighty old oak we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apple was once a seed,&lt;br /&gt;now she has lot of love to share to the&lt;br /&gt;world with her red fruit.&lt;br /&gt;The once cannot stand kid is now a horse,&lt;br /&gt;one of the fastest creature in earth.&lt;br /&gt;Before the Lion became the king,&lt;br /&gt;he was once the little prince without&lt;br /&gt;knowing what he would become.&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought ugly duckling&lt;br /&gt;will grow as a creature of beauty and grace&lt;br /&gt;-- the swan?&lt;br /&gt;And a very long, long list goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you and I as little children now,&lt;br /&gt;will grow. You will grow as you,&lt;br /&gt;and me as me.&lt;br /&gt;Yet you are good and wonderful and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;in your own way.&lt;br /&gt;Like the eagle and the oak in their own ways.&lt;br /&gt;And you and me will never stop to grow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2195770987667659836-1664836945712052943?l=thegliridian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/feeds/1664836945712052943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2195770987667659836&amp;postID=1664836945712052943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/1664836945712052943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/1664836945712052943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/2007/07/grow.html' title='grow'/><author><name>the gliridian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269496283414013340</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-2195770987667659836.post-3581750364181698750</id><published>2007-07-07T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T06:02:31.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sand</title><content type='html'>This is supposed to be a song I wrote long time ago. But I forgot how it was sung. I hope I could remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day is old and weary&lt;br /&gt;And I am going home&lt;br /&gt;The sun is red and bloody&lt;br /&gt;Saying his last goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the endless fields of gold&lt;br /&gt;Where the wind whispers to the wheat&lt;br /&gt;And there, rush to shore&lt;br /&gt;Put a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I walk in the sands of white&lt;br /&gt;Leaving my footsteps behind&lt;br /&gt;To the waves of eternal sea&lt;br /&gt;keeps erasing my memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm but a sand&lt;br /&gt;In time, will turn to sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road that I have made&lt;br /&gt;Is now a forest&lt;br /&gt;A long forgotten road&lt;br /&gt;Hidden into the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the stars of endless light&lt;br /&gt;Kindly guides my way home&lt;br /&gt;Though the way is dark&lt;br /&gt;Looking up, I'm never lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm but just a sand&lt;br /&gt;In time, will turn to sea&lt;br /&gt;Ebbing the life we know&lt;br /&gt;To give us a new one forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm but just a sand&lt;br /&gt;In time, will turn to sea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2195770987667659836-3581750364181698750?l=thegliridian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/feeds/3581750364181698750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2195770987667659836&amp;postID=3581750364181698750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/3581750364181698750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/3581750364181698750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/2007/07/sand.html' title='sand'/><author><name>the gliridian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269496283414013340</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-2195770987667659836.post-5271953656127769972</id><published>2007-07-07T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T04:17:39.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my heart is drenched in wine&lt;br /&gt;but you'll be on my mind&lt;br /&gt;forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't know why, norah jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2195770987667659836-5271953656127769972?l=thegliridian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/feeds/5271953656127769972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2195770987667659836&amp;postID=5271953656127769972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/5271953656127769972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/5271953656127769972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-heart-is-drenched-in-wine-but-youll.html' title=''/><author><name>the gliridian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269496283414013340</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-2195770987667659836.post-5879064721547352011</id><published>2007-07-06T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T16:20:51.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a time for everything</title><content type='html'>Last day, I was asking God life's questions. I seem to be lost. Why does He leading me to the place I do not know. And God is good enough to comfort me with His wisdom. I stumbled to the pages of ecclesiastes, I think this is just the answer that I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To everything there is a season&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;A time for every purpose under heaven:&lt;br /&gt;        A time to be born,&lt;br /&gt;And a time to die;&lt;br /&gt;        A time to plant,&lt;br /&gt;And a time to pluck what is planted;&lt;br /&gt;        A time to kill,&lt;br /&gt;And a time to heal;&lt;br /&gt;        A time to break down,&lt;br /&gt;And a time to build up;&lt;br /&gt;        A time to weep,&lt;br /&gt;And a time to laugh;&lt;br /&gt;        A time to mourn,&lt;br /&gt;And a time to dance;&lt;br /&gt;        A time to cast away stones,&lt;br /&gt;And a time to gather stones;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A time to embrace, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And a time to refrain from embracing;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        A time to gain,&lt;br /&gt;And a time to lose;&lt;br /&gt;        A time to keep,&lt;br /&gt;And a time to throw away;&lt;br /&gt;        A time to tear,&lt;br /&gt;And a time to sew;&lt;br /&gt;        A time to keep silence,&lt;br /&gt;And a time to speak;&lt;br /&gt;        A time to love,&lt;br /&gt;And a time to hate;&lt;br /&gt;        A time of war;&lt;br /&gt;And a time of peace.&lt;br /&gt;                                    -ecc. 3:1-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He has made everything beautiful in its time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2195770987667659836-5879064721547352011?l=thegliridian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/feeds/5879064721547352011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2195770987667659836&amp;postID=5879064721547352011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/5879064721547352011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/5879064721547352011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-for-everything.html' title='a time for everything'/><author><name>the gliridian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269496283414013340</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-2195770987667659836.post-2109601040769904589</id><published>2007-07-05T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:25:58.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>seven years</title><content type='html'>Outside, the rain is falling in the tin roof. Inside, i can feel the slowness of this season, that gives content to my heart. Now, I go back of those days that I used to go outside and play in the rain with my childhood friends, making dikes in the mud, or mud fighting as if it is snow; the stronger the rain the more we love it, we will never stop until it's really cold as ice, or mom is calling for hot porridge or when it's already "mask rider black" (of course we have to watch that, we never missed a single episode :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until seven years ago I can do those things. I wonder why I cannot do it right now. And it gave me an odd feeling of nostalgia while listening to the music of Norah Jones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkBbnGp4P0/Ro2tgo7eXmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N0PCaFvP7pI/s1600-h/Norah-Jones-500x524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 85px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkBbnGp4P0/Ro2tgo7eXmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N0PCaFvP7pI/s320/Norah-Jones-500x524.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083910330625449570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spinning, laughing, dancing to&lt;br /&gt;her favorite song&lt;br /&gt;A little girl with nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;Is all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes wide open&lt;br /&gt;Always hoping for the sun&lt;br /&gt;And she'll sing her song to anyone&lt;br /&gt;that comes along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fragile as a leaf in autumn&lt;br /&gt;Just fallin' to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Without a sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crooked little smile on her face&lt;br /&gt;Tells a tale of grace&lt;br /&gt;That's all her own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spinning, laughing, dancing to her favorite song&lt;br /&gt;A little girl with nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;And she's all alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2195770987667659836-2109601040769904589?l=thegliridian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/feeds/2109601040769904589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2195770987667659836&amp;postID=2109601040769904589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/2109601040769904589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/2109601040769904589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/2007/07/seven-years.html' title='seven years'/><author><name>the gliridian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269496283414013340</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkBbnGp4P0/Ro2tgo7eXmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N0PCaFvP7pI/s72-c/Norah-Jones-500x524.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2195770987667659836.post-818830294503348001</id><published>2007-07-05T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T19:59:29.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do it poorly</title><content type='html'>I didn't know that this seemingly negative phrase is really helpful, especially if you really want something to get done. Quite a long time ago, someone asked me to do a blog, i said,"no, not until i made a good design for it"(because I love her blog). And so I did not made anything until now. (This is for her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that what's taking the life out of me, (also in writing and illustrating) is this paralyzing thing called: perfectionism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dare to be dreadful", i like that phrase because it is a good tool to fight that great enemy that always creeps on you when you are bound to do something --  the deadly perfectionism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's what some clever people had to say about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get it down.  Take chances.  It may be bad, but it's the only way you can do anything really good."&lt;br /&gt;   -William Faulkner (1897-1962)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anything worth doing is worth doing badly."&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                       - G.K. Chesterton(1874-1936)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;"No one is perfect... that's why pencils have erasers."  -Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;"Sometimes... when you hold out for everything, you walk away with nothing."  -From the television show &lt;i&gt;Ally McBeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;"You see, when weaving a blanket, an Indian woman leaves a flaw in the weaving of that blanket to let the soul out."  -Martha Graham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;(1894 – 1991)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--FD--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt; Congratulations!  You're not perfect!  It's ridiculous to want to be perfect anyway.  But then, everybody's ridiculous sometimes, except perfect people.  You know what perfect is?  Perfect is not eating or drinking or talking or moving a muscle or making even the teensiest mistake.  Perfect is never doing anything wrong - which means never doing anything at all.  Perfect is boring!  So you're not perfect!  Wonderful!  Have fun!  Eat things that give you bad breath!  Trip over your own shoelaces!  Laugh!  Let somebody else laugh at you!  Perfect people never do any of those things.  All they do is sit around and sip weak tea and think about how perfect they are.  But they're really not one-hundred-percent perfect anyway.  You should see them when they get the hiccups!  Phooey!  Who needs 'em?  You can drink pickle juice and imitate gorillas and do silly dances and sing stupid songs and wear funny hats and be as imperfect as you please and still be a good person.  Good people are hard to find nowadays.  And they're a lot more fun than perfect people any day of the week.  -Stephen Manes,(1949) &lt;i&gt;Be a Perfect Person in Just Three Days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt; Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.  -Antoine de Saint-Exupéry(1900-1944)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt; I want to stay as close to the edge as I can without going over.  Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can't see from the center.  -Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., &lt;i&gt;Player Piano(1922-2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt; Does 'anal-retentive' have a hyphen?  -Alison Bechdel, 1990 &lt;i&gt;Dykes to Watch Out For&lt;/i&gt;&lt;!--dykestowatchoutfor.com--&gt; calendar  &lt;i&gt;(Thank you, Chelsea.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;"The enemy of creation is perfectionism."-R.D.R. Cedro (1987-present)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No work is perfect to a perfectionist."-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;R.D.R. Cedro (1987-present)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some words from the wise. (teehee) I think I have nothing to argue about that. Forget perfect let us just have fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;!--quoted in Reader's Digest Quotable Quotes Oct 2001--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2195770987667659836-818830294503348001?l=thegliridian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/feeds/818830294503348001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2195770987667659836&amp;postID=818830294503348001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/818830294503348001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2195770987667659836/posts/default/818830294503348001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegliridian.blogspot.com/2007/07/do-it-poorly.html' title='do it poorly'/><author><name>the gliridian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269496283414013340</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></feed>
