<?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-2963537861170203868</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:54:39.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My works makes me feel better</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog makes me feel better. It helps me realized that I am a creature who is full of potentials. You can find here some of my poems, experiences,and story which I written during my creative writing subject and anytime i wanted.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xheenamae.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2963537861170203868/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xheenamae.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sheena Mae AKA Vampire's girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417943115893493417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cBqXEX13X6o/SK0AstvdnlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66MmgQEXPXM/S220/mine.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963537861170203868.post-412664834566302017</id><published>2009-04-17T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T07:56:39.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yes! this is me.</title><content type='html'>I always wanted to write every messages that comes to my mind but it seems that the words coming from my head are not exactly the expression that I am writing. There's always a dilema inside in me in terms of my writing skills. I actually found myself idiot about this matter and I felt so dumb and moron and all.  I envy my classmates and friends who can write so well. I always wish to be like them. I want to imitate them. I am jealous of what they can do. Everytime I see them, I always feel so little. They have been my energy drainer since i knew them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, man have all these flaws. Flaws that made them imperfect. Imperfect of the things they wanted to be perfect. To be awesome but turned into a fear. I actually have this self inferiority. I treat myself as someone who cannot contribute like a great mind can do. Is it wrong to wish something like this for your self? Is it bad to look your self as someone you wanted to be? I admit, its all my fault. Fault that I never nourish so it turns into dormant skill. Is there anymore time to developed of what I have neglected? I wish I can bring back time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings to my sense when I have read one of the write- ups of my friend. I thougth this person will be added as my energy drainer. Another man to remind me that i cannot do of what he is good at it. But i was wrong, he became my motivation to write and t speak my conviction, feelings, and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--to be contiue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2963537861170203868-412664834566302017?l=xheenamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xheenamae.blogspot.com/feeds/412664834566302017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2963537861170203868&amp;postID=412664834566302017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2963537861170203868/posts/default/412664834566302017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2963537861170203868/posts/default/412664834566302017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xheenamae.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes-this-is-me.html' title='yes! this is me.'/><author><name>Sheena Mae AKA Vampire's girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417943115893493417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cBqXEX13X6o/SK0AstvdnlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66MmgQEXPXM/S220/mine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963537861170203868.post-1836989091994505229</id><published>2009-02-23T19:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:25:12.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edward Cullen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cBqXEX13X6o/SaNyNKue89I/AAAAAAAAAD8/5KiMfIzAo5k/s1600-h/edz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306210356515763154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cBqXEX13X6o/SaNyNKue89I/AAAAAAAAAD8/5KiMfIzAo5k/s320/edz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;           Do you know him? He is Edward Cullen. He is my favorite character in the book and the twilight movie. He is a vampire to tell you a &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;beautiful vampire&lt;/span&gt;. He is an extraordinary vampire. He can read your minds apart from Bella, his human love. He never bite human, he and his family are called "vegetarians" because they prefer to eat animals and never destroyed human lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;           He is seventeen years old and forever will be seventeen. &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Vampires do not grow old&lt;/span&gt;. The time they were created as a vampire they stop growing. He will be forever young. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2963537861170203868-1836989091994505229?l=xheenamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xheenamae.blogspot.com/feeds/1836989091994505229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2963537861170203868&amp;postID=1836989091994505229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2963537861170203868/posts/default/1836989091994505229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2963537861170203868/posts/default/1836989091994505229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xheenamae.blogspot.com/2009/02/edward-cullen.html' title='Edward Cullen'/><author><name>Sheena Mae AKA Vampire's girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417943115893493417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cBqXEX13X6o/SK0AstvdnlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66MmgQEXPXM/S220/mine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cBqXEX13X6o/SaNyNKue89I/AAAAAAAAAD8/5KiMfIzAo5k/s72-c/edz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963537861170203868.post-1265036790128855490</id><published>2009-02-22T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T07:42:58.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fave Quotes</title><content type='html'>Edward is too beautiful to be real (twilight, pg. 123)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its too easy to be myself with you (edward, twilight, pg. 123)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm the world's best predator, aren't I? Everything about me invites you in — my voice,&lt;br /&gt;my face, even my smell. As if I need any of that! (edward, twilight, pg. 124)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, you are exactly my brand of&lt;br /&gt;heroin." (edward, twilight, pg. 126)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You&lt;br /&gt;are the most important thing to me now. The most important thing to me ever." (edward, twilight,pg. 129)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb…" (edward, twiight, pg. 129)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future isn't set in stone. Things&lt;br /&gt;change."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2963537861170203868-1265036790128855490?l=xheenamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xheenamae.blogspot.com/feeds/1265036790128855490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2963537861170203868&amp;postID=1265036790128855490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2963537861170203868/posts/default/1265036790128855490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2963537861170203868/posts/default/1265036790128855490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xheenamae.blogspot.com/2009/02/fave-quotes.html' title='fave Quotes'/><author><name>Sheena Mae AKA Vampire's girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417943115893493417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cBqXEX13X6o/SK0AstvdnlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66MmgQEXPXM/S220/mine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963537861170203868.post-3581411202205146983</id><published>2009-02-22T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T07:00:13.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edward of Bella</title><content type='html'>twiligth is the safest time of the  day&lt;br /&gt;the easiest and the saddest in a way&lt;br /&gt;the end of another day and the return of the night&lt;br /&gt;to rule the world with his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His topaz eyes and onyx for the next two week&lt;br /&gt;His smooth marble like diamond and pale, frozen skin&lt;br /&gt;His scent and voice are too perfect and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;like an angel that could be more glorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His like a lion who fell in love with the lamb&lt;br /&gt;protective and fascinated with vulnerable her&lt;br /&gt;do anything probably the best&lt;br /&gt;for his one and only human love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one request that he'd appreciate is to&lt;br /&gt;Be sa&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;e like no one ever did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2963537861170203868-3581411202205146983?l=xheenamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xheenamae.blogspot.com/feeds/3581411202205146983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2963537861170203868&amp;postID=3581411202205146983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2963537861170203868/posts/default/3581411202205146983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2963537861170203868/posts/default/3581411202205146983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xheenamae.blogspot.com/2009/02/edward-of-bella.html' title='Edward of Bella'/><author><name>Sheena Mae AKA Vampire's girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417943115893493417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cBqXEX13X6o/SK0AstvdnlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66MmgQEXPXM/S220/mine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963537861170203868.post-3373774068819604533</id><published>2008-12-05T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T19:57:39.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its all about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;lets get the ball rolling.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOOD &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love eating..&lt;br /&gt;fried and lechon chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oranges, grapes, and mangoes&lt;br /&gt;(hilaw kag luto, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kwek kwek (yummy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beverage?! i'll go w/&lt;br /&gt;orange juice and&lt;br /&gt;sago't gulaman w/ milk&lt;br /&gt;sweet? cakes&lt;br /&gt;ice cream (cookies and cream)and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolates =)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LIKES TO DO.. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am motivated to make poems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of my teacher (engl.143)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a need to read so i read =)&lt;br /&gt;i like to draw but... u know wat i mean.. (d' ko kbalo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MY FAMILY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papa- who keeps on telling me that he love me so much&lt;br /&gt;mama- my partner in crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate ayl - super bestbud financer in the world =) peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy2- who is inlove now, i think! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis aiah- the pasaway yet sweetie girl in home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHATS IN ME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am fascinated w/ people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who have white skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(negra bi koh and they always tease me w/ my skin..haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i learn to love my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because only XHEENA touches my skin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who touches yours?! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am easily get irritated w/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who keeps on watching&lt;br /&gt;my actions&lt;br /&gt;live your life leave mine, meany!.. blee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sometimes pasaway but not to the extent of giving harm to myself and others.&lt;br /&gt;i love petty things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink and white are my fav. colors..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have high intensity when it comes to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clothes(hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT'S WORST IN ME? :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes hurt other people with my nonsense tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people get irritated to me, dunno why! maybe because of my noise.. and i hate it about myself! grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this all for now. bow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me, this is the real me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PAAMAN!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one truth i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that &lt;b&gt;JESUS&lt;/b&gt; loves me so much and accepted me for who I am. He can do it to you also :) bless us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2963537861170203868-3373774068819604533?l=xheenamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xheenamae.blogspot.com/feeds/3373774068819604533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2963537861170203868&amp;postID=3373774068819604533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2963537861170203868/posts/default/3373774068819604533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2963537861170203868/posts/default/3373774068819604533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xheenamae.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-all-about-me.html' title='its all about me'/><author><name>Sheena Mae AKA Vampire's girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417943115893493417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cBqXEX13X6o/SK0AstvdnlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66MmgQEXPXM/S220/mine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963537861170203868.post-5255156364560682252</id><published>2008-11-07T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:21:23.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply gorgeous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-HAIKU-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different faces&lt;br /&gt;glittering, twinkling lil' eyes&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                       happiness can seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful princess&lt;br /&gt;living in a quite place&lt;br /&gt;guard by God above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smiles seen in their faces&lt;br /&gt;mourns and troubles are hidden&lt;br /&gt;strong courage is shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cBqXEX13X6o/SRVyQLgUBTI/AAAAAAAAADc/9QRSLN-BQqU/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2963537861170203868-5255156364560682252?l=xheenamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xheenamae.blogspot.com/feeds/5255156364560682252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2963537861170203868&amp;postID=5255156364560682252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2963537861170203868/posts/default/5255156364560682252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2963537861170203868/posts/default/5255156364560682252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xheenamae.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-my-family.html' title='Simply gorgeous'/><author><name>Sheena Mae AKA Vampire's girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417943115893493417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cBqXEX13X6o/SK0AstvdnlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66MmgQEXPXM/S220/mine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963537861170203868.post-3215363105976173760</id><published>2008-10-19T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T03:09:36.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one of my unforgettable experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Team-Teaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Personally, one thing I can describe about my feelings on my first actual team teaching is mentally and physically tortured. Uncounted heart beat, cold perspiration, rehearsing of the things to be said, walking back and forth, shaking over my body and a nerve breaking moment while waiting for the signal to enter in the classroom and it is maybe because it is said that our assigned room is a section one class and a big doubt if I mastered my topic, my grammars, my facial expressions, gestures, and worried if everything will turn into mess and it is observable that my buddies have the same feeling the way I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just very thankful to our Cooperating Teacher that she gave us five minutes to relax, to settle everything, and to asked help to our God to give us the courage and presence of mind. I supposed she understood what we are going through. Our most awaited moment was come to pass we entered the room for she had given us the signal. Personally, upon entering the room I looked at the students, roamed my eyes to the posters posted in the wall and I saw the word SMILE which encourage me to smile even when I feel like running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything runs smoothly at the start though all eyes are looking at us, observing of what we will do, grammars to correct, and especially our CT that is observing us. They loved the puzzle activities and they enjoyed it. We facilitated it together with my two buddies. But at the middle of the class the technology we used which is power point presentation can’t be seen by the learners because we don’t have projector and in that students didn’t participate well in the discussion and I observed that what have we written in our lesson plan did not meet as I expected.  At the end of the class our cooperating teacher discussed of what is our strengths and weaknesses I our teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, our team teaching was a good start in preparing us to become a better and effective teacher someday. Those vicarious experiences had helped us to understand entirely our chosen profession and I realized that to become a teacher is not an easy task as what I have known. I must have the characteristics of an effective teacher, intelligent, skillful, and many other more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2963537861170203868-3215363105976173760?l=xheenamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xheenamae.blogspot.com/feeds/3215363105976173760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2963537861170203868&amp;postID=3215363105976173760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2963537861170203868/posts/default/3215363105976173760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2963537861170203868/posts/default/3215363105976173760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xheenamae.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-of-my-unforgettable-experience.html' title='one of my unforgettable experience'/><author><name>Sheena Mae AKA Vampire's girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417943115893493417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cBqXEX13X6o/SK0AstvdnlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66MmgQEXPXM/S220/mine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963537861170203868.post-644092140956423574</id><published>2008-10-18T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T03:11:28.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cBqXEX13X6o/SQ-yKpbefRI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZJz3Ska7bpk/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cBqXEX13X6o/SQ-yKpbefRI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZJz3Ska7bpk/s320/Image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264622385408933138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cBqXEX13X6o/SQ-x9nRv_WI/AAAAAAAAABU/pLAIAMNdESg/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cBqXEX13X6o/SQ-x9nRv_WI/AAAAAAAAABU/pLAIAMNdESg/s320/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264622161492966754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cBqXEX13X6o/SQ-xktAlViI/AAAAAAAAABM/kVTyBtWPaX4/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cBqXEX13X6o/SQ-xktAlViI/AAAAAAAAABM/kVTyBtWPaX4/s320/Image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264621733534848546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Self-reliance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           What makes a man to be a superstar? What makes a man to be rich? What makes a common man to be someone prominent? What makes their star so bright while others fade? What’s with them? Do they have hidden amulets? Or they have a hidden potential or ability and skills? Superstars, rich people, and those who have done excellent in thier works have the same common denominator and it is SELF-CONFIDENCE. It is a powerful tool that became a great asset to whoever use it wisely. This toll cannot be stolen nor steal by anybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;                Self-reliance is simply having self-confidence in one's self. And self-confidence can change something. A change that your life will be a worth living than the life you have before. It can make things possible because it is working with all your heart and not merely working for merits, money, or power but the satisfaction from within. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;               Cowards are not one of the most pitiful person in this world. For they dont possess one of th most powerful tool that can affect the quality of their works and actions, Self-confidence. Bu there is always time for change and it is only when one opt for change and start believing in oneself, then success becomes visible. It was said that humans are lucky for in the innate self their they have self-confidence. It is just a matter of believing and valuing human nature of using all endowed faculties in facing challenges and actualizing human potentials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2963537861170203868-644092140956423574?l=xheenamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xheenamae.blogspot.com/feeds/644092140956423574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2963537861170203868&amp;postID=644092140956423574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2963537861170203868/posts/default/644092140956423574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T’NALAK DAYS IN KORONADAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Colorful flag lets all around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Pyramid stalls stand upright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Stage has instruments to be sounded for the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;By the person behind that are best in town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Protech is ready as an amusement park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;And a place to showcase rich products&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Prepared for everyone to enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Cheap, ornate products are there for sale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Giant Ferris wheel is seen by far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Large tentacles of octopus invite you to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;To join the rides with amazing laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;With the neighboring province all around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Different people comes out to their shells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;To witness the high lighted event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Street dancing is one of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Especially the beautiful ladies of “Mutya ng South Cotabato”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;That over crowded the gym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Though gregarious person were all dog-tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;They do not bother, for indeed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;This is one of the events that should not pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Because T’nalak days is one of a kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2963537861170203868-4798785396369502248?l=xheenamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xheenamae.blogspot.com/feeds/4798785396369502248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;What if there is no judgment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Will I distinguish the good from bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;What if I do not have any senses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;Will I conquer the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;What if I can't see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;Can I appreciate light?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;What if I can't hear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;Can I join with the people dancing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;What if I can't smell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;Can I differentiate the good and foul odor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;What if I dont have feet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Can I roam the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;What if this is my situation right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Will my family be proud of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;they are g&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oing&lt;/span&gt; to leave me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;What if they will not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Then I will leave this Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2963537861170203868-864674273759518462?l=xheenamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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align="center"&gt;La Vita E Bela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" align="left"&gt;                  One of the best movie I saw was LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL. In this movie the different views in life are shown, happiness, cruelty, and sacrificial moment in once life. Let me tell you what is the gist of this movie. Well, it started with a love story where Guido fell inlove with Dora who had charm and beauty. It was a funny love story. they both struck and fell in love at the first time they met. Along the love story, they eloped and had a son named Joshua, an intelligent and smart boy. On his sixth birthday everything had change from normal life to a complicated one. It was time of Hitler, a person who had an iron hand where he became the dictator of the Germany. In that time, Jews were all captived and one of them is the family of Guido and the sad part was they put into an abondoned prison like place. Their they lived with misery and very unfortunate. The father has the inituitive to keep Joshua think that they are just playing and every time they will get points. And time comes that the father should sacrifice for his family. Guido died to protect his family and to be courageous at the sight of his family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;REFLECTION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;             What is the use of Happiness when Sadness comes not into existence, there is no sweetness in victory if there is no defeat. These what make life beautiful and meaningful and indeed life is beautiful. My mind was opened about what life is really made of, because of this, I realized that life is temporary, any point of time God can take my life and even  the life of my love ones, that my plans in life are very different from what is His plan. And at this point of time, I'll treasure evrything that God has given to me, my family, my friends, my classmates, my teachers, and evryone that surrounds me. Life is not perfect but enou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;gh to do our best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2963537861170203868-377255408174263213?l=xheenamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xheenamae.blogspot.com/feeds/377255408174263213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2963537861170203868&amp;postID=377255408174263213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2963537861170203868/posts/default/377255408174263213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2963537861170203868/posts/default/377255408174263213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xheenamae.blogspot.com/2008/10/indeed-life-is-beautiful.html' title='Indeed life is beautiful!'/><author><name>Sheena Mae AKA Vampire's girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417943115893493417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cBqXEX13X6o/SK0AstvdnlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66MmgQEXPXM/S220/mine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963537861170203868.post-2022993727469425242</id><published>2008-10-05T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T07:30:14.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Todays Youth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I Defined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Youth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cBqXEX13X6o/SO3qQtUOgRI/AAAAAAAAABA/7PVLa_1Pyfs/s1600-h/youth.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some live with joy and happiness&lt;br /&gt;Completely dolled up to roll the world&lt;br /&gt;Get what they wants and needs&lt;br /&gt;with blings to boast ahead &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet no one see&lt;br /&gt;Complete they may seem but emptiness is within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are ebullient&lt;br /&gt;Smiles behind their mourns&lt;br /&gt;Even between the devil and the deep blue see&lt;br /&gt;still did not cause them to turn a hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others are introvert&lt;br /&gt;prefer to have silence in the set&lt;br /&gt;that cause them to have blue in the face&lt;br /&gt;and make their own living world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And their is one truth that is common to them all&lt;br /&gt;Is to be harm if not in home&lt;br /&gt;to swallowed a stork for gyne, a lad who loses it's own dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They demand not to have a fair weathered friend&lt;br /&gt;Instead Jesus who will love and care.&lt;br /&gt;NOT a person who have an iron hand to rule&lt;br /&gt;Instead a God with a reaching hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^sheen^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2963537861170203868-2022993727469425242?l=xheenamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xheenamae.blogspot.com/feeds/2022993727469425242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2963537861170203868&amp;postID=2022993727469425242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2963537861170203868/posts/default/2022993727469425242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2963537861170203868/posts/default/2022993727469425242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xheenamae.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-define-youth.html' title='Todays Youth'/><author><name>Sheena Mae AKA Vampire's girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417943115893493417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cBqXEX13X6o/SK0AstvdnlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66MmgQEXPXM/S220/mine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963537861170203868.post-8078790824527827430</id><published>2008-08-31T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T07:56:27.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Superheroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cBqXEX13X6o/SLtgTw5V9kI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kDmVZXvexgw/s1600-h/HANDS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240888484034901570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 216px; height: 129px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cBqXEX13X6o/SLtgTw5V9kI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kDmVZXvexgw/s320/HANDS.jpg" width="144" border="0" height="129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Impossible, Unreachable, and blazing dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;that stock and doomed to fail me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for sure regrets and despair is my condone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its already on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet you come to light my dusk and rough road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;became my &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; I'm in low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my protection from harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and will to my undying lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have given me the love I longed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my source of joy instead of mourn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you held your reaching hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my stagnant life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gave me instructions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and led me to green pasture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much sweat and tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caused you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt; me a whole being like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no other than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I rejoice with my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I knew you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for indeed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Mama and Papa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are my SUPERHEROES&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2963537861170203868-8078790824527827430?l=xheenamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xheenamae.blogspot.com/feeds/8078790824527827430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2963537861170203868&amp;postID=8078790824527827430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2963537861170203868/posts/default/8078790824527827430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2963537861170203868/posts/default/8078790824527827430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xheenamae.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-superheroes.html' title='My Superheroes'/><author><name>Sheena Mae AKA Vampire's girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417943115893493417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cBqXEX13X6o/SK0AstvdnlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66MmgQEXPXM/S220/mine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cBqXEX13X6o/SLtgTw5V9kI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kDmVZXvexgw/s72-c/HANDS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963537861170203868.post-5329063905323048039</id><published>2008-08-31T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T07:56:06.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>History 111 ---Reflection paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cBqXEX13X6o/SLtdipWmX7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/xjBEqG36MCs/s1600-h/shen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240885441173282738" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 130px; height: 130px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cBqXEX13X6o/SLtdipWmX7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/xjBEqG36MCs/s320/shen.jpg" width="130" border="0" height="109" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Six pages of papers in reading is not a joke. It needs to read repeatedly for so many times in order to understand and digests what the author really wants to convey to his/her readers. But what was this paper in reality all about? These papers are all about Jose Rizal our national hero argument, isn’t he really to be called our national hero? Or it can be Bonifacio or Aguinaldo or maybe Mabini? Who is really is to be called? For fifteen years to be in school, I have learned through lectures of my teachers from grade one until now that our national hero is Dr. Jose Rizal. He was given much attention by our governments to integrate his life to our curriculum that could develop us from being nationalism, patriotism, and to appreciate our own culture. And now, there is a reevaluation of his (Rizal) life and works if he deserves to be entitled as our national hero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;The author of this paper has been observant and was critical in his idea. He was also an intelligent and intuitive person. He used claim and quote in his work which is good because it is more credible in the part of the reader for the reason of giving proofs in one was said and giving his own idea out of that certain quote.In my point of view, this reading assignment has two objectives to the reader, first it will be the cause of confusions and can be shaken the faith of a person about our heroes, secondly, it can also be strengthens and heighten one’s conviction in our heroes or be inquisitive enough of the truth. But there is playing in my mind why is it that this important kind of article was publish in 1970 yet we have knew it just this 2008? Did the government read and knew about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Upon reading the document, I was somewhat shocked of what I had found out. One of this was that the American colonial officials and chosen Filipinos appointed Rizal to be the national hero of Philippines and not our own people. Yet, I still believe that our national hero is Rizal because I still considered the person behind the decision making, they are calibrated and have been through in different experienced that made them able to appoint. I presume that they are not just ordinary person. They had seen the worth, talent and greatness of Rizal that made them decided not just they cannot find any anti-American quotations wrote by him. About revolution which is founded by Andres Bonifacio, I also agreed with Rizal that the freedom should not undergo with violence that cause death by many Filipinos. As what Rizal did, he used his intelligent and expressed his thoughts, opinions, and point of views that could be benefited by many, through pens and in that Rizal became a threat to the Spaniards and because he was belonged to the class of conservative ilustrado I assume that he has a well-planned actions against Spaniards that he died because of it. In the part of Andres Bonifacio as to be considered as our national hero my point is he used his oily actions led to the use of weapons and strengths. He did not plan so well but his aggressive mind led him.In conclusion, every persona who was involved in the liberation of our country should be given praise and his/her deserve importance. It should not be neglected by everybody because this will help us appreciate the beauty of life that was lost for the benefit of many. It is also good to be open-minded in every possibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2963537861170203868-5329063905323048039?l=xheenamae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xheenamae.blogspot.com/feeds/5329063905323048039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2963537861170203868&amp;postID=5329063905323048039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2963537861170203868/posts/default/5329063905323048039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2963537861170203868/posts/default/5329063905323048039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xheenamae.blogspot.com/2008/08/history-111-reflection-paper.html' title='History 111 ---Reflection paper'/><author><name>Sheena Mae AKA Vampire's girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417943115893493417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cBqXEX13X6o/SK0AstvdnlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66MmgQEXPXM/S220/mine.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cBqXEX13X6o/SLtdipWmX7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/xjBEqG36MCs/s72-c/shen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
