<?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-5422912599413453054</id><updated>2011-09-10T00:42:06.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentiments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenhuck521.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422912599413453054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenhuck521.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04451857001999641436</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422912599413453054.post-5459284787776722189</id><published>2011-09-04T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T05:06:08.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(129, 255, 127); font-family: Arial, Verdana, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(24, 24, 24); "&gt;Never would I thought that I will find such&lt;br /&gt;Oasis of my desert, I wouldn't wish for much&lt;br /&gt;Everytime our eyes meet,&lt;br /&gt;Lessens my fears, my tears, my doubts&lt;br /&gt;Efforts to know her, do you think its easy?&lt;br /&gt;Defer other thoughts, to at least make her know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace to comfort her, I'll do&lt;br /&gt;Not a day I'll tell her what's not true&lt;br /&gt;In my heart she'll always be there&lt;br /&gt;Amaranth it would, and will always be&lt;br /&gt;Listen, it beats fast I feel&lt;br /&gt;Empyreal may it be but how I wish it's for real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems so nice&lt;br /&gt;Forever may not be enough, but&lt;br /&gt;In due time the whole world I'll shout that,&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I do like her&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I do love her&lt;br /&gt;Empty, that's what I don't want to be&lt;br /&gt;Just wait and see, I'll make her fall in love with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422912599413453054-5459284787776722189?l=kenhuck521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenhuck521.blogspot.com/feeds/5459284787776722189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5422912599413453054&amp;postID=5459284787776722189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422912599413453054/posts/default/5459284787776722189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422912599413453054/posts/default/5459284787776722189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenhuck521.blogspot.com/2011/09/her.html' title='Her'/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04451857001999641436</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-5422912599413453054.post-6866963609463493410</id><published>2007-10-06T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T22:28:23.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five reasons why I wrote this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;As I was sitting along one of the seats in the jeepney, I can’t stop thinking what happened before I sat there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;First is that one of the persons closest to me has just celebrated her birthday. I gave her a gift that I bought in a mall just before going to class. Am I doing this just because it’s her birthday? Apparently not. I am doing this because I have developed a deep attachment to that person. But that attachment seems to just rust out as every day passes. I do not know why and I am hoping that she would tell me so that I could clear my mind regarding that matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Second, I have met my long lost friends wherein they are one of the reasons why I am showing one of my alter egos, my jolly side. It’s as if I am Sensui in the anime, Ghost Fighter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Third, I have gained a new acquaintance and a new friend as well in the form of the student council’s head of the finance committee (hugs, hugs, hugs. Hahahaha). In an instant, I became one of the staff under the finance committee. We do share some stories and found out that we have things in common. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Fourth, (angry… just a little…) I am thinking why I am being badly criticized by someone whom I do not have any hard feelings with not until now. It’s not that I do not accept criticisms, it’s just because it affects the way I get along with you and with others as well. Don’t be surprised when I turn my back on you, it’s your fault anyway. We both work professionally but outside the room, it’s as if you are just another person who wants to pull me down through your messages. Do not use those crappy &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“--- ---- --- --- I am”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“--- --- --- ---- me enough”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; excuses as your scapegoat. That won’t work on me. If I had not noticed what you have done, I would just be an idiot smiling to you while you do those things that would ruin other person’s impression to me. Who wants to be backstabbed anyway? I can’t let this kind of things happen to me so I have to type it out. Now let’s get this straight. Why are you doing this to me? Is it because I loved the things that you loved? Are you sure that I loved that person just because I want to go with the flow? Let me tell you something. I do have my own mind that tells me what I should do and my own heart that tells me what I should feel. Do not be selfish, she’s not even yours in the first place and I ought to tell this also: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“I will not also be selfish ‘cause she’s neither mine in the first place”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Don’t let this get worse else, everything that we’ve been built will just turn into trash and that person would turn her back on both of us. Either of us doesn’t want that to happen, right? I am willing to talk regarding this matter and resolve this petty quarrel. I don’t get mad easily but when things get worst, you’ll see where I hide my envidias. And by the way, don’t say that I am just mimicking you. Nothing is original in this era. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Even the word original is sometimes faked.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, those four things stated above really gave me some of life’s lessons. There are instances that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;a) you need your friend’s advice to supply that missing piece of the puzzle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;b) It is not always love that makes our world go round. Sometimes, it is our decision whether we want to make it go round or turn the other way around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;c) Plans that were made are very much better done than said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;d) Words that can’t come out of your mouth to avoid hurting anyone… comes out in the net!&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/5422912599413453054-6866963609463493410?l=kenhuck521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenhuck521.blogspot.com/feeds/6866963609463493410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5422912599413453054&amp;postID=6866963609463493410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422912599413453054/posts/default/6866963609463493410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422912599413453054/posts/default/6866963609463493410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenhuck521.blogspot.com/2007/10/five-reasons-why-i-wrote-this.html' title='Five reasons why I wrote this'/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04451857001999641436</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-5422912599413453054.post-2694668429770256848</id><published>2007-09-23T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T07:08:57.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhh.. wala munang title...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Eto, mga quotable quotes (What?!) na nakuha ko sa mga pinagpapanuod ko sa DVD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Some heroes are born and destined for greatness. Others are just made everyday men and women and... just dogs who rise up in times of crisis no matter how high the odds are stacked against them. These are the heroes we all have inside us." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Shoeshine, Underdog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Life doesn't always work out what we expected."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Jack, Underdog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Not all persons can be great artists, but all great artists came from simple persons."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Chef Gusteau, Ratatouille&lt;br /&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/5422912599413453054-2694668429770256848?l=kenhuck521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenhuck521.blogspot.com/feeds/2694668429770256848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5422912599413453054&amp;postID=2694668429770256848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422912599413453054/posts/default/2694668429770256848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422912599413453054/posts/default/2694668429770256848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenhuck521.blogspot.com/2007/09/uhh-wala-munang-title.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Uhh.. wala munang title...&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04451857001999641436</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-5422912599413453054.post-5032627026250378378</id><published>2007-09-11T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T22:24:53.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desilusiones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saturday, Sept. 7, 2007. English subject namin. "Group yourselves in five for your project 5-8". Naisip ko, kailangan lubusin. Text ko nga si __. "Ei, sama nio nman ako sa group nio.". Nagreply siya nung nassa bahay na ako. "Ei, sorry, nakapagdecyd na kami na kamikami na lang ulet sa grup bago ko mabasa text mo, sory talaga.". "e d b, dpat ibang grpmates nman?". "Sorry talaga"... &lt;strong&gt;Nakakasama ng loob&lt;/strong&gt;... yung taong pinagkatiwalaan mo ang sanhi ng unang &lt;strong&gt;sama ng loob&lt;/strong&gt; ko sa linggong ito. Mabuti na lang at nagsorry siya at di pa nadagdagan ang &lt;strong&gt;sama ng loob&lt;/strong&gt; ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Sept. 10, 2007. Papasok na ako sa UST. Tumatawid ako sa kalsada upang makapunta sa kabilang lane ng kalsada nang biglang, "Beeeeeppp!!!" isang mamang nakasakay sa scooter ang bumusina sa likod ko at sumigaw na.. "Magpapakamatay ka ba? wag mo kong idamay sa kat******duhan mo!!"... &lt;strong&gt;Sumama ang loob ko&lt;/strong&gt;, wala naman akong ginawang masama o kaya nama'y atraso sa taong to para murahin ako ng ganoon. Masarap din naman siyang sigawan ng "Hoy, tarantado ka din! ang laki laki ng kalsada, sa gilid ka nagpapatakbo. Hwag mo nga akong idamay sa kagaguhang ginagawa mo!" pero hindi dahil &lt;b&gt;mabait akong tao&lt;/b&gt;.. totoo naman di ba? Naisip ko na lang habang naghihintay ng bus, "Tangna, bakit ako ginaganito? wala naman akong ginagawang masama ah... at katarantaduhan na palang tumawid ng kalsada... lintek, mabundol ka sana ng trak dyan...". di pa nagtatapos ang &lt;strong&gt;sama ng loob ko&lt;/strong&gt; sa araw na ito... matapos ng klase, may mga kaibigan akong nagkukwentuhan.. &lt;strong&gt;at kasama ako doon&lt;/strong&gt;... "oy, alam nyo ba... ay, di pala alam ni Ken yun, wag na lang...hahaha"... naisip ko, "ang tagal na nitong nagsasabi na magkukwento sa akin pero ngayon wala pa akong alam... tapos pagmumukhain pa akong tanga sa kwentuhan nila..."... nag &lt;em&gt;walk out&lt;/em&gt; ako dahil sa &lt;strong&gt;sama ng loob&lt;/strong&gt;.. makalipas ang ilang sandali, nagtext siya, "uy ken! asan ka na? bat bigla kang nawala? bukas kukwentuhan kita ng malupit". &lt;strong&gt;lalong sumama ang loob ko&lt;/strong&gt;. isang pangakong palaging napapako... parang gusto kong sabihin sa harap niya na, "Hoy, hwag ka nang magkuwento kung hindi mo naman itutuloy! happy birthday na lang sayo..."... umuwi ako ng bahay na &lt;strong&gt;masamang masama ang loob&lt;/strong&gt;... "Uy, Ken! sasama ka ba? pupunta tayo sa Las Piñas! birthday ng pinsan mo".. naisip ko na dun na lang din gawin ang practice exam ng prof at kumuha ng anti virus para sa PC ko. "Sige, bilisan lang natin, marami akong gagawin"... bibigyan ko kayo ng spoiler... &lt;em&gt;"Masama ulit ang loob ko dahil sa tita at mga pinsan ko, ayoko sa kanila. Hindi ako aasa sa kanila".. &lt;/em&gt;muli, mga pangakong napapako... "I don't deserve this kind of life!" parang gusto kong umiyak. Parang gusto kong sabihin na kailangan ko ng karamay, kailangan ko ng mapaglalabasan ng &lt;strong&gt;sama ng loob&lt;/strong&gt;. Parang gusto kong sabihin na, "Comfort me, PLEASE! *tears*" pero parang walang makikinig...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;color=red&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422912599413453054-5032627026250378378?l=kenhuck521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenhuck521.blogspot.com/feeds/5032627026250378378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5422912599413453054&amp;postID=5032627026250378378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422912599413453054/posts/default/5032627026250378378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422912599413453054/posts/default/5032627026250378378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenhuck521.blogspot.com/2007/09/desilusiones.html' title='&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;Desilusiones&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/u&gt;'/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04451857001999641436</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-5422912599413453054.post-3514349515704598036</id><published>2007-09-09T05:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T11:50:27.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Equivalence: Nothing is Created Equal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;"Maraming taong mahirap pakisamahan kahit pilitin mo. Kadalasan, silang pinipilit mong pakisamahan ang pilit na magbabagsak sayo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422912599413453054-3514349515704598036?l=kenhuck521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenhuck521.blogspot.com/feeds/3514349515704598036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5422912599413453054&amp;postID=3514349515704598036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422912599413453054/posts/default/3514349515704598036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422912599413453054/posts/default/3514349515704598036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenhuck521.blogspot.com/2007/09/equivalence-nothing-is-created-equal.html' title='&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;Equivalence: Nothing is Created Equal.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/u&gt;'/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04451857001999641436</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-5422912599413453054.post-2967241410109239010</id><published>2007-07-26T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T22:26:03.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts Left Unsaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;"I should not have done that." - July 22, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;"Lips are created to tell how you feel. Eyes are created to tell the things how your lips can't. Lips tell stories through words. Eyes tell stories through tears. Yet, why is it that I want to tell something through my eyes but I just cant?" - July 29, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;"Sleep well, sleep well. You have stolen, you have stolen, you have stolen my heart." July 30, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Something tells me that there are things that you must let go and yet I feel something that urges me to continue. What should I do? Should I do what it says or what it feels?" August 2, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Someone told me that everything could be solved through Mathematics. If that is so, then I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt; have known the equation of love a long time ago." August 2, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It takes time, it takes time." August 2, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;"And I hate it when someone backstabs me (who likes to be backstabbed anyway?). I didn't do anything wrong to them still, they oppose me without knowing it. I don't keep grudges to anyone but don't wait for me to show you where I keep all my &lt;i&gt;envidia."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422912599413453054-2967241410109239010?l=kenhuck521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenhuck521.blogspot.com/feeds/2967241410109239010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5422912599413453054&amp;postID=2967241410109239010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422912599413453054/posts/default/2967241410109239010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422912599413453054/posts/default/2967241410109239010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenhuck521.blogspot.com/2007/07/thoughts-left-unsaid.html' title='&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thoughts Left Unsaid&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/u&gt;'/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04451857001999641436</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-5422912599413453054.post-6989044646226763607</id><published>2007-07-03T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T11:51:18.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iris</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;And I'd give up forever to touch you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;'Cause I know that you feel me somehow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;And I don't want to go home right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;And all I can taste is this moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;And all I can breathe is your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;'Cause sooner or later it's over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;I just don't want to miss you tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;Or the moment of truth in your lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;When everything feels like the movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;I just want you to know who I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;I just want you to know who I am...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422912599413453054-6989044646226763607?l=kenhuck521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenhuck521.blogspot.com/feeds/6989044646226763607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5422912599413453054&amp;postID=6989044646226763607' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422912599413453054/posts/default/6989044646226763607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422912599413453054/posts/default/6989044646226763607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenhuck521.blogspot.com/2007/07/iris.html' title='&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;Iris&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/u&gt;'/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04451857001999641436</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422912599413453054.post-2088067743637082892</id><published>2007-07-03T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T11:51:34.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence is a Form of Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Do not bother me..."&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can't you see I'm praying?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&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/5422912599413453054-2088067743637082892?l=kenhuck521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenhuck521.blogspot.com/feeds/2088067743637082892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5422912599413453054&amp;postID=2088067743637082892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422912599413453054/posts/default/2088067743637082892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422912599413453054/posts/default/2088067743637082892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenhuck521.blogspot.com/2007/07/silence-is-form-of-prayer.html' title='&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;Silence is a Form of Prayer&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/u&gt;'/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04451857001999641436</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-5422912599413453054.post-7842926300004423349</id><published>2007-06-27T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T11:51:50.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valence Electron and Analogy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Valence electrons are the electrons contained in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt; the&lt;br /&gt;outermost, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;valence&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;, electron shell of an atom..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Isa ako sa mga ito, hindi dahil isa akong electron.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    3-5 pm. ECE201. Semiconductors. In my point of view, ang mga valence electrons ang sobra sa electron configuration ng isang atom. Sa tingin ko, ganun din ako, hindi nga dahil electron ako!!!! Mahalaga lang ang valence electron kung may kulang na electron ang isa pang atom. Sa tingin ko, ganun din ako... mga pasaway, hindi nga dahil isa akong electron!!! Kung kulang ang isang grupo, ako ang nakikita nilang lagalag na electron. Para akong valence electron na pinakawalan ng isang stable na atom. Nakakalungkot isipin na hindi ako nabibilang sa isang stable na "atom". Sa lahat ng atom na puntahan ko, mukha silang stable, pero pag dumikit na ako sa atom na yun, ayun at bigla silang naging stable. Kung hindi ako nagkakamali, ang mga sobrang electron ang nagiging current sa isang circuit, palipat lipat, walang pupuntahan kundi sa isang negative terminal ng battery... haaay nako....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Valence electrons are important in determining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how an element reacts chemically with other elements"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    On second thought, masaya din maging isang valence electron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Alam mo kung bakit? Dahil nabasa ko yung malaking IMPORTANT sa taas!!! Joke lang... Kung hindi ako naging valence electron, maliit ang mundo ko hanggang ngayon. Iisipin ng mga tao na flexible ako, na hindi naman talaga. Ginagawa ko ang kahit ano kung gusto at kaya ko kaya nagmumukha akong flexible. Sa halos lahat ng "atoms" na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;napuntahan ko, mukha silang hindi stable. Nagiging stable na sila kung nasa kanila na ako, bale ba, sa valence electron nakasalalay ang performance ng buong atom pero ang valence electron din naman ang may hawak ng burden ng atom. Nakakatawa dahil naturingan silang atom eh mas nagmumukha pa silang valence electron, ung mga hindi na kailangang electron sa atom. Kung makakabuo lang ng isang element ang isang valence electron e di sana, nasa periodic table of elements na ako. hahahaha... Hindi sa may pinatatamaan at nagmamayabang ako, ito lang ang nakikita ko sa halos lahat ng instances na isa akong valence electron. Alam mo ba na kaaway ko ang mga alkali metals tulad nila Lithium, Sodium, Potassium, at Rubidium? Alam mo kung bakit? Dahil may valence electron sila na isa, imbes na maghanap pa sila ng pitong electron, pinakakawalan nila yung kawawang electron. Hulaan mo naman kung sino ang best friends ko sa periodic table of elements. Sila yung mga halogens, sila Flourine, Chlorine, at Iodine. Tunog nakakatakot pero hindi naman talaga. Best friends ko sila dahil may valence electron sila na pito, imbes na pakawalan yung pito, naghahanap sila ng isa para maging stable. One time nga ipapakilala kita sa kanila kung isa kang valence electron na nanggaling sa mga halogens... hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Conclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    I therefore conclude that valence electrons are important in determining how an element reacts chemically with other elements... Yun na, kayo na bahala mag analyze ng pinagsasasabi ko....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5422912599413453054-7842926300004423349?l=kenhuck521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenhuck521.blogspot.com/feeds/7842926300004423349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5422912599413453054&amp;postID=7842926300004423349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422912599413453054/posts/default/7842926300004423349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422912599413453054/posts/default/7842926300004423349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenhuck521.blogspot.com/2007/06/valence-electron-and-analogy.html' title='&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;Valence Electron and Analogy&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/u&gt;'/><author><name>Kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04451857001999641436</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-5422912599413453054.post-5339687208320072799</id><published>2007-06-24T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T11:52:03.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;ever would I thought that I will find such&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;asis of my desert, I wouldn't wish for much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;verytime our eyes meet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;essens my fears, my tears, my doubts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;fforts to know her, do you think its easy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;efer other thoughts, to at least make her know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;mbrace to comfort her, I'll do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;ot a day I'll tell her what's not true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;n my heart she'll always be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;maranth it would, and will always be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;isten, it beats fast I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;mpyreal may it be but how I wish it's for real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;ight before my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;verything seems so nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;F&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;orever may not be enough, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;n due time the whole world I'll shout that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;evertheless, I do like her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;evertheless, I may love her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;mpty, that's what I don't want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;ust wait and see, I'll make her fall in love with me&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/5422912599413453054-5339687208320072799?l=kenhuck521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenhuck521.blogspot.com/feeds/5339687208320072799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5422912599413453054&amp;postID=5339687208320072799' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422912599413453054/posts/default/5339687208320072799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422912599413453054/posts/default/5339687208320072799'/><link 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