<?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-7243880643242015734</id><updated>2011-11-21T07:49:00.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the most common yet mysterious topic</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commonyetmysterious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243880643242015734/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commonyetmysterious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Future New Yorker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037047663539496219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF9tX5K4Ny4/Tspy3_yvXTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1Jx8-0IfSD0/s220/Joan.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243880643242015734.post-558594548692576542</id><published>2008-08-11T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T07:28:10.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Go Again..</title><content type='html'>Recently, I've met someone..yey!!! Well, for me he's all that, what I mean by "he's all that" is that he's nice, really funny ( no boring moments), smart but not a nerd or a show-off, good-looking, taller than me and we share common interests, here's the catch though.. I think that he's already taken, well, I'm not sure actually, but from our conversations I think that he is. Another nice thing about him is that he is not player and that he does not treat girls like their toys and play with their feelings,and he is not a flirt. Well, as what they always say, "the best ones are always taken". Nevertheless, I'm just enjoying the moment. It's not like I want a long term relationship with him ( Liar!!!lol), maybe I do, but well anything's fine just as long as it's fun..=P So, here I go again..enjoying the moment..maybe this time God will answer my prayers in terms of my lovelife, but then again I haven't been praying about my lovelife in a long long time. 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padding: 2px; background: rgb(240, 240, 240) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: darkgreen; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 7pt; font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://seodigger.com/favicon.ico" style="vertical-align: middle;" width="12" height="12" /&gt; SD: &lt;a style="color: blue; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 7pt; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;" index="112" type="param" title="Seodigger" href="javascript:{}"&gt;wait...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 1px; cursor: pointer; vertical-align: middle; width: auto;" id="seolinx-tooltip-close" title="close"&gt;&lt;img src="chrome://seoquake/content/skin/close.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243880643242015734-558594548692576542?l=commonyetmysterious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commonyetmysterious.blogspot.com/feeds/558594548692576542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243880643242015734&amp;postID=558594548692576542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243880643242015734/posts/default/558594548692576542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243880643242015734/posts/default/558594548692576542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commonyetmysterious.blogspot.com/2008/08/here-i-go-again.html' title='Here I Go Again..'/><author><name>Future New Yorker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037047663539496219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF9tX5K4Ny4/Tspy3_yvXTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1Jx8-0IfSD0/s220/Joan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243880643242015734.post-9081945172819251551</id><published>2008-05-24T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T01:17:12.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is Over</title><content type='html'>Summer is almost over.Actually for me,  summer was over when I parted ways with a friend. Not necessarily goodbye but more like "until we meet again".. Summer will always be special for me. Sandy white beaches, cold spring pools and endless walk will always remind me of my friend. Sometimes, I often wondered if my summer will always be that way. I'm guessing that it will not be. Since, nothing is constant and changes must always happen whether we like it or not. What I could do is simply live with that and just enjoy the moment. There are times when I could not help myself but hope and dream for more than a summer thing but then I always stop before it gets too far and I hurt myself. Summer will always be summer for me. Thank you for that. Before I met my friend, summer was like a never-ending winter for me. Then my friend came along and ever since that day, the sun melted the snow and gave me summer over that winter season. I will always be greatful for that. I have learned things from my friend and I will cherish that. To my friend, saying thank you is never enough, nevertheless, thank you for making me laugh, for listening to my never ending babbles, for sharing your life, for sharing your friendship and most of all, thank you for giving me a summer to remember..&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243880643242015734-9081945172819251551?l=commonyetmysterious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commonyetmysterious.blogspot.com/feeds/9081945172819251551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243880643242015734&amp;postID=9081945172819251551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243880643242015734/posts/default/9081945172819251551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243880643242015734/posts/default/9081945172819251551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commonyetmysterious.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer-is-over.html' title='Summer is Over'/><author><name>Future New Yorker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037047663539496219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF9tX5K4Ny4/Tspy3_yvXTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1Jx8-0IfSD0/s220/Joan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243880643242015734.post-7476976732971009537</id><published>2008-04-30T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T11:38:33.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unboggled Mind</title><content type='html'>There are things in life that I find puzzling. Most of the time, I just want to unboggle my mind. When I say unboggle, it means to remove the complications or to simply solve the puzzle. In other words, the opposite of puzzled mind. The past few days were just confusing. many questions have formed and are still unanswered. I do not like the feeling of having unanswered questions. When do you know if someone is telling you the truth? How will you know if your friendship is genuine? HOW?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243880643242015734-7476976732971009537?l=commonyetmysterious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commonyetmysterious.blogspot.com/feeds/7476976732971009537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243880643242015734&amp;postID=7476976732971009537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243880643242015734/posts/default/7476976732971009537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243880643242015734/posts/default/7476976732971009537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commonyetmysterious.blogspot.com/2008/04/unboggled-mind.html' title='Unboggled Mind'/><author><name>Future New Yorker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037047663539496219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF9tX5K4Ny4/Tspy3_yvXTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1Jx8-0IfSD0/s220/Joan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243880643242015734.post-2164587911639626378</id><published>2008-04-18T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T09:01:07.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter to Heaven..</title><content type='html'>Dear Papa,&lt;br /&gt;        Hi, how are you doing up there? Today is the exact date when you left us. Do you still remember that day? It was forever etched in my memories. I was sleeping beside you and mama told me not to sleep there because I might disturb you. Still, I fell asleep ( you know how it is with me and my sleeping habit) then I woke up, because to my surprise you were stroking my hair which is really surprising since you cannot barely lift your hand, but there you were stroking my hair without an effort, and though you were heavily drugged for you not to feel any pain, you were looking straight at me, then after a few minutes you were taking your last breath here on the earthly plains, after that you were gone..I could not remember what I told you then, however did you hear what I said back then? I hope you did. I still miss you, all of us misses you. Until then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                          Your loving daughter,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                           Joan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243880643242015734-2164587911639626378?l=commonyetmysterious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commonyetmysterious.blogspot.com/feeds/2164587911639626378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243880643242015734&amp;postID=2164587911639626378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243880643242015734/posts/default/2164587911639626378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243880643242015734/posts/default/2164587911639626378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commonyetmysterious.blogspot.com/2008/04/letter-to-heaven.html' title='A Letter to Heaven..'/><author><name>Future New Yorker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037047663539496219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF9tX5K4Ny4/Tspy3_yvXTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1Jx8-0IfSD0/s220/Joan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243880643242015734.post-4923803646778941039</id><published>2008-03-16T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T03:38:01.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I knew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UqUytxjcPCg/R9z4O6iEYpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/6y9LTSM6UL8/s1600-h/1_708167033l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UqUytxjcPCg/R9z4O6iEYpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/6y9LTSM6UL8/s320/1_708167033l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178286606683234962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment of time, this is how I really feel, waiting for the unknown.. I'm not sure if I want to love again..in reality I want to be loved again, who wouldn't. Right? However, love is a give and take relationship and if I want to be loved again that means I have to learn to love again and for know I'm not sure if could do that just yet. The last time that I did, well it didn't quite worked out as planned and I have not learned how to handle just yet of being left for another, that is why I don't want to venture into that unknown land again. Selfish, I know but, self preservation is the key to my survival. I have many plans, but I found out that when it comes to this thing, you simply can't plan, because this just happen. That is why I'm kind of careful with the guys that I meet. Some of them, I like and there are those guys who I just wanted them to be my friends.  As I've said , i don't know what I am waiting for, so until now I am still waiting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243880643242015734-4923803646778941039?l=commonyetmysterious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://commonyetmysterious.blogspot.com/feeds/4923803646778941039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243880643242015734&amp;postID=4923803646778941039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243880643242015734/posts/default/4923803646778941039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243880643242015734/posts/default/4923803646778941039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://commonyetmysterious.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-wish-i-knew.html' title='I wish I knew'/><author><name>Future New Yorker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037047663539496219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF9tX5K4Ny4/Tspy3_yvXTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1Jx8-0IfSD0/s220/Joan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UqUytxjcPCg/R9z4O6iEYpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/6y9LTSM6UL8/s72-c/1_708167033l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
