<?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-11795766</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:50:01.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rident stolidi verba Latina</title><subtitle type='html'>Words are but a reflection of my mind's eye...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miguel Cervantes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527866354224629472</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>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11795766.post-115068286755991642</id><published>2006-06-19T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T10:07:47.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore</title><content type='html'>What’s the best thing about traveling? Is it the sights you see? The people you meet? For me it’s the totality of the experience. It’s not what you do, but how you do it that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flight to Singapore, one of the things I’ve notice that I never did before was the simple awe that struck me when I saw the clouds. Imagine tufts of cotton with light seemingly emanating from within. I know that the radiance of the clouds is caused by the suns reflections. However, the beauty of the clouds from that vantage point was just majestic. It was as if a bomb was set off and time was set a stand still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolling mounds of pure white only defaced by its own shadows with the radiance of the heavens pouring forth from its very core. As far as my eye could see, just mountains of pure white as if God has given us a glimpse of heaven. Though these reflections of simple perfection seem to solidify grace and beauty, we pass through it with no evidence of disturbance. It was as if perfection can never be touched by us mere humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This epiphany of beauty transcends all the beauty that has graced my presence with my feet on the ground. Flying is a high on its own. To reflect on such beauty and serenity leaves one with a sense of peace and tranquility as the plane passes hill by hill of subtle perfection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has been the most memorable part of this trip been thus far? The trip getting to my destination. Like I said, it’s not about the people you meet or the things you do. It’s the way you experience things that matter. The best thing about it was the mere simplicity of enjoying what is around us. Somehow, the most mundane act of looking out the window can throw into action a world of possibilities. Let your imagination take the trip with you and I guarantee a lifetime of memories that are like no other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still in Singapore as I write this and it seems that this trip has yet to show me what else lies in wait. You can’t help but wonder what other beauties lie beyond our reach. This is the question that hangs me by the seat of my chair yet leaves me smiling knowing that I have just experienced a small sliver of such blissful perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else lies in wait? I can only hope to see more things that inspire such intrepid eloquence. All along I thought that my muse for my recent diatribe of emotions would be by way of a woman. Oh how wrong I have been. There really is more to this life than what we give it credit for. Whatever that may be is up to each of us to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11795766-115068286755991642?l=miguel3082.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/feeds/115068286755991642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11795766&amp;postID=115068286755991642&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/115068286755991642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/115068286755991642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/2006/06/singapore.html' title='Singapore'/><author><name>Miguel Cervantes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527866354224629472</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-11795766.post-114948937119813076</id><published>2006-06-05T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T14:36:11.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia</title><content type='html'>I wait in anticipation as we land, away from the window without any clue. My surroundings remain anonymous to my senses.  I grab my bag and walk down the ramp. Finding my way to immigration, I am greeted by a grumpy Malaysian. Not that I wouldn’t be either. Its 1030 in the evening and I’m still at work, I’d surely be grumpy as well. Finally I make my way out the airport. Like any inexperienced tourist I find myself at a loss for actions. The taxis seemed to be taking a queue. I inquire my way around and finally get into a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I’m on my way to the hotel. The roads look pretty much like a collage of Metro Manila. One minute I’m in Commonwealth, the next in the districts of Binondo and then in the suburbs of Alabang. All these places holding their own taste of home in bits and pieces within a 20 minute span.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah, my hotel at last. I check in and go up to my room. For the first time, I have a hotel room all to my own. However, unlike my previous trips abroad, I don’t have my dad’s wallet to keep me alive. So this time around, I have to be a tad more frugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize how much the flight to Malaysia has worn me out and my body clamors for some rest. But to my delight I find out that I’m on a smoking floor! Woo – pee – doo! I can smoke! Haha! I finally get myself to bed after a very relaxing warm dip in the bathtub. This bathtub thing has turned into quite a ritual every time I travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep calls to me, hence I answer. Oh wait, i need to wake up early the next day. A quick call to the concierge assures me that I will wake up on time for an early start the next day. A quick smoke and slumber takes over soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;730 AM. The phone rings just on time for my wake up call. I do my morning thing and start to get ready. This is when I realize the biggest mistake I’ve made thus far. I didn’t bring a belt for my formal clothes. Good thing my shirt was red so the belt kinda matched. Although the belt was meant for casual and not formal wear. But nonetheless, I wear it and make my way out of the hotel. Outside I’m greeted by the Malaysian sun. I breathe in and smile at the prospect of  a new day in different country. But first things first, I need my breakfast. Unfortunately, not much choicess lie in wait around the hotel. I end up eating in some Indian diner. BIG EFFIN MISTAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just so happens that Indians don’t just look dirty, some of them really are. Have they even heard of the concept of hygiene?? I mean who serves you a hard boiled egg with their bare hands? Damn. Good thing the curry was pretty good. So much for my first meal. At the back of my head, I feared only one thing. That my breakfast will agree with my stomach long enough for me to get back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I board a taxi and make my way to my training. Turns out I was half an hour early. First impressions last. Finally some of the other FAE’s from different distributors arrive, including my Malaysian counterpart in Ultro. To my big surprise, I realize I forgot one more thing. In all my excitement to leave, I had forgotten to bring a universal adapter for the laptop, my phone and iPOD charger. ARG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I survive my training and end it with a fucked up presentation of a demo board that I hurriedly made a day before I left. Shit happens I guess. I finish what I came to do and make my way out. Need to go to the bank and get more money for tomorrow’s check out. I walk for 20 minutes in one direction until I finally land a taxi. I get on and find a bank. HSBC comes into view and I get out. I smile even more as I see that they have the Cirrus / Maestro icons that I very much needed to get my money. I do my thing and proceed. Then as if things can’t go wrong, well, it did. Turns out the money deposited into my account was deposited as a check. Meaning, I needed 3 days for that fucking check to clear. Godammit. I make some calls back home to find a way to pay for my hotel. We figure something out and hope for the best tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I catch another taxi and find my way back into the hotel. I take a breather and watch a little TV and finally get myself back into the tub for another relaxing dip. After which I go back down and look for something to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only beef with Malaysia? I can’t fucking understand their menus! I eventually end up in another Indian diner after walking around for half an hour. And guess what?? The fucking Bombay picked up the chicken I pointed out with hi bare hands. Clap for Mico the genius. I eat anyway, pay and go back to the hotel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah, finally some more rest. I watch a little TV, do a little accounting of all my expenditures and here I am typing this in sheer boredom. If you ask me how the TV programming here is, well let me put it this way. Would I be writing this if it were any good?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11795766-114948937119813076?l=miguel3082.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/feeds/114948937119813076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11795766&amp;postID=114948937119813076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/114948937119813076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/114948937119813076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/2006/06/malaysia.html' title='Malaysia'/><author><name>Miguel Cervantes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527866354224629472</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-11795766.post-113982979399468022</id><published>2006-02-13T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T19:23:14.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time Again</title><content type='html'>To close my eyes with such sweet memories, &lt;br /&gt;Sweet torture it brings as I bask in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts run through me in a quick yet lingering stage&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else would seem to matter in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An absence that cuts deeper than any knife I know&lt;br /&gt;A longing that only you can appease.&lt;br /&gt;I try in vain to steer my mind clear,&lt;br /&gt;all is in naught as you conquer my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As everything else that is you floods in,&lt;br /&gt;I feel what I used to feel for the first time again.&lt;br /&gt;I realize that this is nothing new to me,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I have forgotten how it used to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bitter sweet irony of it all keeps fear and joy close.&lt;br /&gt;The uncertainty of where I stand looms above.&lt;br /&gt;But in the midst of all the confusion,&lt;br /&gt;I smile at the thought of what could be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be falling all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11795766-113982979399468022?l=miguel3082.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/feeds/113982979399468022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11795766&amp;postID=113982979399468022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/113982979399468022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/113982979399468022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/2006/02/first-time-again.html' title='First Time Again'/><author><name>Miguel Cervantes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527866354224629472</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-11795766.post-113737043561101592</id><published>2006-01-16T07:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T18:28:08.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morbid Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.lycaeum.org/graphics/art/blotter/death.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadows move along my walls, &lt;br /&gt;A gentle breeze sways movement from outside. &lt;br /&gt;A glint of moonlight that catches my attention.&lt;br /&gt;I turn over catching that which i need most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand thoughts run through a tired mind&lt;br /&gt;A million reasons that keep me awake.&lt;br /&gt;I bury my head under the sheets.&lt;br /&gt;But my attempts prove to be futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep escapes me tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind racing but my body can't keep up.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, my mind fades into a subconsious lull.&lt;br /&gt;I drift into a most needed slumber.&lt;br /&gt;But my mind has not finished its tribulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivid images flash through, plunging my very psyche.&lt;br /&gt;3AM, Message recieved...&lt;br /&gt;Death on a most unholy hour.&lt;br /&gt;Name plays over and over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A burning light from behind hinders my deprived eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Still tight from the lack of sleep they struggle.&lt;br /&gt;A bright orange luminiscence keeps my vision blurred.&lt;br /&gt;Then darkness once again and I weep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mumble a name as if to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;A glint of that a familiar orange light reappears.&lt;br /&gt;Sadness seeps in deeper still.&lt;br /&gt;And I wake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I check my phone.&lt;br /&gt;No remnants of the memories that passed.&lt;br /&gt;A dream. Just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;A warning? Could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night, I dreamt of death.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I live a life with a warning of death...&lt;br /&gt;But not of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rosalindwhitman.com/images/The-Death-of-Heathcliff.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11795766-113737043561101592?l=miguel3082.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/feeds/113737043561101592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11795766&amp;postID=113737043561101592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/113737043561101592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/113737043561101592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/2006/01/morbid-dreams.html' title='Morbid Dreams'/><author><name>Miguel Cervantes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527866354224629472</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-11795766.post-113647943280723057</id><published>2006-01-06T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T00:43:52.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockstar by Nickelback</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://aerialcaravan.com/images/ROCKSTAR_LOGO.jpg" width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m through with standing in line &lt;br /&gt;to clubs we’ll never get in&lt;br /&gt;It’s like the bottom of the ninth &lt;br /&gt;and I’m never gonna win&lt;br /&gt;This life hasn’t turned out &lt;br /&gt;quite the way I want it to be&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I want a brand new house &lt;br /&gt;on an episode of Cribs&lt;br /&gt;And a bathroom I can play baseball in&lt;br /&gt;And a king size tub big enough &lt;br /&gt;for ten plus me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I’ll need a credit card that’s got no limit&lt;br /&gt;And a big black jet with a bedroom in it&lt;br /&gt;Gonna join the mile high club &lt;br /&gt;At thirty-seven thousand feet&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I want a new tour bus full of old guitars&lt;br /&gt;My own star on Hollywood Boulevard&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between Cher and &lt;br /&gt;James Dean is fine for me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna trade this life for fortune and fame&lt;br /&gt;I’d even cut my hair and change my name&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;‘Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars&lt;br /&gt;And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars&lt;br /&gt;The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap&lt;br /&gt;We’ll all stay skinny ‘cause we just won’t eat&lt;br /&gt;And we’ll hang out in the coolest bars&lt;br /&gt;In the VIP with the movie stars&lt;br /&gt;Every good gold digger’s &lt;br /&gt;Gonna wind up there&lt;br /&gt;Every Playboy bunny &lt;br /&gt;With her bleach blond hair&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels&lt;br /&gt;Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes&lt;br /&gt;Sign a couple autographs &lt;br /&gt;So I can eat my meals for free&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I think I’m gonna dress my ass &lt;br /&gt;with the latest fashion&lt;br /&gt;Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion&lt;br /&gt;Gonna date a centerfold that loves to &lt;br /&gt;blow my money for me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna trade this life &lt;br /&gt;For fortune and fame&lt;br /&gt;I’d even cut my hair &lt;br /&gt;And change my name&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;‘Cause we all just &lt;br /&gt;wanna be big rockstars&lt;br /&gt;And live in hilltop houses &lt;br /&gt;driving fifteen cars&lt;br /&gt;The girls come easy and &lt;br /&gt;the drugs come cheap&lt;br /&gt;We’ll all stay skinny &lt;br /&gt;‘cause we just won’t eat&lt;br /&gt;And we’ll hang out in the coolest bars&lt;br /&gt;In the VIP with the movie stars&lt;br /&gt;Every good gold digger’s &lt;br /&gt;gonna wind up there&lt;br /&gt;Every Playboy bunny &lt;br /&gt;with her bleach blond hair&lt;br /&gt;And we’ll hide out in the private rooms&lt;br /&gt;With the latest dictionary and &lt;br /&gt;today’s who’s who&lt;br /&gt;They’ll get you anything &lt;br /&gt;with that evil smile&lt;br /&gt;Everybody’s got a &lt;br /&gt;drug dealer on speed dial&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna sing those songs &lt;br /&gt;that offend the censors&lt;br /&gt;Gonna pop my pills &lt;br /&gt;from a pez dispenser&lt;br /&gt;When they ask why I drink all day &lt;br /&gt;I’ll say because I can&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I’ll get washed-up singers writing all my songs&lt;br /&gt;Lip sync em every night so I don’t get ‘em wrong&lt;br /&gt;Then listen to the fans tell me how damn good I am&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna trade this life for fortune and fame&lt;br /&gt;I’d even cut my hair and change my name&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars&lt;br /&gt;And live in hillltop houses driving fifteen cars&lt;br /&gt;The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap&lt;br /&gt;We’ll all stay skinny ‘cause we just won’t eat&lt;br /&gt;And we’ll hang out in the coolest bars&lt;br /&gt;In the VIP with the movie stars&lt;br /&gt;Every good gold digger’s gonna wind up there&lt;br /&gt;Every playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair&lt;br /&gt;And we’ll hide out in the private rooms&lt;br /&gt;With the latest dictionary and today’s who’s who&lt;br /&gt;They’ll get you anything with that evil smile&lt;br /&gt;Everybody’s got a drug dealer on speed dial&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11795766-113647943280723057?l=miguel3082.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/feeds/113647943280723057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11795766&amp;postID=113647943280723057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/113647943280723057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/113647943280723057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/2006/01/rockstar-by-nickelback.html' title='Rockstar by Nickelback'/><author><name>Miguel Cervantes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527866354224629472</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-11795766.post-113633909336560998</id><published>2006-01-04T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T09:44:53.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Start...</title><content type='html'>Hmmm... 2006 has rolled in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to be thankful for in 2005:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- being an engineer&lt;br /&gt;- passing the board exam&lt;br /&gt;- graduating&lt;br /&gt;- getting a new car&lt;br /&gt;- being able to teach in my alma mater&lt;br /&gt;- still having my high school friends&lt;br /&gt;- having a loving family&lt;br /&gt;- having the luxury of buying at least some of the things i want&lt;br /&gt;- always having food on the table&lt;br /&gt;- being able to play poker with my friends&lt;br /&gt;- being able to stay connected with the friends i forgot i had&lt;br /&gt;- not having to live a day wondering how to survive&lt;br /&gt;- still being able to be man enough to say sorry to my mom after a big fight&lt;br /&gt;- having my loving parents proud of me&lt;br /&gt;- having my parents&lt;br /&gt;- and last but not least, simply being alive and well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to change (or at least try to... hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- cut down smoking&lt;br /&gt;- not to stay up late all the damn time&lt;br /&gt;- leave procrastination in the past&lt;br /&gt;- be patient&lt;br /&gt;- be more frugal with my money&lt;br /&gt;- not to be so elitist &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 here i come... hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11795766-113633909336560998?l=miguel3082.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/feeds/113633909336560998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11795766&amp;postID=113633909336560998&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/113633909336560998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/113633909336560998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year-new-start.html' title='New Year, New Start...'/><author><name>Miguel Cervantes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527866354224629472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11795766.post-113197047475430554</id><published>2005-11-14T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T20:20:36.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engineer Mico</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! After 6 months of intense studying I finally passed the board!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may now acknowledge me as Engr. Mico.... hehehehe!! What a relief! whew!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11795766-113197047475430554?l=miguel3082.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/feeds/113197047475430554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11795766&amp;postID=113197047475430554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/113197047475430554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/113197047475430554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/2005/11/engineer-mico.html' title='Engineer Mico'/><author><name>Miguel Cervantes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527866354224629472</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-11795766.post-112972323100609150</id><published>2005-10-19T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T20:00:31.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish Me Luck!</title><content type='html'>Board Exams are coming up... November 5 &amp; 6... despite having been studying for a good 2 months now, i still feel like i have a lot to re-learn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is the biggest reason why I have not posted any new material. If i did, it would probably be formulas from all the topics I have been reviewing... hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess my parting words for now would be, until my exams are over, this blog would remain stagnant. But pls do read my previous posts if you are a newbie...Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish Me Luck... I hope i do well this November...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11795766-112972323100609150?l=miguel3082.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/feeds/112972323100609150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11795766&amp;postID=112972323100609150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/112972323100609150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/112972323100609150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/2005/10/wish-me-luck.html' title='Wish Me Luck!'/><author><name>Miguel Cervantes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527866354224629472</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-11795766.post-112375239894433087</id><published>2005-08-11T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T17:26:38.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whisper</title><content type='html'>A hush of a whisper pierces the silence&lt;br /&gt;Feel the blood rush into your face...&lt;br /&gt;A sensory overload invades the calm,&lt;br /&gt;As if electricity hung on to air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stares reach nothing else but limpid pools,&lt;br /&gt;Trying all but looking away, you realize...&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in a bliss of dreams&lt;br /&gt;Seeking no escape from such sweet rapture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A jolt back to reality hits with adamant clarity,&lt;br /&gt;but nothing will ever change that effervescent moment.&lt;br /&gt;Where a mere whisper becomes a resonant memory.&lt;br /&gt;But we all know its not the whisper that matters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what was whispered...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11795766-112375239894433087?l=miguel3082.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/feeds/112375239894433087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11795766&amp;postID=112375239894433087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/112375239894433087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/112375239894433087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/2005/08/whisper.html' title='Whisper'/><author><name>Miguel Cervantes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527866354224629472</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-11795766.post-112265070405384155</id><published>2005-07-29T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T23:25:04.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>Do you dream like I do?&lt;br /&gt;Wide awake driving down a road&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly aware yet your mind lingers.&lt;br /&gt;The gas revs up unnoticed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cars pass me just like the thoughts that flutter by.&lt;br /&gt;Images that change like the tides.&lt;br /&gt;Awake yet away at the same time…&lt;br /&gt;Can you dream like I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes are open yet you see something else.&lt;br /&gt;Stop light changes from red to green…&lt;br /&gt;Instinct kicks in without me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;I realize I let my mind wander again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you dream like I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y100/blue_raver19/raysofreflection.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11795766-112265070405384155?l=miguel3082.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/feeds/112265070405384155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11795766&amp;postID=112265070405384155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/112265070405384155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/112265070405384155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/2005/07/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Miguel Cervantes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527866354224629472</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-11795766.post-112229650908037451</id><published>2005-07-25T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T21:25:35.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Captured</title><content type='html'>I steal a glance as you sit beside me,&lt;br /&gt;In all your radiant glow I feel nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your soothing voice is all I care to hear.&lt;br /&gt;A glimpse of a smile is all that it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, in a moment of clarity,&lt;br /&gt;All that I want and need sits right beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing is all I can do as my mind races.&lt;br /&gt;A million thoughts but capturing none…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words escape your lips as it simply ravages me.&lt;br /&gt;Once again you ensnare me in the rapture of your presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all but a boy, withered by such beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Lost in your eyes, simply wishing you were mine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11795766-112229650908037451?l=miguel3082.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/feeds/112229650908037451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11795766&amp;postID=112229650908037451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/112229650908037451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/112229650908037451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/2005/07/captured.html' title='Captured'/><author><name>Miguel Cervantes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527866354224629472</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-11795766.post-112186946393575984</id><published>2005-07-20T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T22:24:23.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Despair</title><content type='html'>A silent tear runs down,&lt;br /&gt;As I see you walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile becomes a frown,&lt;br /&gt;‘coz I know you won’t stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart grows heavy,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking you’d never see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sobs grow steady,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing we will never be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y100/blue_raver19/Inoctober.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11795766-112186946393575984?l=miguel3082.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/feeds/112186946393575984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11795766&amp;postID=112186946393575984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/112186946393575984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/112186946393575984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/2005/07/despair.html' title='Despair'/><author><name>Miguel Cervantes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527866354224629472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11795766.post-112186900096883469</id><published>2005-07-20T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T22:16:40.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y100/blue_raver19/Equilibrium.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late at night I lie alone,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking as I watch the stars.&lt;br /&gt;In my mind I see you smile,&lt;br /&gt;And my heart jumps a little too far.&lt;br /&gt;I long for the warmth that you bring&lt;br /&gt;I long for just a glimpse of you.&lt;br /&gt;And just a glance of you smiling back&lt;br /&gt;Gets me thinking that it might be you.&lt;br /&gt;As I close my eyes, I find myself dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing that this were true.&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew the truth…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I was falling for you…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11795766-112186900096883469?l=miguel3082.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/feeds/112186900096883469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11795766&amp;postID=112186900096883469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/112186900096883469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/112186900096883469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/2005/07/falling.html' title='Falling'/><author><name>Miguel Cervantes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527866354224629472</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-11795766.post-111798799410042466</id><published>2005-06-06T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T21:14:12.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss</title><content type='html'>Withering the silence with fumbling words,&lt;br /&gt;If only to break the uncomfortable wall.&lt;br /&gt;Finding nothing else in all your senses,&lt;br /&gt;With numbing logic, reasoning falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incumbent dreams that taint the truth,&lt;br /&gt;Eternity clings on each second passed.&lt;br /&gt;Incoherent words that form a sentence,&lt;br /&gt;Fear then feeds on such sweet repast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweaty palms invade the calmness,&lt;br /&gt;Revoking peace, a heart beats faster.&lt;br /&gt;In all the mental anguish sweet sorrow brings,&lt;br /&gt;You find all reason that your mind can muster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An admirable boldness moves your hand,&lt;br /&gt;Anticipation sending a flurry through your head.&lt;br /&gt;And in a second, her silky touch pokes through.&lt;br /&gt;Nerves run wild, an inhibition dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stolen moment in the bliss of time,&lt;br /&gt;The world slows down and fades away.&lt;br /&gt;Undulating hearts that beat in tune,&lt;br /&gt;Their lips give meaning to what words can’t say…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11795766-111798799410042466?l=miguel3082.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/feeds/111798799410042466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11795766&amp;postID=111798799410042466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111798799410042466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111798799410042466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/2005/06/kiss.html' title='Kiss'/><author><name>Miguel Cervantes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527866354224629472</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-11795766.post-111648188990776952</id><published>2005-05-19T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T13:51:29.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unspoken</title><content type='html'>I think it’s obvious to everyone else but you,&lt;br /&gt;Making it harder to let u know of what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Even as I allow myself to get mesmerized in your gaze,&lt;br /&gt;Still I find no solitude, &lt;br /&gt;as all that I am yearns nothing else but to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To speak in words where no words have gone,&lt;br /&gt;A language spoken in simple silence.&lt;br /&gt;And yet as I try to break away from my stupor,&lt;br /&gt;I’m left utterly dumbstruck &lt;br /&gt;For in your eyes, I’m simply lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose all control and fall into a downward spiral.&lt;br /&gt;All poise and grace thrown out the window.&lt;br /&gt;But even amidst the chaos, I remain stoic.&lt;br /&gt;I hide not only the confusion in me,&lt;br /&gt;But I hide my truest desire…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know and all that I am point to one singular fact&lt;br /&gt;That somehow someway, whenever however&lt;br /&gt;I would want nothing else more, &lt;br /&gt;Than to experience life with you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else seems so clear as that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11795766-111648188990776952?l=miguel3082.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/feeds/111648188990776952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11795766&amp;postID=111648188990776952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111648188990776952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111648188990776952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/2005/05/unspoken.html' title='Unspoken'/><author><name>Miguel Cervantes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527866354224629472</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-11795766.post-111519043715517710</id><published>2005-05-04T14:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T15:26:28.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>Days of woe and grief go by,&lt;br /&gt;Wreaking havoc as people die.&lt;br /&gt;Tainted blood shed for thirst,&lt;br /&gt;Twisted souls led to darkness first.&lt;br /&gt;Clamors of pain pierce the night,&lt;br /&gt;As hell releases all its might.&lt;br /&gt;Tears unseen wept to bleed,&lt;br /&gt;Soon the dark would lack in need.&lt;br /&gt;Masks of deceit worn to seek truth,&lt;br /&gt;Ends of darkness, false lies will soothe&lt;br /&gt;The mind is hungry for truth, the heart for love&lt;br /&gt;Winds of change thus frees the dove…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y100/blue_raver19/Image446.jpg" height=200 width=150 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11795766-111519043715517710?l=miguel3082.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/feeds/111519043715517710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11795766&amp;postID=111519043715517710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111519043715517710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111519043715517710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/2005/05/change_04.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Miguel Cervantes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527866354224629472</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-11795766.post-111518923544635155</id><published>2005-05-04T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T14:47:15.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Release</title><content type='html'>Her eyes weakened by age,&lt;br /&gt;Her health slowly waning away.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing no more than shadows,&lt;br /&gt;We fear of losing her day after day.&lt;br /&gt;She moans in agony,&lt;br /&gt;To try to soothe the pain&lt;br /&gt;But to no avail, she suffers tacitly&lt;br /&gt;Our pity in vain&lt;br /&gt;Sleep becomes a friend in this painful world&lt;br /&gt;As consciousness brings all of hell unfurled.&lt;br /&gt;No more do we wish that she bounce back&lt;br /&gt;In this pitiful state where peace she lacks.&lt;br /&gt;Now death looms while we wait,&lt;br /&gt;In hope for her peace.&lt;br /&gt;No longer a loss of life,&lt;br /&gt;But from pain, it is a release…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is dedicated to my grandmother who died several years back. May her soul be at peace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11795766-111518923544635155?l=miguel3082.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/feeds/111518923544635155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11795766&amp;postID=111518923544635155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111518923544635155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111518923544635155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/2005/05/release.html' title='Release'/><author><name>Miguel Cervantes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527866354224629472</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-11795766.post-111501094758343790</id><published>2005-05-02T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T13:15:47.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Whole Nine Yards</title><content type='html'>(D – Dsus – Cadd – G)&lt;br /&gt;The confusion sets, the sun goes down.&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes, and turn that frown.&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand and hold it tight.&lt;br /&gt;Just walk with me, don’t lose sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m with you, all is clear.&lt;br /&gt;All things else would disappear.&lt;br /&gt;And in your arms, time goes slow.&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes, then just let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: (Bm – A – G – A)&lt;br /&gt;The whole nine yards of falling in love&lt;br /&gt;A place of bliss, that’s where I’m bound&lt;br /&gt;There’s something else in the way that you are.&lt;br /&gt;It’s the way I am when you are around.&lt;br /&gt;I lose myself as I stare in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I pull away from this feeling I’ve found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk on a path that keeps me alone.&lt;br /&gt;Can’t let go of this pain that I own.&lt;br /&gt;I raise my head and nod to the stars.&lt;br /&gt;I bend back down you’re just too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice and I turn to see&lt;br /&gt;As the moon shines down, you smile at me.&lt;br /&gt;I feel your touch, the soft in your skin.&lt;br /&gt;The smell of your hair, and I’m pulled in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help but say what’s true.&lt;br /&gt;The facts say; I love you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y100/blue_raver19/Strangeness.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo by Jenna Genio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11795766-111501094758343790?l=miguel3082.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/feeds/111501094758343790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11795766&amp;postID=111501094758343790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111501094758343790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111501094758343790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/2005/05/whole-nine-yards.html' title='The Whole Nine Yards'/><author><name>Miguel Cervantes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527866354224629472</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-11795766.post-111483859984208963</id><published>2005-04-30T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T13:23:19.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait</title><content type='html'>Some things just never change.&lt;br /&gt;Lessons learned from past mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Hound me like there’s no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stop myself when I know I’m falling…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inevitable will happen…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hold back for I can’t give in.&lt;br /&gt;This feeling I have I can’t reveal.&lt;br /&gt;The intensity of it all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, someway the time would come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time when you find out what I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;But for now I keep my distance.&lt;br /&gt;Your heart still belongs to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is wait, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you already have mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y100/blue_raver19/Threesome.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo by Jenna Genio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11795766-111483859984208963?l=miguel3082.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/feeds/111483859984208963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11795766&amp;postID=111483859984208963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111483859984208963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111483859984208963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/2005/04/wait.html' title='Wait'/><author><name>Miguel Cervantes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527866354224629472</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-11795766.post-111483712415513648</id><published>2005-04-30T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T12:58:44.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shades of Pontius Pilate</title><content type='html'>You wash your hands of what you did wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Claiming no responsibility for what I see as a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt you will ever begin to understand&lt;br /&gt;What you’ve done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, you claim you do…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re biggest failure is not in knowing what’s wrong,&lt;br /&gt;But rather in not doing anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I ask myself why I bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe coz I cared.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;You’ve lost the best thing you had,&lt;br /&gt;And you still don’t get it.&lt;br /&gt;You may never realize what you just lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your problem, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve sacrificed enough to show you what I had.&lt;br /&gt;Your biggest fear is ending up with the wrong person.&lt;br /&gt;That fear has crippled you.&lt;br /&gt;So now I turn the tables…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s my turn to wash my hands…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash them of you…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11795766-111483712415513648?l=miguel3082.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/feeds/111483712415513648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11795766&amp;postID=111483712415513648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111483712415513648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111483712415513648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/2005/04/shades-of-pontius-pilate.html' title='Shades of Pontius Pilate'/><author><name>Miguel Cervantes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527866354224629472</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-11795766.post-111311759098864408</id><published>2005-04-10T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T16:04:54.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="600" height="700"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="fear.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y100/blue_raver19/fear.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo by Jenna Genio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11795766-111311759098864408?l=miguel3082.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/feeds/111311759098864408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11795766&amp;postID=111311759098864408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111311759098864408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111311759098864408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/2005/04/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Miguel Cervantes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527866354224629472</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-11795766.post-111311428869913118</id><published>2005-04-10T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T14:24:48.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Feelings of sorrow mixed with that of joy,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unknown to us, Satan’s evil ploy.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Deep regrets and scars of pain,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A loveless life will drive you insane.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What to do or what to feel,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;None of this ever seems real.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unwanted memories still framed in my mind, &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Untouched through good health and good times.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rejection remains unforgotten nor forgiven,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sears a wound common among men.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Relinquish the pain and relive the love,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unlock the chains and free the dove.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Forgive and forget that’s the way it is…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;The road to forgiveness, starts with a kiss…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y100/blue_raver19/Wooden_Twiddles.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo by Jenna Genio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11795766-111311428869913118?l=miguel3082.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/feeds/111311428869913118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11795766&amp;postID=111311428869913118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111311428869913118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111311428869913118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/2005/04/forgive.html' title='Forgive'/><author><name>Miguel Cervantes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527866354224629472</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-11795766.post-111250810054825448</id><published>2005-04-03T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T14:56:40.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saviour</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Words without meaning pour on a world of bliss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;While silent winds blow around a painful memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Blood from calm wounds flow with a screaming hiss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Despite blistering a fresh scar with no apology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Forever will tears flow down from one forlorn, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Leaving stained faces filled with guilt and sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Never shall we be blessed with the one reborn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Whilst standing on soil that was once borrowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y100/blue_raver19/And_His_Shadow.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo by Jenna Genio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11795766-111250810054825448?l=miguel3082.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/feeds/111250810054825448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11795766&amp;postID=111250810054825448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111250810054825448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111250810054825448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/2005/04/saviour.html' title='Saviour'/><author><name>Miguel Cervantes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527866354224629472</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-11795766.post-111250539589155494</id><published>2005-04-03T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T13:16:35.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realize</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve seen you mad and I’ve seen you cry,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With every time, I’ve seen you die.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I guess it’s hard to forget the pain,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When the things you do are all in vain.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Despite the times that you have tried,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He just can’t seem to realize.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t to stand to watch you cry…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s just too hard on the knees.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m here wond’ring why,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You just can’t seem to see.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just don’t quite understand.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How you could still just stay.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And when I offered a helping hand,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You simply turned my hand away.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t to stand to watch you cry…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s just too hard on the knees.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m here wond’ring why,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You just can’t seem to see.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A silent tear runs down your face,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll be here to wipe it dry.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And even in the rainiest of days,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’ll never hear me say goodbye.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t to stand to watch you cry…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s just too hard on the knees.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m here wond’ring why,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You just can’t seem to see.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And when things start to fall apart,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You think you’ve lost your mind.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Follow me with your heart,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I’ll never be that blind…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t to stand to watch you cry…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s just too hard on the knees.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m here wond’ring why,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You just can’t be with me...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y100/blue_raver19/guitar-jenna.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo by Jenna Genio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11795766-111250539589155494?l=miguel3082.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/feeds/111250539589155494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11795766&amp;postID=111250539589155494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111250539589155494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111250539589155494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/2005/04/realize.html' title='Realize'/><author><name>Miguel Cervantes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527866354224629472</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-11795766.post-111250447158232810</id><published>2005-04-03T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T13:01:11.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen</title><content type='html'>Why catch a glimpse?&lt;br /&gt;If only to see you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why steal a kiss?&lt;br /&gt;If you'd only say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why try to hear your voice?&lt;br /&gt;If you won't take my call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why even try to hold your hand?&lt;br /&gt;Simply coz you've made me fall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y100/blue_raver19/guitar-Idol.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo by Jenna Geni0 (Used with the permission of Ms. Jenna Genio)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11795766-111250447158232810?l=miguel3082.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/feeds/111250447158232810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11795766&amp;postID=111250447158232810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111250447158232810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111250447158232810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/2005/04/fallen.html' title='Fallen'/><author><name>Miguel Cervantes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527866354224629472</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-11795766.post-111249911507280803</id><published>2005-04-03T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T11:46:07.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Death of Pope John Paul II R.I.P</title><content type='html'>I wake up today to the news of the death of a leader and an icon in the Catholic Faith, Pope John Paul II. As I give a short prayer, my breath stops short at the thought of what this sign of the times may mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tagnet.org/rousse/gallery/praying.jpg" height="250" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this event have anything to do with the Third Secret of St. Lucia? In all the fear in the back of my head as to what the future holds for us, I can do nothing else but simply accept...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the wake of all scandals leaving tremors of fear and disgust within our communities, are we to believe that we have now surpassed the once decadent era of ancient Rome. It leaves me nothing else to ponder on as I take a look around our own society, and even the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nations go against nations, race against race. Men raping women, men killing men, women carousing in sexual indiscrimination. Left and right, people hurting people. Cicero put it quite nicely in his retort to the filth of his time; "O Tempora, O Mores!" Oh the times, oh the customs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was his cry as he looked on as his fellowmen took on the carnal and the material and threw away a little thing called morality. As I look around, and even at myself, I cannot help but be astounded at what we deem "morally acceptable".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change has always been and always will be the fear of most. For before any change (good change that is) could happen, we first have to change ourselves. I think Sun Tzu said it best that to know your enemy, you must first know yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I can do is hope that although the sign of the times point south, we may pull out of the grave we are digging for ourselves. Let us offer that small glimmer of hope to that man, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rest In Peace Pope John Paul II...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11795766-111249911507280803?l=miguel3082.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/feeds/111249911507280803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11795766&amp;postID=111249911507280803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111249911507280803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111249911507280803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/2005/04/death-of-pope-john-paul-ii-rip.html' title='The Death of Pope John Paul II R.I.P'/><author><name>Miguel Cervantes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527866354224629472</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-11795766.post-111241727985310407</id><published>2005-04-02T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T12:56:39.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y100/blue_raver19/Image244.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" height="300" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to class, I walk through an ocean.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A sea of faces both known and unfamiliar.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But all seems to part away,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Leaving but one in the fray.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What was blurred is now clear,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Time takes a stand still…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The permeating smell of different scents strike me back.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Back to my surreal world of dreams…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Clear as dawn, there she stood.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My pulse would quicken as I came to realize,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A smile was thrown back.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A smile so innocent yet unravels your still poised self.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not ever looking back, my lips move back to speak.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A name…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A name I knew but never received…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How was I to know that a name, from a repertoire of familiars,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Would incessantly hound my every sense when spoken? &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That name was no mere name…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For a name holds no bearing as it flutters in your head.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This name that incurs a whimsical flight of fancy as it toils in your mind…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The name has become a representation.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In a conundrum, that name marks your every fleeting thought&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unbeknownst to you, that name has become something else.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Soon that name left me a voice,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Such sweet harmony it brings.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Almost every day, that voice would soothe and serenade.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Every enunciated word,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A song in the chorus of pleasantries.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But in the realizations of the intangible,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A name and a voice adds up.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As if gift wrapped and placed beneath a tree of lights and stars, &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You think of nothing else but its effects on you.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And it all started with a name…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11795766-111241727985310407?l=miguel3082.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/feeds/111241727985310407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11795766&amp;postID=111241727985310407&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111241727985310407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111241727985310407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/2005/04/name.html' title='Name'/><author><name>Miguel Cervantes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527866354224629472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11795766.post-111241521886854678</id><published>2005-04-02T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T16:37:46.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She holds the receiver with such a grace,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As if radiated by an unearthly light.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The most mundane would become magical,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment it meets her touch.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Effortlessly, her beauty exudes.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As if to taunt an already beaten mind, &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;An aroma gently whiffs your anxious nostrils.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then, time slows down…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As if to taunt you further,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You find yourself lost as her eyes lock into yours.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’re completely drowned as her lips part to smile.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No words can give justice to the perfection of this moment, &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If only such perfection could be captured forever.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But no…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As all good things must come to an end,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This moment remains only as a blissful memory.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You wish to cherish the softness of her lips…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The smoothness of her skin…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But all reason holds you back.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is it fear?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Apprehension?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Probably.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But despite the uncertainty,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You keep composure at heart.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She notices nothing, and you, in turn, do nothing…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And that is what you remain to be…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In case you haven’t realized,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The &lt;b&gt;YOU… &lt;/b&gt;its Me…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And the &lt;b&gt;SHE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Who else… its &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y100/blue_raver19/Image248.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11795766-111241521886854678?l=miguel3082.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/feeds/111241521886854678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11795766&amp;postID=111241521886854678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111241521886854678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111241521886854678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/2005/04/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>Miguel Cervantes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527866354224629472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11795766.post-111227998256223146</id><published>2005-03-31T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T00:50:35.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Summer Heat</title><content type='html'>Infernal heat is an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;understatement&lt;/span&gt; to describe the weather lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://astrogeology.usgs.gov/assets/topics/sun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in all the confusion of such a hectic day, nothing makes everything fall into place like ice cream! Hahaha! And it is soooooooooooooooooooooooooo annoying that the heat is still incessantly beating into my skull as my fingers ache to continue moving across the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow brings another day... i can only hope it won't be as hot. HA! I should be so lucky....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11795766-111227998256223146?l=miguel3082.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/feeds/111227998256223146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11795766&amp;postID=111227998256223146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111227998256223146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111227998256223146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/2005/03/hot-summer-heat.html' title='Hot Summer Heat'/><author><name>Miguel Cervantes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527866354224629472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11795766.post-111218218031697277</id><published>2005-03-30T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T19:29:40.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Scared</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Confusion clouds both heart and mind&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There’s an uncertain frown with every smile.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A rhythmic beat in both your hearts&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But still remains a fear so vile.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You want to walk but still you run.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You want to feel but still you’re numb.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No matter how much you seem to try,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You’re running scared and you don’t know why.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From a simple glance you turned away&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And with every kiss you fall quite deep.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Moments come with each chance passed&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s a fleeting bliss you just can’t keep.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You want to see but you’re too blind&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You want to keep what you can’t find&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And as you stare out the starry sky, &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You find his fears and you know why&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uncertainty weighs your decisions down,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But still you find the strength to decide.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No matter where you would stand,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s the mind whose will abides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y100/blue_raver19/guitarart.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" height="800" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11795766-111218218031697277?l=miguel3082.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/feeds/111218218031697277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11795766&amp;postID=111218218031697277&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111218218031697277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111218218031697277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/2005/03/running-scared.html' title='Running Scared'/><author><name>Miguel Cervantes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527866354224629472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11795766.post-111218189808055810</id><published>2005-03-30T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T19:24:58.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsure</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Walking up to the door with fright,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not knowing what to expect tonight.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Only to see you’re wondrous glow,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;B’neath the moon, the world goes slow.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The door opens with shadows in the way,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The light creeps in, my breath runs away.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There you stood shining radiantly,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So hard to believe how this all came to be.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But when my lips moved to speak,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;An inaudible gasp replaced my speech.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With a resounding sigh, my chest would heave.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gathering strength, I felt certainty leave.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Many words ran circles in my head,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With sweaty palms and my eloquence dead.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Never had I been met by a fear so pure.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A fear so certain, that I’m unsure.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But when she came and held my hand,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I felt a freedom as infinite as sand. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For in her touch I found eloquence, &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Without words, we spoke in silence.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Till this day, I would never forget.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That single day our lives met.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I squeeze her hand before I sleep, &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;she has my heart to care and keep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11795766-111218189808055810?l=miguel3082.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/feeds/111218189808055810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11795766&amp;postID=111218189808055810&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111218189808055810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111218189808055810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/2005/03/unsure.html' title='Unsure'/><author><name>Miguel Cervantes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527866354224629472</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-11795766.post-111218144230037439</id><published>2005-03-30T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T19:17:22.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love of my Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(E – Bm – Dsus –A)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I whisk you away, to a far away place.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’re holding my hand and kissing my face.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I give you my heart, and I give you my soul,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What can I do? Baby don’t go…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are my love.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’re all I have.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You melt my heart. You blow me away.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Look in my eyes, tell me you’d stay.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Coz you are…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The love of my life&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Take my hand and we’ll walk down that road.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We’ll figure out, life’s simpler quotes. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There’s nothing more, I would want,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just you in my arms.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hold me tight. Don’t let me go.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let’s do this right; let’s take it slow.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I close my eyes and dream of you.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In this world of honey and dew.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Coz you are…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The love of my life&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dancing in the street, under the stars&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I look in your eyes; I hear my heart swoon.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I move in to kiss, you’re lips are so sweet.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A gift so nice, I can’t believe.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I smell your hair; I stroke your skin. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I pull you close, and I pull you in.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I feel your heart, beating with mine&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then the shivers run down my spine.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Coz you are…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The love of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y100/blue_raver19/guitar3-neg.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11795766-111218144230037439?l=miguel3082.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/feeds/111218144230037439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11795766&amp;postID=111218144230037439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111218144230037439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795766/posts/default/111218144230037439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miguel3082.blogspot.com/2005/03/love-of-my-life.html' title='Love of my Life'/><author><name>Miguel Cervantes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527866354224629472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
