<?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-8559356112963664441</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:28:35.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Thing</title><subtitle type='html'>Masaya ang buhay. Huwag magpapahuli.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymixedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559356112963664441/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymixedthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>crizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16028978111200619495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QbY176tsOe4/SFTe6KrK9CI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HjvtsA8lAZE/S220/1_598212950l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559356112963664441.post-2747149946178917047</id><published>2008-08-25T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T02:43:29.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im with the band: Hale, Spongecola, Rocksteddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;DAY 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving OPM bands again.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've always been attached to OPM bands since I'm on my highschool years but on the long run I also kinda forgot and transpose my likings to RnB and Classical music, even broadway tunes. I know it's kinda off beat and so not me but I guess that's not the point of my entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At exactly 12 noon on the 22nd day of August me and my friend Katie went to a local radio station (Wild FM) to meet Spongecola. The manager of the station was our family's friend and their kids we're my friends so thanks a bunch to them for this wonderful opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were told that the band will arrive at 2pm and we were kind of early. And so, we waited. They were late, I guess this happens a lot especially to a band like them. The band Rocksteddy were the first ones to arrive and they headed directly to the booth to be inteviewed. after the interview, Katie and I though not a fan of them had our pictures taken with them. Teddy and the rest of the bands were so funny and nice, I've learned that Teddy, and the rest of the band, wwere actually christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, a while later, the spongecola arrived. I wasn't nervous, or anything, because I saw them before already, just a bit giddy. Yael is so cute! The first thing that came to my mind was "I love his jacket!" haha. I also noticed that Chris, their drummer wasnt there. And then after a short while, we then had our pictures taken with them (Yael and I almost had the same height. He's just a few inches taller) and then they were interviewed. While they were interviewed we entered the room and took pictures of them. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was their motorcade, we joined them. haha. I dont know if they noticed or what they were thinking after seeing us going with them but they were still friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were came back to school to fetch up the rest of our friends o watch the concert later. And gawd were we hesterical talking to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before the concert Cass and I gone to the fair to take some rides. We only took one, the octopus and Ive had enough. I dont know wnhy we even paid 20 pesos just to be twirling around and puke later on. Anyhow, moving on, lets fast forward it to the actual concert. The manager of Wild FM gave us VIP tickets so we were at the very front of the crowd. And we had seats while the rest of the crowd were standing. haha. There were 2 local bands that played then followed by Spongecola. And it was another rockin' concert made by the very best OPM band ever. We got freebies like SC keychain, caps, baloons (which doesnt count. lol) It was one of the best night ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day I went again to their station to again meet one of the best bands in the Philippines, Hale. We, ate Arce and I, arrived there while they were interviewed and then after that we again took our pictures with them and even introduced me to Champ and the rest of the band (Champ is so cute!). Later on, TJ, Roxine, Wild FM managers childrens, and Ate Weng, their mom, told me to join them on their lunch with Spongecola and Hale. Damn was I excited. I brought Joco, ate Arce, Paola and Joanne (which doesnt count coz she had gone early) with me. Hale were the only ones their, they told us Spongecola will be arriving late. So tehre, we normally just had lunch and then later Spongecola the arrived. We just watch them eata dn waited for them to finish for us to have our pics taken again. And God were they so &lt;em&gt;takaw.&lt;/em&gt; We waited long and then took our pic's again. lol I guess Yael already recognized me since Ive been following them since the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we the have to go because we had our different appointments and I have a class at 1:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a concert of Hale later on at 7pm but I wasnt able to go. My dad wont allow me to go. Talk about killjoy. But I wasnt hard headed, I followed them directly. i dont know what got into me but maybe I was thinking that 2 days with the best bands, with my 2 most favorite bands, I think is fairly and completely enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best pre birthday gift ever. Thanks to the Monterde family. To my friends who gone with me and to Hale, Spongecola &amp;amp; Rocksteddy. You made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely the best experience for a band-junkie. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559356112963664441-2747149946178917047?l=mymixedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymixedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2747149946178917047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559356112963664441&amp;postID=2747149946178917047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559356112963664441/posts/default/2747149946178917047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559356112963664441/posts/default/2747149946178917047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymixedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-with-band-hale-spongecola-rocksteddy.html' title='Im with the band: Hale, Spongecola, Rocksteddy'/><author><name>crizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16028978111200619495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QbY176tsOe4/SFTe6KrK9CI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HjvtsA8lAZE/S220/1_598212950l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559356112963664441.post-208049889169413437</id><published>2008-08-18T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T07:14:34.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Wishlist [edited]</title><content type='html'>My birthday is getting nearer and nearer and I'm just starting on planning on my birthday celebration. Hmm. Gown? check. Venue? check. Guests and visitors? check check. Cake? check. Shoes? check. &lt;em&gt;and the list goes on.&lt;/em&gt; However, I still don't have my birthday wishes checklist yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I think I should list down some of the things I would like to recieve on my birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete TWILIGHT book series&lt;br /&gt;iPhone&lt;br /&gt;Asus Laptop&lt;br /&gt;1 year subscription of CandyMag&lt;br /&gt;White Converse shoes&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter (books 5-7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A shopping spree!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;additional:&lt;br /&gt;Spongecola &amp;amp; HALE's presence&lt;br /&gt;Spongecola's 3rd album&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;drivers license&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll add some up if I could think of anything else. These are all for now. hihi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559356112963664441-208049889169413437?l=mymixedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymixedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/208049889169413437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559356112963664441&amp;postID=208049889169413437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559356112963664441/posts/default/208049889169413437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559356112963664441/posts/default/208049889169413437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymixedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-birthday-wishlist.html' title='My Birthday Wishlist [edited]'/><author><name>crizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16028978111200619495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QbY176tsOe4/SFTe6KrK9CI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HjvtsA8lAZE/S220/1_598212950l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559356112963664441.post-185239628178378553</id><published>2008-08-12T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T01:09:11.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Things</title><content type='html'>Today, this girl doesn’t just feel like talking about herself. She also feels like talking TO herself. Which basically means she’ll be asking and answering her own questions—think of it as FAQs, except the query and response will be coming from the same party. Which basically means she’s a strange, strange person you probably shouldn’t be reading about if you wish to make this day a productive one, but you know you will anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do you write about yourself in the third person?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it’s fun. You should try it sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How was your weekend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, thanks. On Friday night, my friend and I walked in the rain for 15 minutes—you can guess how heavy my hoodie and jeans were afterwards. On Saturday, I stayed in bed all morning. Okay, not all morning. I got up from time to time to grab chocolate from the fridge, and for bathroom breaks. It’s hard work, you know, being lazy. On Sunday, I baby-sat my nephew Zander and tagged along with my mommy and daddy as they did grown-up stuff. I like doing the tagging along with my parents because it makes me look like a grown-up too. Also, because they hold hands and whisper, and seeing them happy makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why are you so weird?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to blame my family, or my teenage years, or our country’s dwindling economy. But unfortunately, there is no correct answer to this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why are you so single?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. I am actually flattered when people ask me this, because it is usually followed by, “&lt;em&gt;Siguro taas kaau ka ug&lt;/em&gt; standards,” and hello, having high standards is A Good Thing. Unfortunately, there is no correct answer to this question, either. Next, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are your likes and dislikes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love coffee, cherry lip balm, purple ink, typing the very last word to an article/story, and clothes that don’t make me feel fat. I hate being hit smack on the face by girls who do the hair flip. And girls who do the hair flip, period. Come to think of it, I hate guys who do the hair flip more. I hate the hair flip in general, because my hair in its unblowdried/unironed state is never nice enough to flip. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was the title of this entry inspired by Miley’s new single?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Almost everything about Miley Cyrus royally annoys me, but I actually find this song pretty cool. Mostly because, no matter how many times she denies this, it’s about Nick Jonas—and I heart Nick Jonas. I want to marry him and have cute little curly rockstar babies with him. But not now. Maybe in a few years, when he’s legal…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me love youuu,&lt;br /&gt;Crizzy &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559356112963664441-185239628178378553?l=mymixedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymixedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/185239628178378553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559356112963664441&amp;postID=185239628178378553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559356112963664441/posts/default/185239628178378553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559356112963664441/posts/default/185239628178378553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymixedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/seven-things.html' title='Seven Things'/><author><name>crizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16028978111200619495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QbY176tsOe4/SFTe6KrK9CI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HjvtsA8lAZE/S220/1_598212950l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559356112963664441.post-6453711125802483162</id><published>2008-07-25T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T04:22:50.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cloud of infinite possibilities</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;do you realize what you are to me?&lt;br /&gt;what you're always gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;you're the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;everyone else will always be second best.&lt;br /&gt;there will never be another you &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only just about 30 mins. And it became another one of the best night. What would a girl feel if a person she like compliments her? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;It feels like floating in a cloud of infinite possibilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. You suddenly feel like nothing else matters, like there's no one else around. It's a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; feeling. You should try it sometimes. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are moments in my life that I will &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; remember, not because they were &lt;em&gt;important&lt;/em&gt;, but because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; were there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559356112963664441-6453711125802483162?l=mymixedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymixedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6453711125802483162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559356112963664441&amp;postID=6453711125802483162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559356112963664441/posts/default/6453711125802483162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559356112963664441/posts/default/6453711125802483162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymixedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/cloud-of-infinite-possibilities.html' title='cloud of infinite possibilities'/><author><name>crizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16028978111200619495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QbY176tsOe4/SFTe6KrK9CI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HjvtsA8lAZE/S220/1_598212950l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559356112963664441.post-3007545481556178276</id><published>2008-07-15T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T00:08:06.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you've always been and you'll always will be.</title><content type='html'>In some ways I hate the fact that I had you as my first everything. Because now everyone else has to live up to you. You set the standards, and that scares me. Because even though some guys may come close, I will never feel for anyone what I felt for you. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;even if i said i didnt care a million times you'd know that i Still did&lt;/span&gt;. Some people look down on me because I always need a boy, I need to feel love. But all I can say to that is, at least I have the strength to be able to love with my whole heart, even though it’s been broken so many times before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;" Now you're here and everything changes&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly life means so much&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to wake up tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And find out this promise is true&lt;br /&gt;The Heaven knows those years without you&lt;br /&gt;Shaping my heart for the that day I found you&lt;br /&gt;You're the reason for all that I've been through&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm thankful for the day before you "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU, &lt;em&gt;more than anything&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559356112963664441-3007545481556178276?l=mymixedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymixedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3007545481556178276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559356112963664441&amp;postID=3007545481556178276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559356112963664441/posts/default/3007545481556178276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559356112963664441/posts/default/3007545481556178276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymixedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/youve-always-been-and-youll-always-will.html' title='you&apos;ve always been and you&apos;ll always will be.'/><author><name>crizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16028978111200619495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QbY176tsOe4/SFTe6KrK9CI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HjvtsA8lAZE/S220/1_598212950l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559356112963664441.post-100361901658795891</id><published>2008-06-28T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T01:08:06.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Igniting a movement</title><content type='html'>Its been hours since I planned to start writing an entry but I couldnt think of anything worthwhile to write about, then i stumbled on this site. &lt;a href="http://theignition.org/"&gt;http://theignition.org/&lt;/a&gt;. I just saw these guys on a concert last week here in our place. What had happened was really great. With their motto: "&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Igniting a movement&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mobilizing a generation&lt;/span&gt;.". What they offered to our city was really huge, especially to the youth here. I couldn't thank them much for bringing back Christ into our lives and the lives of the many others who need Him. And I couldnt thank &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt; enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally my faith has been &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dried up&lt;/span&gt;. I rarely pray, I only pray when I want to ask something from God. I usually ignored Him. I knew my faith wasn't going well and my relationship with Him hasn't been pleasing but I &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;never cared&lt;/span&gt;. My christian friends are also starting to also be like me. There were no Bible studies, no Sunday school, I don't even read the Bible anymore. My life was all focused on school, in which I got an F in one subject. I was lonely. I was alone. My life was boring.&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; I had nothing&lt;/span&gt;. It came to a point when I thought there was no hope for me to turn to Christ at all. Then I came to think of my faith. When my family decided to transfer to a new church at The New Life Christian Center I then decided to renew my faith. I prayed for a revival. And The Ignition showed me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night at the Ejam was great. I really felt God's &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;touch&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;embrace&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; towards me. I cried because I realized what I have been missing all along. I miss God. I miss being close to Him. And in that night I decided to just offer everything to Him. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My life&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;my plans&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my ambitions&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;everything.&lt;/span&gt; I decided to live each day for His glory because what is here and what we are in this earth is just temporary. And the truth is we really dont have anything unless we have God. I belive that He is the only &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt; for our generation today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are we waiting for? Spread His &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; throughout the world. Share it to your classmates, friends, family. Bring &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;revival &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;salvation&lt;/span&gt;. I believe that God sent The Ignition for us. Now's the time we let God use us to reach to the people who need &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The praise goes out to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559356112963664441-100361901658795891?l=mymixedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://theignition.org' title='Igniting a movement'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymixedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/100361901658795891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559356112963664441&amp;postID=100361901658795891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559356112963664441/posts/default/100361901658795891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559356112963664441/posts/default/100361901658795891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymixedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/igniting-movement.html' title='Igniting a movement'/><author><name>crizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16028978111200619495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QbY176tsOe4/SFTe6KrK9CI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HjvtsA8lAZE/S220/1_598212950l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559356112963664441.post-2693802948504442544</id><published>2008-06-15T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:06:16.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinoy ako!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading this book by Bob Ong and called "&lt;em&gt;Bakit baliktad magbasa ang Pilipino&lt;/em&gt;". I tell you, its such a crazy book. People would think you're crazy reading an upside down covered book. But this so-called crazy book opened my eyes in a lot of things concerning the country I've been living in for the past 17 years. It expands my views on the negative sides of our country as well as the good side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this perception that I'm lucky I have this kind of lifestyle, I'm studying in a private school, we have our own family company, I have decent food to eat everyday, Im equiped with books to read and gain knowledge, I was blinded with reality. I didnt know that there was a different world just next to me. All I ever really cared was the life I have, I don't care seeing other people on the streets, begging for money or food, prostitutes, thief's, or on how they got there and why they do it. I don't care about the things I saw on TV about Filipino life or if theyre real, all I really cared about is they're on TV for entertainment. I really dont have any interest about the Philippine government. But "&lt;em&gt;Bakit baliktad magbasa ang pilipino?&lt;/em&gt;" has opened my views about these things. We may most of the time cover these flaws but whether you like it or not they will still be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as a responsible 17 year old college student, I say, take a stand. Our country still has hope. I can see it from a few who returned a lost &amp;amp; found wallet containing thousands or even millions of pesos. You can see it from the yaya's who worked abroad and almost risked their life for their alagas. Simple as it may sound but its already a big deal hearing that these people came from a third world country. You can see in them that the blood of our early bayani's are still running inside us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Gumising ka at maghilamos Pilipinas, masarap ang almusal!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559356112963664441-2693802948504442544?l=mymixedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymixedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2693802948504442544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559356112963664441&amp;postID=2693802948504442544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559356112963664441/posts/default/2693802948504442544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559356112963664441/posts/default/2693802948504442544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymixedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/pinoy-ako.html' title='Pinoy ako!'/><author><name>crizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16028978111200619495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QbY176tsOe4/SFTe6KrK9CI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HjvtsA8lAZE/S220/1_598212950l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559356112963664441.post-2777994375007044748</id><published>2008-03-07T17:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T21:30:34.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hope this time summer wouldnt be a waste.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;its summertime again and i dont know how im gonna waste this time of year again. just like the last 16 years. so here are the plans: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;im opt to doing something im &lt;em&gt;interested&lt;/em&gt; in. i also want to involve myself into something &lt;em&gt;productive&lt;/em&gt;. in short, i want to take up &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;guitar lessons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. something im interested in, and at the same time something i got to learn from. i mean i really love music and im really &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; interested learning more about it and making more of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i also want to loose more weight. ugh. so i guess im gonna &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;work out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this summer. i want to turn this 140 lbs. *something* to, i dont know, 100? ok, so, im not really good with these things. so i guess this is the best time to laugh. *haha* &lt;em&gt;whatever&lt;/em&gt;. im getting pretty insane right now. maybe because of the hung over i had studying for the final chemestry exam last night.(i slept at around 1am and woke up 5) &lt;em&gt;gawd i hate chem&lt;/em&gt;! how i wish it wasnt invented.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;anyhow, moving on. im also taking up &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;summer classes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. since nursing stidents at XU are &lt;em&gt;required&lt;/em&gt; to take up summer class. were &lt;em&gt;forced&lt;/em&gt;. now that would be a &lt;em&gt;bum&lt;/em&gt;. im getting anaphysio &amp;amp; stats. grr. talk about nosebleed. :0&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;at the end of this month ill be joining a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;summer camp&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;its a national camp for all Free Methodist youth. hope i can meet someone decent there.lol (j/k). well, im just hoping for a &lt;em&gt;revival&lt;/em&gt; during that camp.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lastly, since its 1 month before summer classes start then i guess ill have more &lt;em&gt;free time&lt;/em&gt;. and free time means more time on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;tube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. yeah! i just bought "devil beside you" &amp;amp; "heroes (season 2)" series yesterday. devil beside you was great so far. it makes me kilig.lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, im still looking up to a great summer.&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i hope this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it wouldnt be a waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559356112963664441-2777994375007044748?l=mymixedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymixedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2777994375007044748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559356112963664441&amp;postID=2777994375007044748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559356112963664441/posts/default/2777994375007044748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559356112963664441/posts/default/2777994375007044748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymixedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-my-ownagain.html' title='hope this time summer wouldnt be a waste.'/><author><name>crizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16028978111200619495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QbY176tsOe4/SFTe6KrK9CI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HjvtsA8lAZE/S220/1_598212950l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559356112963664441.post-4423070678450554472</id><published>2008-02-13T20:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T20:55:24.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts day? ♥</title><content type='html'>Sooo. Hearts day huh? Why would I say "Hearts day" instead of Valentines? Because I simply can't understand the whole "valentines" word. It's much better to say &lt;strong&gt;Hearts&lt;/strong&gt; day. That means, youre celebrating "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;'s"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have a date today. &lt;strong&gt;So?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;I dont really care&lt;/em&gt;. I mean what the heck. We can just spend it with the people close to our hearts. It's hearts day anyway, and our hearts is not only for the significant other. We can spend it with our family, friends, or even with &lt;em&gt;ourselves&lt;/em&gt;. I mean nothing beats those relationships. No &lt;em&gt;breakups&lt;/em&gt;. No &lt;em&gt;cool-offs&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I have to go. &lt;em&gt;I'll edit this soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;lss: &lt;em&gt;say it again&lt;/em&gt;- marie digby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vday doesnt quite end the way I expected it to be. It was the worst ever. I dont really want to write about it nor recall even the datails of it. But anyhow, what had come have gone already. Past is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Learn from it&lt;/em&gt;. That was my first time to sing in a so-called gig anyway. If ever given a chance next time I promise it never would end up like that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck? Why did I celebrate valentines anyway. I &lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt; have  a lovelife. Well, I have this guy I like but he already belongs to someone else. And it seems they're inseperable. I dont want to come out as the &lt;em&gt;kontrabida&lt;/em&gt;. I should stay away from their life. &lt;em&gt;Its better off that way&lt;/em&gt;. I'm still clinging to a hope that one day that "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" would cross my path a stay &lt;em&gt;for good&lt;/em&gt;. Someone I deserve. Someone who'd love me for what I am. &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt;][&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt;][&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;drama&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;waiting for the day when i hear You say&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;here is the one I have created&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559356112963664441-4423070678450554472?l=mymixedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymixedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4423070678450554472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559356112963664441&amp;postID=4423070678450554472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559356112963664441/posts/default/4423070678450554472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559356112963664441/posts/default/4423070678450554472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymixedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/hearts-day_13.html' title='Hearts day? &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>crizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16028978111200619495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QbY176tsOe4/SFTe6KrK9CI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HjvtsA8lAZE/S220/1_598212950l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8559356112963664441.post-6286085996126704813</id><published>2008-02-12T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T01:22:48.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first rant</title><content type='html'>okay crizzy. one question for you. &lt;em&gt;why did you create this blog?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crizzy: because of all the times ive been spending in the net, i have been learning. which is a good thing right? &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youre learning about well, movies, celebrities, shows, etc. . is that a good thing? &lt;em&gt;no.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you almost lost control of yourself. so i create this blog to evaluate myself a little more. &lt;em&gt;regain myself again&lt;/em&gt;. and bring back the&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jolly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;artistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; attitude that you have. coz the truth is, you have been boring lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the help of the Higher Power and a positive mind. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i believe i can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8559356112963664441-6286085996126704813?l=mymixedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymixedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6286085996126704813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8559356112963664441&amp;postID=6286085996126704813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559356112963664441/posts/default/6286085996126704813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8559356112963664441/posts/default/6286085996126704813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymixedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-first-rant.html' title='my first rant'/><author><name>crizzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16028978111200619495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QbY176tsOe4/SFTe6KrK9CI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HjvtsA8lAZE/S220/1_598212950l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
