<?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-9132776735839286457</id><updated>2011-08-03T14:28:36.102-07:00</updated><category term='aftermath'/><category term='Marikina'/><category term='truth'/><category term='Philippines'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='Trash'/><category term='Marikina River'/><category term='love'/><category term='typhoon'/><category term='comm. arts'/><category term='Ondoy'/><category term='Ketsana'/><title type='text'>Doy's blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>anjoG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250618897197521656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN4uzelJNpo/S2O0yOd7YJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JbCWfIRcr8Q/S220/Snapshot_20100129_1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132776735839286457.post-8680457943565510723</id><published>2011-03-31T07:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T07:46:08.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Summer 2011</title><content type='html'>It's been great so far. I'm loaded with activities and I'm driving a car now. There have been some problems (like broken locks, gig schedules, band stuff, etc.), but I can handle them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad that I get to start the summer without my braces. It's a great feeling having been free from a teeth-fence thing. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I prepared lots of movies to watch over the summer like The House Bunny, Rashomon, District 13 Ultimatum, Life of Brian, Zyzzyx Road, and Mystery Men. I am also trying to completely listen to the full discography of Foo Fighters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The duration of this summer (compared to past summers) is that I only have 2 weeks to enjoy it and then I go back to college and get back to work on projects and papers. I want to make these 2 weeks of summer the best that it can be so that when I get back to college, my mind is ready to take in information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One last thing to make my summer complete? Bike riding. I sure miss that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading. Enjoy your day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carpe Diem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132776735839286457-8680457943565510723?l=doysoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/feeds/8680457943565510723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132776735839286457&amp;postID=8680457943565510723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/8680457943565510723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/8680457943565510723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-summer-2011.html' title='To Summer 2011'/><author><name>anjoG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250618897197521656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN4uzelJNpo/S2O0yOd7YJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JbCWfIRcr8Q/S220/Snapshot_20100129_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132776735839286457.post-8969521487765566919</id><published>2011-03-21T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T07:11:56.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you feel like I'm avoiding you...</title><content type='html'>I'm not, buddy...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want you to learn how to become more independent. To become a stronger person in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just assuming this is what's going on in your head. I hope that I'm wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't ever think of me as elusive. I'm here and you're there. I'm not yet ready to start anything yet, but if you need me I'll just be around. Most of the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be stronger. A few more days and we'll be okay. I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, I'm just assuming this is what's going in your head buddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please don't get offended if you find out and read this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132776735839286457-8969521487765566919?l=doysoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/feeds/8969521487765566919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132776735839286457&amp;postID=8969521487765566919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/8969521487765566919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/8969521487765566919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-you-feel-like-im-avoiding-you.html' title='If you feel like I&apos;m avoiding you...'/><author><name>anjoG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250618897197521656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN4uzelJNpo/S2O0yOd7YJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JbCWfIRcr8Q/S220/Snapshot_20100129_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132776735839286457.post-7233985094005132434</id><published>2011-03-20T08:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T08:28:53.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the point in looking for something that always gets away from me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Recently, I noticed that every time I am in need of something, it's the thing I lose. Not only in material objects, but also the people I need at specific moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I recently had a fight with a friend and now I regret how shallow my thoughts were during the fight. I'm not good enough for the friendship she gives. I am too much of an opposite for her. She deserves better, as the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;cliché goes "It's not you, it's me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;The moment I lose her, I miss her. I miss how she starts every conversation, how she fakes a smile even when I know that she is in pain inside, how she treats me like I'm something really important... Why did I create selfish and shallow thoughts? I should have known better not to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;I'm not yet ready to apologize. I think an apology at this point is useless. All I can say is that I'll start things again with her eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Yes, I believe I was hoping for something more than friends. But is it worth it? After all the trouble I caused, after all the things I could not do, after all the things I spoke, and after all the time I spent? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Now I'm in pain, lost, and I don't know who to approach. With her, I lose my problems. I strive to become someone successful, but she's even more successful than I. I can't do anything impressive as she is more knowledgeable than I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;At this point, I don't know how I am able to clearly point out what's in my head. It's a mix of peanuts, salted and dry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;I should have known better. I should have stopped at the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;I'm sorry. Let it be. Please forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;I'm just scared, I'm unsure of everything else in the world. Except, of course, her. I was always sure I'm on good ground, standing with my two legs, feeling satisfied and calm with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Why do I even bother break something amazing like her friendship? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;I'm not even sure how the title fits the message I'm trying to convey, but it is something that floats around my messed up mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Please give me time and I will be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132776735839286457-7233985094005132434?l=doysoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/feeds/7233985094005132434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132776735839286457&amp;postID=7233985094005132434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/7233985094005132434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/7233985094005132434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/2011/03/what.html' title='What&apos;s the point in looking for something that always gets away from me?'/><author><name>anjoG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250618897197521656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN4uzelJNpo/S2O0yOd7YJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JbCWfIRcr8Q/S220/Snapshot_20100129_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132776735839286457.post-4374409185827554282</id><published>2011-03-07T04:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T04:17:23.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hug</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;div class="post_title" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Helvetica; line-height: 1.3; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px !important; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;Sometimes it’s the only thing that can make you feel sane. It gives off a certain feeling that warms and caress’ the torn emotion dwelling inside of you that corrupts even your beliefs. The simple joy of having assurance that someone is willing to stay, to be there for you, to care for you and you can witness the expression of Selfless love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post_title" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Helvetica; line-height: 1.3; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px !important; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post_title" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Helvetica; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132776735839286457-4374409185827554282?l=doysoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/feeds/4374409185827554282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132776735839286457&amp;postID=4374409185827554282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/4374409185827554282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/4374409185827554282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/2011/03/hug.html' title='The Hug'/><author><name>anjoG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250618897197521656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN4uzelJNpo/S2O0yOd7YJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JbCWfIRcr8Q/S220/Snapshot_20100129_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132776735839286457.post-5246511046056387242</id><published>2011-02-11T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T07:25:26.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Old Friend.</title><content type='html'>It's been a year since I last touched this blog. I missed it and the feeling of freedom with words.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm now in college and enjoying it to the fullest, while studying to the max. I gained lots of new friends and wisdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got into two bands and a church choir this year. I'm still single, but that's not a problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been occupied with parties, fairs, church, and different kinds of events. Rarely do I have time to reflect on my achievements and losses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have much to say. I used to write long passages in the past. At this moment, things are just different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the future is still unknown, so I'll live every moment like it's last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carpe Diem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Valentines Everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132776735839286457-5246511046056387242?l=doysoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/feeds/5246511046056387242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132776735839286457&amp;postID=5246511046056387242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/5246511046056387242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/5246511046056387242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello-old-friend.html' title='Hello Old Friend.'/><author><name>anjoG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250618897197521656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN4uzelJNpo/S2O0yOd7YJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JbCWfIRcr8Q/S220/Snapshot_20100129_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132776735839286457.post-345790797685710320</id><published>2009-12-13T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T03:56:39.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging is good for the soul (in my case, at least)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;I don't usually say things out loud with company. So all my views and opinions are expressed in blogs. I have three blogs, one of which is this one (doysoap.blogspot.com), second is my multiply blog (doysoap.multiply.com) and third is a values education blog for school on blogger as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Blogging feels like freedom. I have the freedom to express and say anything that I have in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mind&lt;/span&gt; without anything stopping the thought from going out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;I was quite shocked to find a few of my friends read my blog, but I guess I shouldn't because the purpose of making blogs is for anyone online to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;I like blogging, it makes me feel better about things. I express better through typing sometimes. I have blogged in the past and had quite an addiction to it. Blogging, for me, is better than what I do in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;About &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, I rarely use it. I used to be a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; addict until I realize that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; distracts me from what life is. Life is more than viewing what others do and games. I saw a rebirth of an old love, blogging. From my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; disease, I gained the cure from this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Expression of thoughts is more helpful than games that distract you from other thoughts. I've decided that maybe around next week (the week before Christmas, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YEY&lt;/span&gt;!) I'll be deactivating my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; account for good. It's still an idea waiting for something to happen. If nothing is able to make me change my mind, then I'll wave goodbye to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; and its cigarette like addiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;I'm free when blogging, I'm a better person after I post each entry. I learn and see things better after posting. Hopefully I can pass this on with you, the readers, as I unfold my mind little by little with my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Thanks for reading. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Christmas is coming so I'll say this now before its too late, MERRY CHRISTMAS! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132776735839286457-345790797685710320?l=doysoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/feeds/345790797685710320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132776735839286457&amp;postID=345790797685710320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/345790797685710320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/345790797685710320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/2009/12/blogging-is-good-for-soul-in-my-case-at.html' title='Blogging is good for the soul (in my case, at least)'/><author><name>anjoG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250618897197521656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN4uzelJNpo/S2O0yOd7YJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JbCWfIRcr8Q/S220/Snapshot_20100129_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132776735839286457.post-2938013741924829939</id><published>2009-12-05T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T08:46:29.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Now?</title><content type='html'>I'm right now in my room at 12:33 am reminiscing on the past. I've got to say, it had been quite a journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a journey well spent, but nonetheless a good journey it has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought about what life has to offer before anyone had introduced it to me. I've thought of existentialism before it was even thought. What I don't understand is, I can't get the answers to my questions of  "What am I living for?" "Why am I here?" "Whats my purpose?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still young yes, but my mind feels its like in its 20's already. I'm affected largely by the question of "Is it worth it?" for everything that I have done and may be doing in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at a loss of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if that's the case, I should try and find these things out on my own. I can only live once right? So why not live it to the max? I've tried to live it to the max, but life gave too many restrictions and punches to me, so how do I keep on running the race of time and life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've experienced much and there's few to deal with more. College is one, girls are two, life is three, and me is four. Why place me as the last? Well, living a self-less life is a priority for my being. I live for not me, but for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everbody&lt;/span&gt;. I do not live a life made up of only me, I live it with the people who know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I will find my place and be content. Someday I'll be truly happy. Someday I'll live my life for me. Someday, how long will you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thanks for reading)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132776735839286457-2938013741924829939?l=doysoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/feeds/2938013741924829939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132776735839286457&amp;postID=2938013741924829939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/2938013741924829939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/2938013741924829939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-now.html' title='What Now?'/><author><name>anjoG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250618897197521656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN4uzelJNpo/S2O0yOd7YJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JbCWfIRcr8Q/S220/Snapshot_20100129_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132776735839286457.post-2140729469336619607</id><published>2009-10-11T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T07:03:06.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>In search of truth</title><content type='html'>In the epic search for truth, I always return to this blog. To express the various reasons/emotions I've experienced. I am in search of truth. The ultimate answer. It's in many ways impossible. Then I'm really in search of is truth in self. Who I am, who do I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been love crazy for the past weeks(-&gt;months-&gt;years), searching for the perfect girl. My dream girl, the woman of all men's desires. The one person who could satisfy all my needs. The one person who'm I'd call mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hormones.. I guess every teenage boy goes through this "crush phase" then eventually does what determines a man in society, dating. I guess my standards are too high for most common girls. I'm really in search of perfection. Which is unattainable.. Maybe the real meaning of truth is happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every girl in this world has the capacity to give one man a pure and natural high. I, myself, want to experiece that feeling. The wonderful feeling of content and happiness in one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to find truth. Whether it may come from a person or not, I'm out to find it. No matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might've gone off in topics but I guess you see how my mind works.. thanks for reading (whoever you are)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132776735839286457-2140729469336619607?l=doysoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/feeds/2140729469336619607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132776735839286457&amp;postID=2140729469336619607' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/2140729469336619607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/2140729469336619607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-search-of-truth.html' title='In search of truth'/><author><name>anjoG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250618897197521656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN4uzelJNpo/S2O0yOd7YJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JbCWfIRcr8Q/S220/Snapshot_20100129_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132776735839286457.post-3969450032212919725</id><published>2009-10-04T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T05:23:34.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aftermath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ondoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marikina River'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marikina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typhoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ketsana'/><title type='text'>My Ondoy Aftermath(Philippines)</title><content type='html'>Typhoon Ondoy (Int. name Ketsana), was a devastating moment for the people living at Metro Manila. Especially to the Filipino's who live by water bodies. The quantity of rain Ondoy/Ketsana had brought upon the Philippines was more than we could imagine. Many people lost their lives from drowning or maybe just being caught up in the tide. Many people are still missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Marikina in all its glory before the storm. It was beautiful. An ideal place before Ondoy/Ketsana hit Metro Manila. Now all you can see their is trash that we Filipino's had left. The blame to put this mess is not on nature or even sir Bayani Fernando but all of us. That's why we still have trash in our area, on the streets, even on our houses and walls. We shouldn't blame anyone but ourselves for our irresponsibility and ignorance of our surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look at the different videos on Youtube about the typhoon and Philippines, you'd see cars or people most of the time in black water more than brown water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL IS THAT BLACK WATER?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that we should clean ourselves and our surrondings better. Imagine yourself in a beautiful house and when you look outside it's full of trash. You'd say to yourself "Wala lang iyan. Mawawala naman iyan mamaya..." (Thats nothing. It will eventually be gone later). The phrase "Tapat mo, Linis mo" (Your area, Your responsibility) is really effective, not only at our houses but everywhere in general. Wherever you go, you should think of this phrase. It will leave a good mark on you (plus you'll have a cleaner area).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature has it's own way of repairing itself. I guess it had enough with us humans, more so Filipino's, throwing trash in water bodies or forests. Trash shouldn't be there. So what did Nature do? She(Mother Earth) had this typhoon and take the trash from our waters and forests and returned it to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's farfetched,yes, but trash contributes to many different problems if not used properly. We Filipino's also use vehicles too much which leads to excessive amounts of carbon to our atmosphere thus we have global warming and climate change. Yes, climate change. The Philippines used to have maybe around 2 or 3 typhoons by the rainy season. This increased to around 4 to 5 by this year (accuracy of hypothesis &lt; 1%. I'm estimating/guessing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on about this. I just don't want to say so much that it's not making sense anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest you research if you want to know more.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your time whoever you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132776735839286457-3969450032212919725?l=doysoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/feeds/3969450032212919725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132776735839286457&amp;postID=3969450032212919725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/3969450032212919725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/3969450032212919725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-ondoy-aftermathphilippines.html' title='My Ondoy Aftermath(Philippines)'/><author><name>anjoG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250618897197521656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN4uzelJNpo/S2O0yOd7YJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JbCWfIRcr8Q/S220/Snapshot_20100129_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132776735839286457.post-7418596328848659703</id><published>2009-09-20T06:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T06:51:15.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again -&gt; Environment</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess I can say I'm bored. I haven't written in this blog for a long time. I still remember when I was in 2nd year and blogging was one of my hobbies. Now I see it as a form of escape. Escape? Yes, from the problems, worries, and hastles that this world can give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not alone of course in saying that. There are lots of people who search for their own escape. It may just be in another form like dancing, singing, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world today occupies itself to much on what to do next, when in fact we're doing just fine, it's the world that needs help. Okay, by that I mean, we humans focus more on ourselves and not our area. Yes, I'm complaining about our race and I've just had enough seeing mess in the world. If you look at all the problems in the world, they can be somehow solved easily. Like logging, we just have to use less paper so they cut less trees and thus we eliminate excessive logging. We could also reuse paper, like printing on both sides to save paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We humans talk more and act less. We're, in a way, cowards. yes I admit as well that I'm a coward myself sometimes. Cowardly of what? Of judgement. Since when did cleaning places seem so low to the eye of any person. Since when did people become irresponsible of their surroundings? Since we were taught to always take life easy. In fact, nothings easy. If we think life's easy, we're making it alot harder. Not only for ourselves, but to the world. I'm strictly implying on the disposal ways of people. Pollution is a resource, it's just not used correctly. We could reuse and recycle somethings in our land pits and dump sites. We just have to summon up enough will to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at your trash can/s, sometimes there's a working ballpen with good amount of ink in it or maybe nearing at the end, why didn't you finish it all the way. Look at it this way,(this may be a false analogy, but I'm sure you'll still relate to it) let's say you're taking a Math exam and just before you finish your test, you're proctor/examiner stops you and says "That's enough, you'll be alright" then just gets you're paper. What I'm saying really is to finish what you have started doing/using.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just no care for the environment. I can call myself an environmental crusader, by what?, by not only bringing home my trash, but sometimes others trash as well. Why? Because I care enough of the world to clean up others mess. That's why my view of a janitor and a trash collector is somewhat the same as any other job. Maybe that's why they say that in USA, the janitors have good pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope our Earth's future is bright and clean as a childs smile. So full of warmth, kindess, and peace. I'm hoping that whoever reads this blog entry of mine has a new perspective of our surrounding area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Earth we live in gave us everything we ever needed. Why don't we return the favor by taking care of what gave us not only our unlimited needs but also  our unending wants? We can make a change, we have to act out that change, not discuss it with the rest of our race. We should do it for ourselves, and then it will lead to cleaning for everyone else, then the world in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future can be bright, if we can't do it for ourselves or for others, then we do it for the future children. For your children, for them to see the clear blue skies, the green trees and beauty in this world. I'm trying hard to show how much can emotion can lead to action then cooperation. After all, the youth is the future. If we, the youth of today can't even solve our problems, why pass it on to them? We can do and change things for them, to give more ease to them, to give them a better chance of life than experiencing worldly problems of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your time. I hope I haven't wasted it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132776735839286457-7418596328848659703?l=doysoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/feeds/7418596328848659703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132776735839286457&amp;postID=7418596328848659703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/7418596328848659703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/7418596328848659703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-again-environment.html' title='Hello Again -&gt; Environment'/><author><name>anjoG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250618897197521656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN4uzelJNpo/S2O0yOd7YJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JbCWfIRcr8Q/S220/Snapshot_20100129_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132776735839286457.post-5889260580330496489</id><published>2009-06-26T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T04:47:36.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back :D</title><content type='html'>After maybe around two years from when I last left my blogging days, I'm back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm unsure of what to write down on this blog, but since I started it, I just ought to finish it as well. What are the things that happened to me between the 2 years? Well, school. As well as friend, time, and money management. Other than that, a few vacations, few knowledge gained, and still stock wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting this year of mine better than my past years. I'm still improving on becoming a better person. I'm still interested in Music, guitars, bikes, and possibly sneakers... hehehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can I write down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm listening to "You Raise Me Up" by Westlife/Josh Groban to help my friend in their music performance in the coming week. I hope I could be of good help to my friend. My friends tell me that I'm the best at guitar, I sort of agree with them, but the word "best" is still broad so I still believe that I am no better than any other person in this world. If they need help, I'll lend a hand. I'm usually helpful to Music related things. Even so, I could try and still help on anything that I can try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten the hang of blogging again. Maybe I'll use this blog continuously because I can say I have the freedom of speech/thought when I type/write/compose. Now I don't want to talk about freedom and stuff, but just to show where I can find my personal freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you're getting bored now, reading my blog and finding something of maybe to your query. I'll tell you now, I'm sort of boring but I'll try and keep everything as lively as possible. By the end of this blog entry, I hope you'd still be interested in reading some of my future posts. I'm not begging you guys to read my future entries, but just to say that maybe you'll see something that might be of your interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be ending my post here, thanks for reading. Have a nice day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132776735839286457-5889260580330496489?l=doysoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/feeds/5889260580330496489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132776735839286457&amp;postID=5889260580330496489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/5889260580330496489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/5889260580330496489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-back-d.html' title='I&apos;m back :D'/><author><name>anjoG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250618897197521656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN4uzelJNpo/S2O0yOd7YJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JbCWfIRcr8Q/S220/Snapshot_20100129_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132776735839286457.post-708695844535706312</id><published>2007-11-28T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T02:55:09.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Greatest Weakness(HW)</title><content type='html'>My greatness weakness, I have to say, are girls. It is because I am a gentleman and I have respect for their race. I am not a sexist but to me its just the girls who control the guys. It is also because, I like girls and thats my weakness. I would just do anything for them, if it was an appropriate task. They're my weakness, doesn't any guy have that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132776735839286457-708695844535706312?l=doysoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/feeds/708695844535706312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132776735839286457&amp;postID=708695844535706312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/708695844535706312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/708695844535706312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-greatest-weaknesshw.html' title='My Greatest Weakness(HW)'/><author><name>anjoG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250618897197521656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN4uzelJNpo/S2O0yOd7YJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JbCWfIRcr8Q/S220/Snapshot_20100129_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132776735839286457.post-6380576802928601557</id><published>2007-10-16T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T05:51:24.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite subject and Why? (HW)</title><content type='html'>My favorite subject in both academics and non-academics is Geometry. Geometry challenges me with its confusing problems and its way to entertain me when I get the answer. Geometry is a bit easy for me and I have fun solving the drills given by Sir Leo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132776735839286457-6380576802928601557?l=doysoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/feeds/6380576802928601557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132776735839286457&amp;postID=6380576802928601557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/6380576802928601557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/6380576802928601557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-favorite-subject-and-why-hw.html' title='My favorite subject and Why? (HW)'/><author><name>anjoG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250618897197521656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN4uzelJNpo/S2O0yOd7YJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JbCWfIRcr8Q/S220/Snapshot_20100129_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132776735839286457.post-2199764003178466652</id><published>2007-08-19T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T08:12:39.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye David!</title><content type='html'>David is going home to Korea already.  David we will miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David planned on a saturday to meet almost all of us at Enzo's house. He took the opportunity to meet us before he leaves the Philippines.  We played games on that day, ate KFC, and enjoyed each others company.  In the night when everyone left (except for me, David, Esther, Nat nat, Janus, and Enzo) we went to ice monster. I had a great time there because it was my first time to be  in ice monster. We had jokes, conversations, and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; forget the best day spent with David. Have a safe trip home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132776735839286457-2199764003178466652?l=doysoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/feeds/2199764003178466652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132776735839286457&amp;postID=2199764003178466652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/2199764003178466652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/2199764003178466652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/2007/08/bye-david.html' title='Bye David!'/><author><name>anjoG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250618897197521656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN4uzelJNpo/S2O0yOd7YJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JbCWfIRcr8Q/S220/Snapshot_20100129_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132776735839286457.post-7312342306121485265</id><published>2007-07-18T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T05:34:02.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAHA!  &lt;/strong&gt;I was tagged but this person forgot to comment on me, so no more "tag" cycle.  I really don't get the idea of getting "tagged", all I know is that the person has to write 7-things about them and "tag" other people.  It is kind of unnecessary to explain yourself to your blog because everyone is able to read your profile and blog. So I am not going to go do the instructions and will not tag anyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132776735839286457-7312342306121485265?l=doysoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/feeds/7312342306121485265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132776735839286457&amp;postID=7312342306121485265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/7312342306121485265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/7312342306121485265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/2007/07/tagged.html' title='TAGGED!'/><author><name>anjoG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250618897197521656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN4uzelJNpo/S2O0yOd7YJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JbCWfIRcr8Q/S220/Snapshot_20100129_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132776735839286457.post-7680270463326086562</id><published>2007-07-15T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T05:53:09.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Oxymorons (HW)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My 5 oxymorons:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clean Trash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Falling Upstairs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Roughly Smooth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tall Chihuahua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Infinitely Small&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132776735839286457-7680270463326086562?l=doysoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/feeds/7680270463326086562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132776735839286457&amp;postID=7680270463326086562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/7680270463326086562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/7680270463326086562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/2007/07/5-oxymorons-hw.html' title='5 Oxymorons (HW)'/><author><name>anjoG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250618897197521656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN4uzelJNpo/S2O0yOd7YJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JbCWfIRcr8Q/S220/Snapshot_20100129_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132776735839286457.post-2748730068905082142</id><published>2007-07-09T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T05:32:11.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comm. arts'/><title type='text'>Worst dream/nightmare or Greatest fear? (HW)</title><content type='html'>I forgot all of my nightmares and dreams but I do know my fear. My greatest fear is falling/getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened last thursday, when I biked back to my house I carried the chihuahua(just to see how capable I am good at cycling) to bring it back to my house. Since I am not yet a professional bike rider, I fell down to the street and got some bleeding on my left knee area. To understand it more, just read the "three-star blood stain" post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now everytime I bike I try to ba at least a bit more careful about my actions and desires of achieving what can hurt me. I also learned the importance of knee pads, elbow pads, and a helmet(though I never use them).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132776735839286457-2748730068905082142?l=doysoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/feeds/2748730068905082142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132776735839286457&amp;postID=2748730068905082142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/2748730068905082142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/2748730068905082142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/2007/07/worst-dreamnightmare-or-greatest-fear.html' title='Worst dream/nightmare or Greatest fear? (HW)'/><author><name>anjoG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250618897197521656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN4uzelJNpo/S2O0yOd7YJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JbCWfIRcr8Q/S220/Snapshot_20100129_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132776735839286457.post-469009232531759800</id><published>2007-07-07T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T21:52:15.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Flag</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, 07/07/07, it was raining at maybe 5:00 pm and when I looked out my window I saw a flag! This flag covered half a small mountain, it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HUGE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! And the Flag was a korean flag! This is for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;REAL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my friends who want to check this outrageous flag, come to my house. I am not joking! This is a once in a lifetime viewing of the large &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Korean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; flag. So try to go to my house because it is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;BIG&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132776735839286457-469009232531759800?l=doysoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/feeds/469009232531759800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132776735839286457&amp;postID=469009232531759800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/469009232531759800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/469009232531759800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/2007/07/big-flag.html' title='Big Flag'/><author><name>anjoG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250618897197521656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN4uzelJNpo/S2O0yOd7YJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JbCWfIRcr8Q/S220/Snapshot_20100129_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132776735839286457.post-3884569874698306246</id><published>2007-07-03T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T05:28:01.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comm. arts'/><title type='text'>Patar Ari week (HW)</title><content type='html'>The "buddy systems" were ok, I liked it. It made me realize that I have not yet talked to at least some people even when I see them. It has opened my eyes to a better "point of view" in people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddy circle was cooperative and fun to be with. Our fourth year "buddy" is a great leader, he lead everyone and tried to not be bad at it. Our third year "buddy" was helpful and kind, she cooperated with the whole group which means that she is open to anyone or everyone. My second year buddy is comfortable in his own way to his buddy circle because he kind of talks toeveryone in highschool but nonetheless he is still kind. Our first year "buddies" were willing to do the task that our leader would give to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked everything that has happened to me and my buddy circle. I had fun with them, laughed with them, and enjoyed each others presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my buddy circle, thanks for everything. You may not know me as well as my class but you tried and even though you didnt bother and try to know me you still accepted me as a regular friend. I thank every person in my buddy circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I didn't like about the week was that I lost my notebook, that is the reason why I lack in HW submissions. I forgot where I left it or where I lost it. Aaahhh! I am sorry to the teachers whom I have not yet submitted my HW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132776735839286457-3884569874698306246?l=doysoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/feeds/3884569874698306246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132776735839286457&amp;postID=3884569874698306246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/3884569874698306246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/3884569874698306246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/2007/07/patar-ari-week.html' title='Patar Ari week (HW)'/><author><name>anjoG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250618897197521656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN4uzelJNpo/S2O0yOd7YJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JbCWfIRcr8Q/S220/Snapshot_20100129_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132776735839286457.post-4095976595689810438</id><published>2007-06-30T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T02:52:23.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family day</title><content type='html'>Wow! It was awesome. I played Iris by Goo Goo dolls the teachers performed and I had the greatest time with my friends and teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played the guitar in front of many people, it was so fun. I enjoyed HEdCen's Family day to the fullest extent. After all it is the schools 15th birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132776735839286457-4095976595689810438?l=doysoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/feeds/4095976595689810438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132776735839286457&amp;postID=4095976595689810438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/4095976595689810438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/4095976595689810438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/2007/06/family-day.html' title='Family day'/><author><name>anjoG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250618897197521656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN4uzelJNpo/S2O0yOd7YJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JbCWfIRcr8Q/S220/Snapshot_20100129_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132776735839286457.post-8399547056976127250</id><published>2007-06-29T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T22:06:28.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Playing with fire"</title><content type='html'>Today is my 2nd time that my right hand got burned. The first time was that I was cooking an egg and I clumsily held the metal part (Ouch!). The second time was on july 30, 2007, where my  classmate accidently dropped the match stick on my hand while it was on fire. I held it for about two seconds and then I felt the pain (somewhat late reaction). So later on I asked my friends what my skin looked like, there were many answers and disgusted people but to me it looked like a heart. Anyway, I just got burned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132776735839286457-8399547056976127250?l=doysoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/feeds/8399547056976127250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132776735839286457&amp;postID=8399547056976127250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/8399547056976127250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/8399547056976127250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/2007/06/playing-with-fire.html' title='&quot;Playing with fire&quot;'/><author><name>anjoG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250618897197521656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN4uzelJNpo/S2O0yOd7YJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JbCWfIRcr8Q/S220/Snapshot_20100129_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132776735839286457.post-3479207288208852975</id><published>2007-06-29T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T22:08:14.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three-star blood stain</title><content type='html'>Last thursday I was biking in my village. I went home and I saw my maid walking the dogs (a chihuahua and a shih tzu) and I insisted carrying sushi, and she said ok. I took sushi around a corner and went back to my house until sushi moved kind of furiously and made both of us fall. I got bleeding and sushi was safe. Maki on the other hand was walked by my maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chihuahua is sushi, shih tzu is maki)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132776735839286457-3479207288208852975?l=doysoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/feeds/3479207288208852975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132776735839286457&amp;postID=3479207288208852975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/3479207288208852975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/3479207288208852975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/2007/06/three-star-blood-stain.html' title='Three-star blood stain'/><author><name>anjoG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250618897197521656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gN4uzelJNpo/S2O0yOd7YJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JbCWfIRcr8Q/S220/Snapshot_20100129_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132776735839286457.post-9031127723596098122</id><published>2007-06-29T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T05:29:25.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comm. arts'/><title type='text'>Whom I look up to. (HW)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 person that I look up to is My Dad. He is a strong father-figure who likes to achieve near perfectness. He likes his job which will help him because he is in his controlled environment. I Idolize him because of his "power" of leadership to the family and is kind to us. He cares for us more than anyone in the world. That is why I look up to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9132776735839286457-9031127723596098122?l=doysoap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/feeds/9031127723596098122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9132776735839286457&amp;postID=9031127723596098122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/9031127723596098122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9132776735839286457/posts/default/9031127723596098122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doysoap.blogspot.com/2007/06/whom-i-look-up-to.html' title='Whom I look up to. 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