<?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-5139007024133728162</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:32:28.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it is</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I give you the routine of my life&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139007024133728162/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronmoment.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rOn-rOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13368269307993117600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0qikVdNB-hg/R9yi-XLPLvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q8hPt5yqvW4/S220/ron2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139007024133728162.post-734642066427239976</id><published>2008-04-22T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T19:49:23.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taghirap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Die thieves&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; DIE!&lt;/span&gt; Our sari-sari store robbed just last week. wla na nga masydo kinikita ninakawan pa talaga, leche! Biruin mo the time interval between the crime was 3 to 6 minutes. That time I was so frustrated with myself that i mange to kick one of the support beams  and ended  hurting myself..nahulog yng  kahoy sa ulo ko, thats goes to show  nothing is solve through rage. I have to find a way who's the retard doing all this. I've been doing some recon of my own (feeling james bond) and I got some few people who look suspicious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139007024133728162-734642066427239976?l=ronmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/734642066427239976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139007024133728162&amp;postID=734642066427239976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139007024133728162/posts/default/734642066427239976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139007024133728162/posts/default/734642066427239976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronmoment.blogspot.com/2008/04/taghirap.html' title='Taghirap'/><author><name>rOn-rOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13368269307993117600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0qikVdNB-hg/R9yi-XLPLvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q8hPt5yqvW4/S220/ron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139007024133728162.post-1337687237678182335</id><published>2008-03-17T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T04:33:25.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My way and the Highway</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I was waiting for my Girlfriend to arrive at my house because she was invited to lunch. We had lunch together at our house, she was excited to taste the cookings of my mom. We had chicken curry for lunch. My girlfriend was not fond of spicy food before we met but all those change when she tasted my moms cooking. Anyways, after we ate, we were waiting for the time to prepare for church cause it was palm Sunday. After the mass we ate outside together with my family. Now, before we went to church, I keep on asking myself what did I forgot? Usually every time I ask that question, it always and I do mean ALWAYS, I ended up walking home. And yes, I did end up walking home. After we ate, I called a taxi then there, now I know what to answer to my question. My wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another blundering move, I didn't ask any money because I was to full of myself thinking I can find a way. "smooth move" said to myself. I was hoping that I have some money hiding in my pocket. And I did manage to found 20 pesos at the back pocket of my pants. Dunno if that was a God given grace but what the heck. still I have to take my girlfriend back to her place. Now I'm down with 10 pesos. She asked me "mka buhay2 pa ka?" and I said "uu eh! ako pa".  Now my original plan is to get in the jeepney then risk of getting caught and the udder humiliation of not paying or   get in the jeepney pay the fare and take a long walk home. I chose the 2nd option of the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self, always put  a sticky note saying "Ayaw tinanga dodong!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139007024133728162-1337687237678182335?l=ronmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1337687237678182335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139007024133728162&amp;postID=1337687237678182335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139007024133728162/posts/default/1337687237678182335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139007024133728162/posts/default/1337687237678182335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronmoment.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-way-and-highway.html' title='My way and the Highway'/><author><name>rOn-rOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13368269307993117600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0qikVdNB-hg/R9yi-XLPLvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q8hPt5yqvW4/S220/ron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139007024133728162.post-6684606974696360646</id><published>2008-03-15T22:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T22:39:23.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your still here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why I'm not surprised on the fact that your still here. Wandering around the presence of the human world. I've  already paid my debt to  you and still you linger around  thinking nothing had happen. why? what do you want me to do? why won't you leave me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a 2 months and still I'm thinking about this person, a person whom I had once a feeling of anxiety whether this person  is around or not?  A feeling that I want it gone and never would come back. Hindering me to do any work nor giving me the time to think.  This person  is no bad Omen or a ghost that I'm scared of. "SHE" is what I'm afraid of. Afraid of telling her how I might end up loving her and nothing in return in loving me back. Afraid of something I cant even handle of continuing. I want her out but I can't seem to find a way to stop it. she is to precious jewel that I want to keep. A life long goal that I would like to attain. "SHE" is the way of my desire to live. STOP, why do you have this desire to torment me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I have ended up thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139007024133728162-6684606974696360646?l=ronmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6684606974696360646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139007024133728162&amp;postID=6684606974696360646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139007024133728162/posts/default/6684606974696360646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139007024133728162/posts/default/6684606974696360646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronmoment.blogspot.com/2008/03/your-still-here.html' title='Your still here?'/><author><name>rOn-rOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13368269307993117600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0qikVdNB-hg/R9yi-XLPLvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q8hPt5yqvW4/S220/ron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139007024133728162.post-2471190231943479041</id><published>2008-03-15T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T21:28:16.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Let me tell you, do you have friends that you could  depend on? Do you have family who can cherish you every moment in your life? Do you have a special someone who always have the time and effort to do the special moments with you? More like this questions should be answered by me but what the heck for the sake of conversation, yes I have! :D ( talking to yourself, nice! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cherish my life like its my last day on earth. I have my friends whom I can talk to if I'm in a situation that I can't handle  particularly a situation that involves money problem (yeah that means you whom I would not speak in order not to remember my debt). Family who cherish every events in my life.  There is this one moment, my mom got a  camera just to record  of me making a diorama of a  rain forest.  She keeps saying how smart and innovative my son is.  Basically i was  making a diorama of a  house not a  rain forest.  She thought it was a  rain forest because of all the  leaves that I've put  in it.  Oh I almost forgot, there is this one time  that I was in a hospital, my two best buds where the ones  1st  to visit me and  I never seen  there sensitive side.  The two of them told me  "Grbe man  pud ka mulak2 man pud uy, sa sunod ha  ice tea n lng ka!" . Even now they still look after me  if we were  hanging out.  They really  kept  there promise  if we were to have a drink,  I'll only drink ice tea. With a grin on there face and saying, "Tagam" and  a pat in the back.  hmm let see, a friend that I could depend, a family that  cares me, ah yes  the person whom  I cherish my life with, my  alter Ego, my girlfriend.  She is the combined attitudes of my family and my friends.  You know why?  me either  I dont know  why.  She could be my friend . She is more like my  personal diary which I can share my life 's  deepest secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it ,  I've said it. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139007024133728162-2471190231943479041?l=ronmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2471190231943479041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139007024133728162&amp;postID=2471190231943479041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139007024133728162/posts/default/2471190231943479041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139007024133728162/posts/default/2471190231943479041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronmoment.blogspot.com/2008/03/lets-talk.html' title='Lets Talk'/><author><name>rOn-rOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13368269307993117600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0qikVdNB-hg/R9yi-XLPLvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q8hPt5yqvW4/S220/ron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
