<?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-8617941062792754628</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:20:16.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Stories of my mind...."</title><subtitle type='html'>these are just events, happenings that are not worthy to be just kept inside my brain. this will allow me to pour out my weirdest part. to those who can relate, enjoy....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gletz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gletz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stories in my mind.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814740463785188413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SDONyyv8jaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dz_37VjQa9w/S220/aaa.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617941062792754628.post-7846055723396035618</id><published>2008-12-31T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:31:02.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INSIDE OUT: Wellness begins today...........</title><summary type='text'>( THIS IS A NEW AVENUE FOR PEOPLE TO START PUMPING, AND GET THEIRSELVES FIT. THIS ARTICLE WAS TAKEN FROM PHILIPPINE INQUIRER ONE OF CORY QUIRINO'S WRITE UPS.)MANILA, Philippines―Repeat after me:"Beginning today, I will pay more attention to my well-being."Almost 100 percent of the time, if you will recite this mantra, subtle changes will begin to happen to you in body, mind, heart and </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617941062792754628&amp;postID=7846055723396035618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/7846055723396035618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/7846055723396035618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gletz.blogspot.com/2008/12/inside-out-wellness-begins-today.html' title='INSIDE OUT: Wellness begins today...........'/><author><name>Stories in my mind.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814740463785188413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SDONyyv8jaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dz_37VjQa9w/S220/aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617941062792754628.post-5119534647338939022</id><published>2008-12-31T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:26:50.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT SMART BOY , ISN'T IT?</title><summary type='text'>(THIS ARTICLE WAS SENT TO ME AND I CAN'T KEEP MYSELF NOT TO THINK HOW IT LOOKS LIKE TO HAVE SON WHO'S SMART AS THE BOY IN THE STORY.)A first-grade teacher, Ms Neelam was  having trouble with one of herstudents the teacher asked,"Boy, what is your problem?"Boy answered, "I'm too smart for the first-grade. My sister is in thethird-grade and I'm smarter than she is!  Ithink I should be in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617941062792754628&amp;postID=5119534647338939022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/5119534647338939022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/5119534647338939022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gletz.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-smart-boy-isnt-it.html' title='WHAT SMART BOY , ISN&apos;T IT?'/><author><name>Stories in my mind.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814740463785188413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SDONyyv8jaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dz_37VjQa9w/S220/aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617941062792754628.post-7249136275691639134</id><published>2008-12-31T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:21:39.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIRLS IN MY CIRCLE</title><summary type='text'>( a poem sent to me by chy) When I was little, I used to believe in the concept of one best friend,And then I started to become a woman..And then I found out that if you allow your heart to open up,God would show you the best in many friends.   One friend is needed when you're going through things with your man. Another friend is needed when you're going through things with your mom. Another will</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617941062792754628&amp;postID=7249136275691639134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/7249136275691639134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/7249136275691639134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gletz.blogspot.com/2008/12/girls-in-my-circle.html' title='GIRLS IN MY CIRCLE'/><author><name>Stories in my mind.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814740463785188413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SDONyyv8jaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dz_37VjQa9w/S220/aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617941062792754628.post-8450742444173870503</id><published>2008-12-31T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:19:08.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How a 7 year old boy explained sex (^_^)</title><summary type='text'>( this article was sent to me by my workmate through email)Little Johnny was 7 years old and like other boys his age rather  curious. He had been hearing quite a bit about 'making out' from the older boys, and he wondered what it  was and how it was done.One day he took his question to his mother, who became rather flustered. Instead of explaining things to Johnny, she  told him to hide behind </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617941062792754628&amp;postID=8450742444173870503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/8450742444173870503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/8450742444173870503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gletz.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-7-year-old-boy-explained-sex.html' title='How a 7 year old boy explained sex (^_^)'/><author><name>Stories in my mind.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814740463785188413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SDONyyv8jaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dz_37VjQa9w/S220/aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617941062792754628.post-231693564736217793</id><published>2008-11-26T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T11:50:27.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>incentive will never has to come......</title><summary type='text'>i logged in today on my pc, but was to log out immediately because it happened to be my Vacation Leave. i forgot to retract my leave. well, it's my responsibility toc heck about my leaves and absences. since i cannot retract it anymore, facing my compiter with nothing to do is so boring.. i keep thinking of the payday that will be in less than 3 days. then pondered on the incentive that i will be</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617941062792754628&amp;postID=231693564736217793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/231693564736217793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/231693564736217793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gletz.blogspot.com/2008/11/incentive-will-never-has-to-come.html' title='incentive will never has to come......'/><author><name>Stories in my mind.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814740463785188413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SDONyyv8jaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dz_37VjQa9w/S220/aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617941062792754628.post-4906858265371441558</id><published>2008-11-26T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T11:21:42.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband Store</title><summary type='text'>Just read the whole thing and tell me what you say.............I personally disagree to this email message given to me by a supervisor. It's  bias. The woman in this message was just wise enough to choose a husband. The men being sold did not actually try to please the woman, they just waited top be bought. It was just practical for the woman to check everything and shop around first before she </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617941062792754628&amp;postID=4906858265371441558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/4906858265371441558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/4906858265371441558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gletz.blogspot.com/2008/11/husband-store.html' title='Husband Store'/><author><name>Stories in my mind.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814740463785188413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SDONyyv8jaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dz_37VjQa9w/S220/aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617941062792754628.post-3700588672598059192</id><published>2008-11-19T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:11:05.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sisig a perfect pulutan</title><summary type='text'>last week i was invited agaon by my boyfriend's family to a beach outing somewhere in toledo. thinking what to share(though i'm not asked to contribute anything, made me really really excited... since we will be on a beach it is for sure that drinking session is gonna happen. there was no occasion by the way to celebrate for. they were just merely persuade by a 4 year old son of my late-brother </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617941062792754628&amp;postID=3700588672598059192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/3700588672598059192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/3700588672598059192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gletz.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-week-i-was-invited-agaon-by-my.html' title='sisig a perfect pulutan'/><author><name>Stories in my mind.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814740463785188413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SDONyyv8jaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dz_37VjQa9w/S220/aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SSS3-oPbWNI/AAAAAAAAAJA/sDs9qyMUPNQ/s72-c/bf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617941062792754628.post-1466030836605372618</id><published>2008-11-13T12:23:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:12:11.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh!!! enrollment blues....</title><summary type='text'>i was so frustrated last saturday having thinking that i won't be ableto finish the enrollment process.  it rained very hard in the morning,it looks like it will never stop and just keep on pouring the whole day.by the way i slept at my boyfriend's house which is about almost 2 townsdown south of Mandaue City where i live. We woke up at around 6 am inthe morning because i don't want to be late on</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617941062792754628&amp;postID=1466030836605372618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/1466030836605372618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/1466030836605372618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gletz.blogspot.com/2008/11/busy-day-for-enrollment_13.html' title='oh!!! enrollment blues....'/><author><name>Stories in my mind.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814740463785188413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SDONyyv8jaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dz_37VjQa9w/S220/aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SSS5VXOe7tI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pN-IMtUkt0s/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617941062792754628.post-7664797688673409786</id><published>2008-10-31T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T01:04:35.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baby don't come to me yet...</title><summary type='text'>i'm not actually worried of getting pregnant not in time. but just to  make sure that my baby won't come out without me having enough fonds, here's some of the methods i've research that might be helpful for you also..CALENDAR METHODThe calendar method attempts to predict ovulation using a woman's menstrual history. By keeping a written record of each cycle, you can determine when you're least </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617941062792754628&amp;postID=7664797688673409786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/7664797688673409786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/7664797688673409786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gletz.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-dont-come-to-me-yet.html' title='baby don&apos;t come to me yet...'/><author><name>Stories in my mind.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814740463785188413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SDONyyv8jaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dz_37VjQa9w/S220/aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SQq78ARkR_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/EpHnx-Z3tU8/s72-c/aaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617941062792754628.post-8306269716169553810</id><published>2008-10-31T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:52:54.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i think i'm pregnant.....</title><summary type='text'>hi, i am more excited than worried... if u think u are preggy... here are some evidences that will tell thta you are really pregnant. The 1st Trimester Stage of Pregnancy Changes in Your BodyDuring the first three months of pregnancy, or the first trimester, your body undergoes many changes. As your body adjusts to the growing baby, you may have nausea, fatigue, backaches, mood swings, and stress</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617941062792754628&amp;postID=8306269716169553810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/8306269716169553810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/8306269716169553810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gletz.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-think-im-pregnant.html' title='i think i&apos;m pregnant.....'/><author><name>Stories in my mind.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814740463785188413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SDONyyv8jaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dz_37VjQa9w/S220/aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SQq5BbdJOTI/AAAAAAAAAG8/fRZ_tFfis4c/s72-c/aaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617941062792754628.post-2493104765289136517</id><published>2008-10-31T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:37:30.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions in my Finals</title><summary type='text'>1. Enumerate the Philo-sociological views pointed out in the films youhave watched; and explain how were these views expounded about theexistence of man and God.             a. The Emperror's Club: People make mistake to learn, aperson become a failure when he cannot get up from our mistakes.   I'd like to point out the scene when  Mr. Hundert change the resultof the final exam. - This manifest </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617941062792754628&amp;postID=2493104765289136517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/2493104765289136517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/2493104765289136517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gletz.blogspot.com/2008/10/questions-in-my-finals.html' title='Questions in my Finals'/><author><name>Stories in my mind.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814740463785188413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SDONyyv8jaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dz_37VjQa9w/S220/aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617941062792754628.post-6358057854031216101</id><published>2008-10-31T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T01:12:16.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oriental philosophies</title><summary type='text'>BUDDHISM       What it's all about?                   &gt; Is a moral philosoply/ religionbase upon the teachings of Siddhartha Gautama.                                                  &gt; Buddha (from theancient Indian Languages of pali and Sanskrit) means "one who hasawakened". It is derived  from root                                                     budh" meaning " toawaken" or to  be </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617941062792754628&amp;postID=6358057854031216101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/6358057854031216101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/6358057854031216101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gletz.blogspot.com/2008/10/oriental-philosophies.html' title='oriental philosophies'/><author><name>Stories in my mind.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814740463785188413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SDONyyv8jaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dz_37VjQa9w/S220/aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SQq8bUDaSMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/hubcK7VQE7Q/s72-c/aaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617941062792754628.post-6833772229442202340</id><published>2008-09-29T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:58:56.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 hours around Bohol</title><summary type='text'>last saturday, i was absent from my 2 other classes for the first time. which rarely happened.. if it was just any regular saturday school day, i wouldn't be out of class. i was absent because, i went on tour around bohol as a special requirement for our advance earth science class. the whole went like this: i woke up at around 3am and ride a cab to pier 3 after an hour. the ship departed at 6 am</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617941062792754628&amp;postID=6833772229442202340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/6833772229442202340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/6833772229442202340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gletz.blogspot.com/2008/09/12-hours-around-bohol.html' title='12 hours around Bohol'/><author><name>Stories in my mind.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814740463785188413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SDONyyv8jaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dz_37VjQa9w/S220/aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SOGs81ZBszI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3C4Zo80ZbO8/s72-c/DSC00007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617941062792754628.post-2855976551405365369</id><published>2008-09-18T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T01:39:11.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I, the moaning agent</title><summary type='text'>being in a call center industry, it is our job to sound perky in our calls. I started as a senior representative last april 2007. the job opened alot of opportunities for me to discover talents i have never imagined i have. the first time i was able to listen my voice on a recorded conversation was so gawky. i have a different quality of voice; it's darker than a regular female's voice. it's not </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617941062792754628&amp;postID=2855976551405365369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/2855976551405365369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/2855976551405365369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gletz.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-moaning-agent.html' title='I, the moaning agent'/><author><name>Stories in my mind.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814740463785188413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SDONyyv8jaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dz_37VjQa9w/S220/aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SNNidBLSdCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/bTzj21Ndxqo/s72-c/BBB.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617941062792754628.post-8008272652200689048</id><published>2008-09-12T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T17:58:43.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>movie review: the emperor's club</title><summary type='text'>two weeks ago i watched a film with my classmates. it was a very touching movie fit for aspiring teachers and for people who holds idealism as a virtue.   The Emperor's club is an amazing movie that talks about a very idealistic teacher and his struggle to make his student's attitude change. The conflict started when a politician's son became one of his students. Mr. Hundert strongly believe that</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617941062792754628&amp;postID=8008272652200689048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/8008272652200689048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/8008272652200689048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gletz.blogspot.com/2008/09/movie-review-emperors-club.html' title='movie review: the emperor&apos;s club'/><author><name>Stories in my mind.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814740463785188413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SDONyyv8jaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dz_37VjQa9w/S220/aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SMsAigs5iyI/AAAAAAAAADs/dz2C9jA5L5U/s72-c/bbb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617941062792754628.post-82811923282199760</id><published>2008-09-12T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T08:18:40.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the mysterious cabbage water</title><summary type='text'>this is actually my assignment, i was too tired to make one and so i researched on this in the internet; thanks to the following sites: http://www.middleschoolscience.com/ (http://www.miamisci.org/)                      (www.About.com)Objectives:• to test household solutions with litmus paper • to test household solutions using red-cabbage juice indicator • to classify household substances as </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617941062792754628&amp;postID=82811923282199760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/82811923282199760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/82811923282199760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gletz.blogspot.com/2008/09/mysterious-cabbage-water.html' title='the mysterious cabbage water'/><author><name>Stories in my mind.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814740463785188413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SDONyyv8jaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dz_37VjQa9w/S220/aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SMqGN9LJGAI/AAAAAAAAADk/WIWJsM0vORg/s72-c/bbb.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617941062792754628.post-4932652995523061039</id><published>2008-08-27T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T02:00:26.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holding into my last lifeline</title><summary type='text'>today is my last day at work, and two days from now is our pay day! yehey!! you can say that i should be rejoicing right now because its only about two days. but unfortunately enough, i don't have the zeal to even come tonight because i don't have any money anymore, what is left right now is a 20 peso bill that i did not spend to make sure i can go home today without walking. im holding to this </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617941062792754628&amp;postID=4932652995523061039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/4932652995523061039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/4932652995523061039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gletz.blogspot.com/2008/08/holding-into-my-last-lifeline.html' title='holding into my last lifeline'/><author><name>Stories in my mind.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814740463785188413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SDONyyv8jaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dz_37VjQa9w/S220/aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SNNqArwho-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/cikc_090rBY/s72-c/aaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617941062792754628.post-2703736451125547586</id><published>2008-08-25T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T02:05:20.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i cannot take the pressure</title><summary type='text'>i feel like an idiot pressuring myself to make a blog at least once every week. but i've got my hands tied up with other stuffs so that made me so busy to even check my blogs and my other sites. i am going back to school, and take note for the past two weeks im having all my reports done and all my midterm exams taking place. it was a dreadful week and most of my time was spent if not work, sleep</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617941062792754628&amp;postID=2703736451125547586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/2703736451125547586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/2703736451125547586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gletz.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-cannot-take-pressure.html' title='i cannot take the pressure'/><author><name>Stories in my mind.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814740463785188413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SDONyyv8jaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dz_37VjQa9w/S220/aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SNNrK_Z1RNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3ZSO9CIZsYk/s72-c/aaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617941062792754628.post-5686648642587766404</id><published>2008-08-08T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T17:28:25.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a view on self-interest</title><summary type='text'>The identity of a person is determined through a lot of factors. As a social and rational being our behavior is greatly affected by the genes that we inherited from our ancestors and our surroundings. And as we learned to socialize with other people we acquire new traits and behavior both positive and negative. And getting the character into our system is either unintentional or intentional. It </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617941062792754628&amp;postID=5686648642587766404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/5686648642587766404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/5686648642587766404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gletz.blogspot.com/2008/08/view-on-self-interest.html' title='a view on self-interest'/><author><name>Stories in my mind.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814740463785188413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SDONyyv8jaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dz_37VjQa9w/S220/aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SJwF1nenvgI/AAAAAAAAADM/Yo-Ue-DfsIU/s72-c/bbb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617941062792754628.post-4832254845898169147</id><published>2008-08-03T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T08:50:21.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an addict in my representaion</title><summary type='text'>a bout a week and a half ago, i was so bored and so disperate to force myself to sleep. the  temperature is too high and  all my sweat were pouring like spring out of my body. i got up and grab my guitar. i strum, then i created a cycle of chords. then i keep on humming as my left fingers shifted from one chords to another. it was so unexpected of me to think of a song that voices out the feeling</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617941062792754628&amp;postID=4832254845898169147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/4832254845898169147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/4832254845898169147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gletz.blogspot.com/2008/08/addict-in-my-representaion.html' title='an addict in my representaion'/><author><name>Stories in my mind.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814740463785188413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SDONyyv8jaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dz_37VjQa9w/S220/aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617941062792754628.post-3296707355740787945</id><published>2008-07-25T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T01:44:02.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the music of love</title><summary type='text'>Never need to say that i am sorryi can see it in your eyesthey tell me you long for melike it's been a thousand yearsstill my love for you is unconditionalyou still mean so much to mejust say you love me it's more than enough come to me and forget everythingforget about the worldall we have is ourselvesfeeling each otherno more worriesas we dance the music of loveyou give me another life to live </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617941062792754628&amp;postID=3296707355740787945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/3296707355740787945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/3296707355740787945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gletz.blogspot.com/2008/07/music-of-love.html' title='the music of love'/><author><name>Stories in my mind.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814740463785188413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SDONyyv8jaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dz_37VjQa9w/S220/aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617941062792754628.post-966095557080664217</id><published>2008-07-24T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T01:39:30.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a coffin in my dream</title><summary type='text'>never had i experienced a dream that was so spooky. last night's dream was the creepiest dream i've ever had. the picture was unclear. it was a fast pacing scene that i can't really tell what started it and where it started. as  far as i can remember i was going home that time, i was so excited to get off from the bus that i wwas boarding. i ran to the house and as i dwell in the gate, i saw a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617941062792754628&amp;postID=966095557080664217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/966095557080664217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/966095557080664217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gletz.blogspot.com/2008/07/coffin-in-my-dream.html' title='a coffin in my dream'/><author><name>Stories in my mind.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814740463785188413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SDONyyv8jaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dz_37VjQa9w/S220/aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SJwGNJ0e1VI/AAAAAAAAADU/gcKCU3_ACXU/s72-c/ccc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617941062792754628.post-9012494790104615878</id><published>2008-06-26T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:03:11.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUTH! Are we succumb to grave starvation?</title><summary type='text'>With all the oil price hikes and with all the price strikes in every commodity, can third world countries, especially the Philippines, survive with rice scarcity? Checking the number of rice productivity of the country, with some numbers claimed to be enough, is it really enough to sustain the country within the next 10 years? 20 years?</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617941062792754628&amp;postID=9012494790104615878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/9012494790104615878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/9012494790104615878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gletz.blogspot.com/2008/06/truth-are-we-succumb-to-grave.html' title='TRUTH! Are we succumb to grave starvation?'/><author><name>Stories in my mind.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814740463785188413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SDONyyv8jaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dz_37VjQa9w/S220/aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SGRmLUa-2EI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ZEOJpr0ABT0/s72-c/aaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617941062792754628.post-8199400590705482119</id><published>2008-06-26T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T17:55:38.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one sweet banana cue</title><summary type='text'>i got off from the building where i work, at around 9 am. I ride a jeepney going to osmeña boulevard. i was so damned sleepy to open my eyes to see the faces of my co-passengers. i was there, setting at the very end of the seat near the driver's back. time to time, i would disturbed myself to act as awake everytime the jeepney comes into hault then, closed my eyes again. on the course of the 15 </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617941062792754628&amp;postID=8199400590705482119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/8199400590705482119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/8199400590705482119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gletz.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-sweet-banana-cue.html' title='one sweet banana cue'/><author><name>Stories in my mind.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814740463785188413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SDONyyv8jaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dz_37VjQa9w/S220/aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SGRfBA_VHyI/AAAAAAAAACs/PrEajpGM1B4/s72-c/ccc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617941062792754628.post-2289163329953445183</id><published>2008-06-06T22:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T00:42:23.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the song i sing</title><summary type='text'>most often than not, we find ourselves deeply carried away by certain songs when we are heartbroken than when we are in love. i haven't read any article that explains that nature. would the reason mainly be on the current emotion of the person? because, we see small things as huge when we are hurt. few words mean too much to us. everything we do, we always invest a parcel of how we feel, and we </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617941062792754628&amp;postID=2289163329953445183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/2289163329953445183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/2289163329953445183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gletz.blogspot.com/2008/06/song-i-sing.html' title='the song i sing'/><author><name>Stories in my mind.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814740463785188413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SDONyyv8jaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dz_37VjQa9w/S220/aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SEomOPztf_I/AAAAAAAAACk/ZY1L0wZ5lFI/s72-c/aaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617941062792754628.post-8979920900927628472</id><published>2008-06-01T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T02:54:08.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im scared............</title><summary type='text'>talking about unsual things, tickle one's hungry mind. some five weeks ago, i had this very unforgettable experience. this was not the first one that happened to me. at first i did not believe on it but as i encounter them more, the picture is getting clearer and clearer. it all started when i was in first year college when my cousin gazel happened to be my roommate. gazel has this very amazing </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617941062792754628&amp;postID=8979920900927628472&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/8979920900927628472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/8979920900927628472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gletz.blogspot.com/2008/06/scary.html' title='im scared............'/><author><name>Stories in my mind.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814740463785188413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SDONyyv8jaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dz_37VjQa9w/S220/aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SELPx-gKzCI/AAAAAAAAACc/03scQkmAuII/s72-c/shadow_people.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617941062792754628.post-8315391580207890925</id><published>2008-05-25T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T02:53:41.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who's to blame?</title><summary type='text'> This young girl is surrounded by trash at the dump site named Smokey Mountain in Manila, Philippines. At a very young age, she has tasted the cruel reality of life. Everyday, her family collects recyclable materials for a living.This depect the man's unequal sharing of opportunities, power and wealth. Accepting it as a fact, however, SHOULDN'T THIS LITTLE GIRL BE AT SCHOOL INSTEAD?</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617941062792754628&amp;postID=8315391580207890925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/8315391580207890925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/8315391580207890925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gletz.blogspot.com/2008/05/whos-to-be-blamed.html' title='who&apos;s to blame?'/><author><name>Stories in my mind.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814740463785188413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SDONyyv8jaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dz_37VjQa9w/S220/aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SDkxmxf6mmI/AAAAAAAAABA/rYpDQzaQctM/s72-c/aaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617941062792754628.post-3342212243833524079</id><published>2008-05-22T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T19:04:15.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>save me from the nothing i've become</title><summary type='text'>i've been pretending all along to the people who believe that i'm the strongest person that they can lean on. best actress is what i can call myself in this kind of art. since i was a kid, i already have plans of becoming someone great, someone that my family can be proud of. it's not that hard to live in that kind of ideology in the beginning. my parents see me as a responsible daughter, strong,</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617941062792754628&amp;postID=3342212243833524079&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/3342212243833524079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/3342212243833524079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gletz.blogspot.com/2008/05/save-me-form-nothing-ive-become.html' title='save me from the nothing i&apos;ve become'/><author><name>Stories in my mind.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814740463785188413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SDONyyv8jaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dz_37VjQa9w/S220/aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617941062792754628.post-8320664418427817229</id><published>2008-05-20T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T23:58:48.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God wanted me to be, not what i wanted to be...</title><summary type='text'>this has been a problem to me from the time that i asked myself about what will i wanna be in the future. i thought in the beginning that im already mature enough. but things did not went through as what i had expected. i took up a bachelor's degree in education majoring physics and chemistry, you might wanna asked why i chose this? since i did not grow up in a well-off family i need to look for </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617941062792754628&amp;postID=8320664418427817229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/8320664418427817229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/8320664418427817229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gletz.blogspot.com/2008/05/god-wanted-me-to-be-not-what-i-wanted.html' title='God wanted me to be, not what i wanted to be...'/><author><name>Stories in my mind.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814740463785188413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SDONyyv8jaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dz_37VjQa9w/S220/aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SDO8eCv8jdI/AAAAAAAAAAo/FBTFnWiJZIE/s72-c/aaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617941062792754628.post-8441285104342420456</id><published>2008-05-20T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T19:03:02.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boring story......</title><summary type='text'>it was not a starry night when i went out of the house going to our office. tired of using the same black korean shoes, so i picked up a striped red mario de' boro. It's 2 inches thick and 6 inches in size. it looked nice on my feet. i matched it with a pair of jeans and a v-neck cotton blouse with red stripes in the front. it was 10: 40 manila standard time and there i was very ready for work. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617941062792754628&amp;postID=8441285104342420456&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/8441285104342420456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617941062792754628/posts/default/8441285104342420456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gletz.blogspot.com/2008/05/boring-story.html' title='boring story......'/><author><name>Stories in my mind.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12814740463785188413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fDzmH4az5Nk/SDONyyv8jaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dz_37VjQa9w/S220/aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
