<?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-38405561</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:29:03.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;&gt;uMbReLLa&lt;&lt;&lt;</title><subtitle type='html'>...*:*...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byulchonsa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405561/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byulchonsa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>angeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03171088711540985369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h67/byulchonsa/gel.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38405561.post-116773106704696703</id><published>2007-01-02T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T01:45:58.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;&gt;StArT oF sOmEtHiNg NeW&lt;&lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"free"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; is what a teenager wants...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Freedom"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; is what a teenager craves for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;        Why some teenagers.... (Teka nga dinudugo na ilong ko hay naku ang hirap mag-englishhhh i cannot express my thoughts oh my goshhhhh...) ^___^*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt; Bakit ba gustong-gusto ng mga kabataan ang maging malaya??? Lintik na.... kaya na ba nila buhayin ang sarili nila??... (alam lang nila gumawa ng bagong buhay..) Marami diyan &lt;em&gt;pahiwalay-hiwalay&lt;/em&gt; kunwari sa pamilya nila pero lahat ng gastusin niya sa nanay at tatay pa rin niya hinihingi... mukhang ewan lang noh??... Yung iba naman nagpupumilit maging malaya pero kapag &lt;em&gt;nagkaproblema sa Syota&lt;/em&gt; sa pamilya pa rin bumabalik... (oh! no...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt; Hindi ba nila alam ang swerte nila kasi nandiyan lang yung mga nakakainis, nakakairita,mukhang ewan lang nilang mga magulang... Minsan &lt;em&gt;hindi nila alam&lt;/em&gt; na sila ang mas nakakainis,nakakairita at mga mukhang ewan kaysa sa magulang nila. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;            Sa totoo lang &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;inggit na inggit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ako sa mga kumpleto ang Pamilya... well how i wishh ako din... (+_-) pero hindi mo na nga mababalik ang nakaraan at lalong lalo na hindi mo mapapake-alamanan ang feeling nung erpats at ermats mo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;                               Basta ako.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;        I will start my life with something new...... (new clothes, new shoes, new boyfriend charringgggg...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;                                Hayyyyy naku... pero alam ko &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mahirap magsimula ng  panibagong buhay kung hindi mo pa natatapos ang mali sa past mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,.... Pero &lt;em&gt;mali din na magpakalunod ka sa past mooooo&lt;/em&gt;.... Baka kasi &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hindi ka na makaahon at maiwan ka na lang bigla at hindi namamalayan na tapos na ang lahat....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (*;*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38405561-116773106704696703?l=byulchonsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://byulchonsa.blogspot.com/feeds/116773106704696703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38405561&amp;postID=116773106704696703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405561/posts/default/116773106704696703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38405561/posts/default/116773106704696703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://byulchonsa.blogspot.com/2007/01/start-of-something-new.html' title='&gt;&gt;&gt;StArT oF sOmEtHiNg NeW&lt;&lt;&lt;'/><author><name>angeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03171088711540985369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h67/byulchonsa/gel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
