<?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-3744135</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:33:34.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGST</title><subtitle type='html'>sometimes, you have to take life's shit with a smile on your face AND AT SOME POINT, THROW IT BACK. 
as you can see, ma-angst akong tao. madaming issues. feeling madaming problema. e ano ngayon?
im pushing 30 so i'm losing my right to say that all these issues are wrought from quarter-life crisis...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>204</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-7652667992066812526</id><published>2009-02-11T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:23:34.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All original Mansioneers have left...</title><summary type='text'>PHASE1: CASA GHETTO Rap, Mac, Prime, Jaja, Me, Rica June 2000 - Dec 2000  - and Ghetto it was - with all the manong tricycles whizzing along the market roads, waking us up early in the morning, and eventually lulling us to sleep - with all the the ghetto drama: "pu!@#$%^** )(*mo! may babae ka na naman! papatayin kita!!!" among other things - with all the leaks in the roof... and having to feel so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7652667992066812526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=7652667992066812526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/7652667992066812526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/7652667992066812526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-original-mansioneers-have-left.html' title='All original Mansioneers have left...'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-3914452814796569660</id><published>2009-01-21T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:23:44.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*thanks to Yrmah, my facebook friend* -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1. Take a 10-30 minutes walk every day. And while you walk, smile. 2. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day. 3. Sleep for 7 hours. 4. Live with the 3 E's -- Energy, Enthusiasm, and Empathy. 5. Play more games. 6. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/3914452814796569660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=3914452814796569660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/3914452814796569660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/3914452814796569660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2009/01/tips-for-better-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-3976617069116731046</id><published>2009-01-14T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:24:06.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>by: Jimmy Fallon ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   i just heard this from my old collection of mp3s.  it made me laugh. can relate? =P   ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   I know what you want, and I know what you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/3976617069116731046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=3976617069116731046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/3976617069116731046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/3976617069116731046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2009/01/idiot-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-1409917679768285665</id><published>2008-12-08T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:10:12.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>people in our lives</title><summary type='text'>in life you will realize that the people you meet have a purpose. some were put there to test you, some would use you, some would teach you, and some would bring out the better if not the best in you.. some may even cause u pain &amp; heartache..  but one must learn to move on.. so let go of the people who don't treat you right and hold on to those who love you back and see your worth.&lt;!-- multiply:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/1409917679768285665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=1409917679768285665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/1409917679768285665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/1409917679768285665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2008/12/people-in-our-lives.html' title='people in our lives'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-2388620210525423990</id><published>2008-12-02T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:28:10.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last night, i was reviewing my photos... i realized that i can never escape from my past. no matter how i want to start from a clean slate...  i'm not frustrated that i cant.  i just realized that i can never start from scratch. there will always be baggage. we shed some along the way. but we always carry their traces... the weird thing is, i don't feel scarred. i know i can still fall in love. i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/2388620210525423990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=2388620210525423990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/2388620210525423990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/2388620210525423990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-pain-but-unscarred.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-7019849729016718242</id><published>2008-12-01T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:53:17.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lessons to learn, relearn, and learn yet again...</title><summary type='text'>thanks, Mickee =)   LOVING EACH OTHER: Some Solicited Advice    Don't think in terms of forever. Think of now, and forever will take care of itself. Grow up together, constantly. Expect to invest a great deal of time and energy in your relationship. Lasting relationships don't just happen, they are created. Recognize that all relationships cannot be forever. Recognize their temporary quality, but</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7019849729016718242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=7019849729016718242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/7019849729016718242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/7019849729016718242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2008/12/lessons-to-learn-relearn-and-learn-yet_01.html' title='lessons to learn, relearn, and learn yet again...'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-2788789009827796160</id><published>2008-11-21T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:28:54.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, JLo is in it... this is in one of my favorite movies. here's one of the reasons why...“All these promises that we make and we break...Why is it that you think people get married?Because we need a witness to our lives. There's a billion people on the planet, I mean what does any one life really mean? But in a marriage, you're promising to care about everything...the good things, the bad things</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/2788789009827796160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=2788789009827796160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/2788789009827796160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/2788789009827796160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-is-it-that-you-think-people-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-6450534123103099151</id><published>2008-11-20T19:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:29:11.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "Once the decision has been made, don’t look back.  Do not second-guess, and do not regret a decision.  Put the "what ifs" aside.  It was the right thing to do at the time.  Now focus on what is right at this time."&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/6450534123103099151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=6450534123103099151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/6450534123103099151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/6450534123103099151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-making-decisions_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-2108438630176376909</id><published>2008-11-18T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:00:43.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't wait for my life to begin</title><summary type='text'>it's strange. i feel sad. but i do feel at peace right now. knowing that i can be anywhere i want to be, knowing that i have a choice on how my life should pan out. i think that's the peace im looking for.  does that mean i know what i want? no, not yet. but you never really know, do you? i will find that out, someday. and i will make mistakes along the way. like i said, i will surely disappoint </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/2108438630176376909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=2108438630176376909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/2108438630176376909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/2108438630176376909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2008/11/can-wait-for-my-life-to-begin.html' title='can&amp;#39;t wait for my life to begin'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-370593576316279029</id><published>2008-11-14T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T06:40:54.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the right decision</title><summary type='text'>Thanks, Ja."How will you know if you have made the right decision? Answer: It's when you picked the harder choice yet your heart is at peace."  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/370593576316279029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=370593576316279029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/370593576316279029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/370593576316279029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2008/11/right-decision.html' title='the right decision'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-4506837055840202265</id><published>2008-11-12T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:01:57.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>coincidences</title><summary type='text'> "...life is composed of a series of coincidences over which we have no control...how we respond, the actions we take in the face of these coincidences, makes all the difference... all these decisions had brought me to my current place in life." ~ John Perkins from Confessions of an Economic Hitman&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/4506837055840202265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=4506837055840202265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/4506837055840202265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/4506837055840202265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2008/11/coincidences.html' title='coincidences'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-8177391368617371767</id><published>2008-11-10T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:14:44.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do I Deal</title><summary type='text'>Everyday I wake up  To another day gone by Nothing but the open road  And a never ending why Anything can happen yeah  But nothing never does I try to change It's kind of strange  The same as it ever was  But look at us   How do I deal with you.  How do I deal with me When I Don't even know myself  Or what it is you want from me How do I deal with us  How do I know what's real When I don't even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/8177391368617371767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=8177391368617371767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/8177391368617371767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/8177391368617371767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-do-i-deal.html' title='How do I Deal'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-3337251799835504730</id><published>2008-10-30T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:43:49.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>before I forget (excerpt 1)</title><summary type='text'>An excerpt from the latest book I finished.   ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   There are two moments in the relationship with every woman I have known in my life, which have brought me closer to understanding – even if it was without ever fully getting there – what it means to be alive.     </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/3337251799835504730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=3337251799835504730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/3337251799835504730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/3337251799835504730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2008/10/before-i-forget-excerpt-1.html' title='before I forget (excerpt 1)'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-8030649541977676805</id><published>2008-10-16T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T19:16:22.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Have you ever wondered why the Bible doesn't say, 'Wives, love your husbands?"</title><summary type='text'>something i picked up, of all places, from Facebook.   --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Two days ago, I had an ecumenical meeting with President Gloria and various religious leaders in the country (even Muslim leaders). That was where I spoke to Bishop Ruben Abante, the head of the Alliance of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/8030649541977676805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=8030649541977676805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/8030649541977676805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/8030649541977676805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-ever-wondered-why-bible-doesn-say.html' title='&amp;quot;Have you ever wondered why the Bible doesn&amp;#39;t say, &amp;#39;Wives, love your husbands?&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-1459333947050074717</id><published>2008-09-29T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:54:10.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goldilocks gone...</title><summary type='text'>i lost my mala-goldilocks hair to a totally inept Singaporean stylist who either couldn't understand my proper unaccented English or had no idea what the hell she was doing. from long, soft, curly hair down to bra length... TO short, perenially flying-away layered bob with the longest strand of hair stopping at the base of my neck. i guess this is what Singaporean stylists call "trim", which is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/1459333947050074717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=1459333947050074717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/1459333947050074717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/1459333947050074717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2008/09/goldilocks-gone.html' title='goldilocks gone...'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-824323370610620540</id><published>2008-09-10T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:23:03.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>missing my friends...</title><summary type='text'>it's true what they say, you can never fully appreciate something or someone until it's gone. now that i'm separated from my old and good friends, friends who i literally grew up with, i miss their company, even if it just means sharing a tub of cheap ice cream or a bag of chips while watching a cheesy Korean movie. it's fun to reminisce about all the stupid things we did while we were young(er):</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/824323370610620540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=824323370610620540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/824323370610620540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/824323370610620540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2008/09/missing-my-friends.html' title='missing my friends...'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-7409628263097427482</id><published>2008-09-10T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:29:32.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boys, read on. swaaaaabeeeeh! XD</title><summary type='text'>Link  Biblical pick-up lines (????)&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7409628263097427482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=7409628263097427482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/7409628263097427482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/7409628263097427482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2008/09/boys-read-on-swaaaaabeeeeh-xd.html' title='boys, read on. swaaaaabeeeeh! XD'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-966774877767466319</id><published>2008-09-07T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:14:08.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK, so I'm very delayed. if not for terrible migraine, combined with early siesta and ibuprofen, which caused my head to spin yet prevented me from sleeping it off last night, i wouldn't have seen this movie. yes, i cried while watching. but i don't know if it was the movie or my imploding head, or me, or everything.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/966774877767466319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=966774877767466319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/966774877767466319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/966774877767466319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2008/09/there-something-about-juno.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-5650431989137343594</id><published>2008-09-04T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:08:36.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a conversation between me (10 yrs ng may BF) and a friend (ngayon lang nagka-GF. ever.). my answer doesn't suggest that i'm an expert. well, he asked. =P-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Friend: cge nga... pano ka nakasisiguro na you're in love?&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt; Me: Hmmm. it's different for me than most people i guess.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/5650431989137343594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=5650431989137343594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/5650431989137343594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/5650431989137343594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2008/09/pano-ka-nakasisiguro-na-you-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-3479396899857173691</id><published>2008-08-20T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:54:59.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no time for stillness</title><summary type='text'>the past year has been a ... rollercoaster ride of sorts.i was flung from boredom, staring at my room's ceiling... to don't-have-time-to-barely-sleep, or fix my bed or my laundry.  i was suddenly flung into chaos. or maybe i chose to be...some nights, i feel myself longing for time to just stop, for the world not to move, for a chance not to think, for stillness...&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/3479396899857173691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=3479396899857173691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/3479396899857173691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/3479396899857173691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-time-for-stillness.html' title='no time for stillness'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-3779776033623810354</id><published>2008-07-27T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T18:39:26.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE...</title><summary type='text'>As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/3779776033623810354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=3779776033623810354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/3779776033623810354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/3779776033623810354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2008/07/life.html' title='LIFE...'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-114849131743839200</id><published>2008-07-03T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:16:50.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not a convenient choice.</title><summary type='text'>People do not understand why I took this risk. Why I even encouraged it.  Here is why: I do not want to be chosen just because I've been here for the longest time, or because it's troublesome to look and choose, or because it's such a waste to throw away the long years together.  I do not want to be chosen just because of there's a lack of option. Or if there are options, I want them considered. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114849131743839200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=114849131743839200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/114849131743839200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/114849131743839200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-not-convenient-choice.html' title='I am not a convenient choice.'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-4434256904964332092</id><published>2008-06-04T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:36:00.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lundagin mo, beybeh...</title><summary type='text'>I couldnt sleep last night. So I was thought in the dark and asked myself yet again why I was where I was. And why B couldn't seem to understand. I realized that ever since college, I haven't really formed a "me" because I always had to consider other people: my family and B. I dont think I regret doing that, especially for B. I know I became a better person because of him. It's just the reality </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/4434256904964332092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=4434256904964332092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/4434256904964332092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/4434256904964332092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2008/06/lundagin-mo-beybeh.html' title='Lundagin mo, beybeh...'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-4939751779480705316</id><published>2008-06-03T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T19:15:16.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>remember this?</title><summary type='text'> remember this? This was taken June 2000, 2 months after graduation at San Salvador Island in Zambales. We slept on the hard papag of a humble hut owned by the caretaker of the marine sanctuary just a few feet away from the shore. I had to go on a Friday night with Rap because I was already working then (turned out to be a bad decision). Pau, Jaja, Jake were happily unemployed then.   we were so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/4939751779480705316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=4939751779480705316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/4939751779480705316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/4939751779480705316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2008/06/remember-this.html' title='remember this?'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-25521353013861383</id><published>2008-04-29T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T00:13:04.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IF</title><summary type='text'>got this from cyberspace. thought it would be nice to share...&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;   -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If I am what I have and if I lose what I have, who then am I?  ~ Erich Fromm    Here are 30 “if statements” worth learning if you have the intentions of leading a more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/25521353013861383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=25521353013861383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/25521353013861383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/25521353013861383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2008/04/if_29.html' title='IF'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-7728648142871918991</id><published>2008-04-29T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T00:07:39.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IF</title><summary type='text'>got this from cyberspace. thought it would be nice to share...   --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If I am what I have and if I lose what I have, who then am I?&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt; - Erich Fromm    Here are 30 “if statements” worth learning </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7728648142871918991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=7728648142871918991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/7728648142871918991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/7728648142871918991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2008/04/if.html' title='IF'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-1581904285023502317</id><published>2008-04-20T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T21:45:55.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RELATIONSHIP 101 (by hopefulrealist)</title><summary type='text'>I stumbled upon this blog, thanks to my friend who, like most of us, are thinking about her current relationship.   Some of you may know the blogger.  Please extend my thanks.   In the dark, hazy, crazy maze of relationships, snippets like these are always welcome. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/1581904285023502317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=1581904285023502317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/1581904285023502317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/1581904285023502317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2008/04/relationship-101-by-hopefulrealist.html' title='RELATIONSHIP 101 (by hopefulrealist)'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-212806513594145276</id><published>2008-04-08T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T01:11:39.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwritten</title><summary type='text'>&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;Too bad I cannot post the mp3. (actually got a message from multiply that i posted a music file that "violated" intellectual property rights. gasp! not because i didn't know about this, but because they actually impose the "rule". hahhaa. takot ko lang ma-shutdown. so mega-erase... )   ------------------------------------</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/212806513594145276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=212806513594145276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/212806513594145276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/212806513594145276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2008/04/unwritten.html' title='Unwritten'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-398971252938201587</id><published>2008-03-16T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T03:08:04.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what we do not have ...</title><summary type='text'>It is in man’s nature to be unsatisfied with what he is, or what he has right now.  Whoever said this had it right.  No matter how successful we are, no matter how much money we have, how much clutter and mess we’ve amassed, we are never satisfied.  We always look for what we do not have.  We always want more.  We always look into the ‘what-ifs’.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/398971252938201587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=398971252938201587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/398971252938201587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/398971252938201587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-we-do-not-have.html' title='what we do not have ...'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-7666727343521530392</id><published>2008-02-25T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T23:01:30.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>are you strong enough to be my man? </title><summary type='text'>listen God, I feel like hell tonightTears of rage I cannot fightI’d be the last to help you understandAre you strong enough to be my man? Nothing’s true and nothing’s rightSo let me be alone tonightCause you can’t change the way I amAre you strong enough to be my man? Lie to meI promise I’ll believeLie to meBut please don’t leaveI have a face I cannot showI make the rules up as I goIt’s try and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7666727343521530392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=7666727343521530392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/7666727343521530392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/7666727343521530392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2008/02/are-you-strong-enough-to-be-my-man.html' title='are you strong enough to be my man? '/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-296095509004364111</id><published>2008-02-20T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T07:15:42.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tonight I can write the saddest lines ~ pablo neruda</title><summary type='text'>Write, for example,'The night is shattered&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt; and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'   The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.   Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.   Through nights like this one I held her in my arms I kissed her again and again under the endless </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/296095509004364111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=296095509004364111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/296095509004364111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/296095509004364111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2008/02/tonight-i-can-write-saddest-lines-pablo.html' title='tonight I can write the saddest lines ~ pablo neruda'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-1615819913371787531</id><published>2008-02-01T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T06:27:16.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DID I MARRY THE RIGHT PERSON?</title><summary type='text'>By: Bo Sanchez &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;------------------------------------------- i'm sure somebody posted this already. but i'm reposting it again, for all those who are married, contemplating marriage or in a long-time relationship, even a short one. something to think about. =) -------------------------------------------   During one of our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/1615819913371787531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=1615819913371787531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/1615819913371787531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/1615819913371787531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2008/02/did-i-marry-right-person.html' title='DID I MARRY THE RIGHT PERSON?'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-2397890490231187875</id><published>2008-01-29T13:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T18:32:37.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What about love?</title><summary type='text'>Being in a relationship is hard.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;   You are forced to become mature, to face insecurities, to settle your issues.  To learn how to compromise.  To see things his way and try to understand.  To bend over backwards.  To listen.  To be patient.  To swallow your pride.  To learn how to say “I’m sorry,” and mean it.   You need </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/2397890490231187875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=2397890490231187875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/2397890490231187875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/2397890490231187875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-about-love_8784.html' title='What about love?'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-1212178959819250728</id><published>2008-01-29T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T18:32:15.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What about love?</title><summary type='text'>Being in a relationship is hard.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;   You are forced to become mature, to face insecurities, to settle your issues.  To learn how to compromise.  To see things his way and try to understand.  To bend over backwards.  To listen.  To be patient.  To swallow your pride.  To learn how to say “I’m sorry,” and mean it.   You need </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/1212178959819250728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=1212178959819250728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/1212178959819250728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/1212178959819250728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-about-love_29.html' title='What about love?'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-7491692161527965489</id><published>2008-01-29T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T18:31:50.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What about love?</title><summary type='text'>Being in a relationship is hard.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;   You are forced to become mature, to face insecurities, to settle your issues.  To learn how to compromise.  To see things his way and try to understand.  To bend over backwards.  To listen.  To be patient.  To swallow your pride.  To learn how to say “I’m sorry,” and mean it.   You need </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7491692161527965489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=7491692161527965489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/7491692161527965489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/7491692161527965489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-about-love.html' title='What about love?'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-6982041072748725070</id><published>2008-01-11T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T03:44:42.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moalboal, Cebu (12.2007)</title><summary type='text'>  I love discovering new places. planning for a trip is both a joy and a chore for me. i get excited at the possibilities, but I also get stressed if there isn’t enough information. So as a public service (hahaha), I am posting the details of my Moalboal trip.  I only wish that other travelers are as OC and generous as me.  Hehehe.     It's a funny coincidence that I started doing this for my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/6982041072748725070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=6982041072748725070' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/6982041072748725070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/6982041072748725070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2008/01/moalboal-cebu-122007.html' title='Moalboal, Cebu (12.2007)'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-7088509570540033242</id><published>2008-01-02T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T07:59:58.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts on my bday</title><summary type='text'> I turn 29 years old today.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt; I find myself at a loss for words on how to describe being 29 and so close to 30, the “dreaded” age.  At a loss, maybe because I’ve accepted this reality, and I am actually at peace.  I feel a certain stillness and quiet (which hopefully will not turn out to be “the calm before the storm”).  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7088509570540033242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=7088509570540033242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/7088509570540033242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/7088509570540033242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2008/01/thoughts-on-my-bday.html' title='thoughts on my bday'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-4071521407878751324</id><published>2007-12-13T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T06:50:41.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the heart of life is good</title><summary type='text'>sometimes life takes a sudden turn. we're caught be surprise and stumble.  but we learn to get up and try to figure out where we’re headed.  and hopefully enjoy the ride.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;   ---------------------------------------------------   i hate to see you cry  lying there in that position  there's things you need to hear  so turn </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/4071521407878751324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=4071521407878751324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/4071521407878751324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/4071521407878751324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/12/heart-of-life-is-good.html' title='the heart of life is good'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-131179424405790029</id><published>2007-11-14T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T21:18:55.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love is tricky...</title><summary type='text'>Love is tricky It is never mundane or daily. You can never get used to it. You have to walk with it,  then let it walk with you. You can never balk. It moves you like the tide. It takes you out to sea,  then lays you on the beach again. Today’s struggling pain is the foundation for a certain stride through the heavens. You can run from it, But you can never say no. It includes everyone. &lt;?xml:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/131179424405790029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=131179424405790029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/131179424405790029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/131179424405790029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-is-tricky.html' title='love is tricky...'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-100832262459844225</id><published>2007-11-05T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T04:18:40.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Lee's LUST CAUTION trailer</title><summary type='text'>got this link from Borj. http://barrioheiress.multiply.com/video/item/51/Ang_Lees_LUST_CAUTION_Trailer sana ipalabas dito without the cuts. asa pa ako...&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/100832262459844225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=100832262459844225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/100832262459844225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/100832262459844225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/11/ang-lee-lust-caution-trailer.html' title='Ang Lee&amp;#39;s LUST CAUTION trailer'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-9083533712687036002</id><published>2007-10-31T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T19:14:59.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a WOMAN's right to refuse arrest</title><summary type='text'>   got this from a college friend's multiply. spread this to all the girls you know. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The right to refuse .. (sa 'PINAS to ha..)Please pass this on to your wife, girlfriends; and ladies, you may want to forward this to any female relatives who may need to know this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/9083533712687036002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=9083533712687036002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/9083533712687036002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/9083533712687036002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/10/woman-right-to-refuse-arrest.html' title='a WOMAN&amp;#39;s right to refuse arrest'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-2074083151798222129</id><published>2007-10-28T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T01:22:33.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness is ...</title><summary type='text'>I am but a simple girl.  Mababaw lang ang kaligayahan ko.  So here is a list of simple things that make me “happy” lately:  &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;   hearing heavy rain splatter on the parking lot tin roof folding the last piece of freshly washed and dried laundry finding out that Haagen Daz Strawberry Cheesecake is finally available after 2 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/2074083151798222129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=2074083151798222129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/2074083151798222129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/2074083151798222129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/10/happiness-is.html' title='happiness is ...'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-966773535662536981</id><published>2007-10-24T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T08:16:44.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baaad day...</title><summary type='text'>It’s just quarter before noon, and yet I’m already swearing to the heavens for how the day is turning out.  &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;   I just had caught Bus 139 when I suddenly remembered not blowing off the candle on my shelf beside the bed.  Since the candle was above a stack of books, the mental image of the lit candle toppling over and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/966773535662536981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=966773535662536981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/966773535662536981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/966773535662536981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/10/baaad-day.html' title='Baaad day...'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-8452427376974052963</id><published>2007-10-08T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T06:44:10.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Analysis: does it really come to this?</title><summary type='text'>&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;sometimes, we wonder "where" we are in our life. it's amazing to find links that actually measure life's success.  based on what and who? I was curious, so I took the test and here are the results. no reason to jump off a cliff.  but of course, there is always room for improvement, big rooms in fact or a whole flat. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/8452427376974052963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=8452427376974052963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/8452427376974052963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/8452427376974052963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-life-analysis-does-it-really-come-to.html' title='My Life Analysis: does it really come to this?'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-2732552274033425822</id><published>2007-10-03T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T08:36:08.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEMAND TO ABC AND DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES --  PINOYS UNITE!  SIGN THE PETITION!</title><summary type='text'>Link http://trueasiatiktribe.multiply.com/reviews/item/5 wow, di ako makap-react ng maayos. pero it seems madami na ang galit about this. how dare the writes make some off-hand comment like that. such ignoramuses...&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/2732552274033425822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=2732552274033425822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/2732552274033425822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/2732552274033425822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/10/demand-to-abc-and-desperate-housewives.html' title='DEMAND TO ABC AND DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES --  PINOYS UNITE!  SIGN THE PETITION!'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-7640339474579129583</id><published>2007-09-29T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T04:16:45.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>big girls don't cry</title><summary type='text'>... I hope you know, I hope you knowThat this has nothing to do with youIt's personal, myself and IWe've got some straightenin' out to doAnd I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanketBut I've got to get a move on with my lifeIt's time to be a big girl nowAnd big girls don't cryDon't cryThe path that I'm walkingI must go aloneI must take the baby steps 'til I'm full grown, full </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7640339474579129583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=7640339474579129583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/7640339474579129583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/7640339474579129583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/09/big-girls-don-cry.html' title='big girls don&amp;#39;t cry'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-3957788955100679839</id><published>2007-09-28T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T12:14:35.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>head over feet...</title><summary type='text'>9 years and 6 months ago, this song faintly crept from joanna ang's room into my mind... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I had no choice but to hear you &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt; You stated your case time and again  I thought about it    You treat me like I'm a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/3957788955100679839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=3957788955100679839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/3957788955100679839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/3957788955100679839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/09/head-over-feet.html' title='head over feet...'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-5808632799052506874</id><published>2007-09-24T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T09:03:49.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you're getting old when... (shamelessly grabbed from MAC) =P</title><summary type='text'> Mac! I just had to copy this! Mega in-denial na nakaka-relate na ako. LOL! xD -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1. Your houseplants are actually alive.          2. Having sex in a twin bed is out of the question.  3. You keep more food than air in the fridge. &gt;&gt; and you learn to cook too, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/5808632799052506874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=5808632799052506874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/5808632799052506874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/5808632799052506874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-know-you-getting-old-when.html' title='You know you&amp;#39;re getting old when... (shamelessly grabbed from MAC) =P'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-1820593807898116457</id><published>2007-09-24T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T08:50:43.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SILENCE</title><summary type='text'>This is one of the many memorable sections in Hillary Clinton's autobiog "Living History", my MRT reading material for the past month... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Too many women in too many countries speak the same language of silence.  My grandmother was always silent, always aggrieved. Only her husband had the cosmic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/1820593807898116457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=1820593807898116457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/1820593807898116457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/1820593807898116457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/09/silence.html' title='SILENCE'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-2201105982423924358</id><published>2007-09-22T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T19:30:40.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 20 Hot Female Athletes</title><summary type='text'>currently my role models. see them at Barstool Sports.  Mejo "macho" (to the point of being bastos) nga lang ang tone ng article. But he may be telling the truth.  These are chicks of brawn and beauty. So who says that these two should be mutually exclusive? Case in point: Lokelani McMichael (triathlon) enviable hotness.&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/2201105982423924358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=2201105982423924358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/2201105982423924358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/2201105982423924358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/09/top-20-hot-female-athletes.html' title='Top 20 Hot Female Athletes'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-4741376965425278996</id><published>2007-09-22T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T18:53:12.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I had my life to live over</title><summary type='text'>"If I had my life to live over, &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt; I'd dare to make more mistakes next time. I'd relax;  I'd limber up.  I would be sillier than I have been this trip.  I would take fewer things seriously.  I would take more chances.  I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers.  I would eat more ice cream and less beans.  I would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/4741376965425278996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=4741376965425278996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/4741376965425278996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/4741376965425278996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-i-had-my-life-to-live-over.html' title='If I had my life to live over'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-2836297789710277382</id><published>2007-09-19T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T07:33:53.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I love You...</title><summary type='text'>&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;  I’m up there waiting for you to come down the aisle And I know that you don’t want to come I know you don’t want to come But that you’ll come anyway because you love me  and if I love you if I love  You not the woman that I’m trying to make you be not the woman that I hope you’d become but you if I did, I wouldn’t be up</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/2836297789710277382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=2836297789710277382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/2836297789710277382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/2836297789710277382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-i-love-you.html' title='If I love You...'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-5954981768021392944</id><published>2007-09-19T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T07:29:08.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burke’s Wedding Vows</title><summary type='text'>&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;  I could promise to hold you and cherish you I could promise to be there in sickness and in health I could say till death do us part But I won’t  Those vows are for optimistic couples The ones full of hope And I do not stand here on my wedding day optimistic or full of hope I am not optimistic, I am not hopeful I am sure</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/5954981768021392944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=5954981768021392944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/5954981768021392944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/5954981768021392944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/09/burkes-wedding-vows.html' title='Burke’s Wedding Vows'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-8198925946639152100</id><published>2007-09-19T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T06:52:05.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my favorite Christina Yang moment</title><summary type='text'>  I was right I swear I believed what I did was right I don’t want you to forgive me Frankly I’d find it patronizing if you did Because while I know I was right You think I’m wrong Which doesn’t matter Because I’m in this I’m in this for the long haul And I’m in this to finish the race So if that means I don’t win this one Then fine, I don’t win You win. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/8198925946639152100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=8198925946639152100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/8198925946639152100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/8198925946639152100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-favorite-christina-yang-moment.html' title='my favorite Christina Yang moment'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-3669313724077938729</id><published>2007-09-18T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T05:51:37.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>... it's the school I CHOOSE.</title><summary type='text'>today, the Eagles lost against the Archers ...  why does the basketball team have this psychological problem?  Just when the team makes a big win, a bigger slump is almost always sure to follow.  I have noticed this pattern for years now, starting when the team got strong circa late-1990's (nung nasa college pa ako).  And this problem persists even with the string of stellar coaches and players.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/3669313724077938729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=3669313724077938729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/3669313724077938729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/3669313724077938729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-school-i-choose.html' title='... it&amp;#39;s the school I CHOOSE.'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-3985219925680279383</id><published>2007-09-13T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T06:40:25.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to ...</title><summary type='text'>1. run silly under the rain 2. feel the wind in my hair 3. bury my feet under Bora's cool, white, fine sand 4. spend an entire day lazing on the beach 5. eat Margherita pizza and drink ice cold San Miguel while watching the sun set 6. reach the peak of Mt. Apo 7. not stop dreaming 8. be understood 9. be patient 10. try new things 11. remember 12. stop being busy and just live 13. make things less</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/3985219925680279383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=3985219925680279383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/3985219925680279383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/3985219925680279383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-want-to.html' title='i want to ...'/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-6369403512929446345</id><published>2007-08-29T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T06:19:51.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HARANA...Minsan, may isang dalaga. Nasa kolehiyo sya, second year. Kagagaling nya lang sa probinsya para sa pasko at bagong taon. At kaka-birthday nya lang din. Kaya nang mag-aya ang barkada nyang mag-ice cream sa Eagle’s park sa gitna ng baseball field, sumama sya. Kahit pa may kailangan syang tapusing program para kinabukasan.Pagdating sa Eagle’s park, nandun din ang binatang nanliligaw sa </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/6369403512929446345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=6369403512929446345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/6369403512929446345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/6369403512929446345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/08/harana.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Ct_0JUiZYw/RtVx7PF6zjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/llyyXntekYk/s72-c/1998+Harana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-4364657072124322064</id><published>2007-08-27T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T06:14:26.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NOT-SO-VITAL STATISTICSI posted the entry below on Jul 7, '06 6:22 AM. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;After 1 year, 1 month, and 20 days, I'm proud to say that I've finally achieved my ideal weight (operative word = "my"). Still working on the "statistics" though. Hahahaa. What did I do? - went to &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/4364657072124322064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=4364657072124322064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/4364657072124322064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/4364657072124322064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/08/not-so-vital-statistics-sequel.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-609352998165556984</id><published>2007-08-25T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T02:13:31.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Zodiac Sign &amp; Sex: which one are you?Got this in my email. So funny!  Who makes up this stuff???Btw, I am a CAPRICORN.  24 years of bad luck?  Madaya! Hence, this post. Ahahahaa!------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------SCORPIO:. The sex addictCan be mean. EXTREMELY sexy. Intelligent. Energetic. Predict future. Most erotic. Freak in bed. GREAT </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/609352998165556984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=609352998165556984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/609352998165556984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/609352998165556984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/08/your-zodiac-sign-sex-which-one-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-8088972444124122040</id><published>2007-08-23T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T04:53:59.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got this message from a dear friend.  Though at first I thought it was more apt for what she's going through, I felt that the article hit me too.Am I waiting? For what? To be ready? To grow up?  I'm also waiting for an answer...THE SACRAMENT OF WAITINGby James Donelan, SJThe English poet John Milton once wrote that those who serve only stand and wait. I think I would go further and say that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/8088972444124122040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=8088972444124122040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/8088972444124122040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/8088972444124122040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-got-this-message-from-dear-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-8340025105246182200</id><published>2007-08-17T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T21:11:49.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FIRSTS &amp; LASTSso because of boredom, i have resorted to being attached to my laptop the whole morning just searching and reading about anything in cyberspace. i resolved to finish this online training for work, but the weather is so perfect for just chillin: rain, makulimlim, malamig... perfect reason to blend with the sheets.the list below is one of the useless things i got from Friendster (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/8340025105246182200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=8340025105246182200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/8340025105246182200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/8340025105246182200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/08/firsts-lasts-so-because-of-boredom-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-8298244901654654771</id><published>2007-08-15T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T08:37:09.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TRUE or FALSE?(from Raffy's bulletin. comment ko ung mga naka-italicize)Girl facts:When you catch a girl glancing at you, she wants you to look back and smileWhen a girl bumps into your arm while walking with you she wants you to hold her handWhen she wants a hug she will just stand thereWhen u break a girls heart she still feels it even when you see each other 3 years later (hindi lang 3 years..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/8298244901654654771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=8298244901654654771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/8298244901654654771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/8298244901654654771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/08/true-or-false-from-raffys-bulletin.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-5333041028666419044</id><published>2007-08-13T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T06:46:54.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BOREDOM... is a STATE of MINDBakit nga ba ako bored? After 2 months, ngayon ko lang na-feel ang desperation ng boredom.  Ang OA.  But really, parang ang hirap mag-isip ng gagawin.  I have things to do like offline research and study for work, errands, house chores, and all the admin stuff.  But in terms of necessary activities for "self-actualization" like fun and leisure, parang wala akong </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/5333041028666419044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=5333041028666419044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/5333041028666419044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/5333041028666419044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/08/boredom.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-7184364616450691626</id><published>2007-08-04T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T09:55:37.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cute... got this from Paolo Dy's blog. Title: "Love &amp; Friendship" in one photo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7184364616450691626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=7184364616450691626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/7184364616450691626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/7184364616450691626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/08/cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4Ct_0JUiZYw/RrSvFbDhr9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/PPEwwfamdak/s72-c/love+%26+friendship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-2702654682483479639</id><published>2007-08-03T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T20:48:55.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ateneo survey of sorts(grabbed from karla who grabbed from noel who grabbed from lala)  1. What's your ID number? nakalimutan ko na...2. Passed or wait-listed? Passed 3. How did you know about the ACET results? We all went to the Guidance Counselor’s office4. Was Ateneo your first choice? Yes (because of my mom). Then UP. I would’ve gone to UP also but my mom was scared that I’ll turn out an “</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/2702654682483479639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=2702654682483479639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/2702654682483479639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/2702654682483479639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/08/ateneo-survey-of-sorts-grabbed-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Ct_0JUiZYw/RrP2rbDhr8I/AAAAAAAAAJM/xhXEkFxsBkc/s72-c/group3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-4631542610944414518</id><published>2007-07-26T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T07:56:47.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Proof?Even when I was still in Manila &amp; thinking about working here in Singapore, I’ve begun to ask myself if I don’t love him enough to stay, if don’t love him enough to be happy wherever he is. I faced these questions because I felt like everybody was suggesting that I don’t love him enough, that I am not happy with us, that I’m making the wrong decision, that I might lose him, or he might lose</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/4631542610944414518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=4631542610944414518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/4631542610944414518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/4631542610944414518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/07/proof-even-when-i-was-still-in-manila.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Ct_0JUiZYw/Rqiz-rDhr5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZjllqmInSIU/s72-c/P5310027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-1026845434749451771</id><published>2007-07-25T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T05:29:18.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ah, MEN ...-- this was taken from Robbie's friendster bulletin.  some girls might think that these rules are so ... inane or downright disgusting and offending, but i had a blast reading it.  maybe i think too much like a man...DUDE RULES: TO BE STRICTLY FOLLOWEDPart II1. Thou shall not rent the movie Chocolat.2. When you are queried by a dude's wife, girlfriend, mother, father, priest, shrink, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/1026845434749451771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=1026845434749451771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/1026845434749451771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/1026845434749451771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/07/ah-men.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-137626153080331254</id><published>2007-07-18T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T06:50:26.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>48 days  hazy at clarke quay. taken by dino.it's been 48 days since i first set foot as an OFW in this country. here's a disorganized list of my thoughts and what happened to me:1) work has been OK. i just finished my last deliverable last night. hurrah. 2) now, i need to learn SAP. fast. stress... stress...3) my bosses are nice and very considerate. they took me out for lunch today.4) got a job </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/137626153080331254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=137626153080331254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/137626153080331254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/137626153080331254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/07/48-days-hazy-at-clarke-quay.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4Ct_0JUiZYw/Rp4VQZA3OZI/AAAAAAAAAIc/VbH1OIqH3ao/s72-c/P7150254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-1241295890384117008</id><published>2007-06-22T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T06:13:14.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> How much of the Philippines have you seen?My Lakbayan grade is C+! How much of the Philippines have you visited? Find out athttp://www.blogger.com/Eugene.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/1241295890384117008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=1241295890384117008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/1241295890384117008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/1241295890384117008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-much-of-philippines-have-you-seen.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Ct_0JUiZYw/RnvKqGWEgQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/O6vLnXn90Xc/s72-c/pinas+map.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-6850726634378933255</id><published>2007-06-22T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T05:51:04.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>50 things about me (as if u wanna know)...I found this in friendster's bulletin.  and having nothing else to do, i answered the list.1. How tall are you barefoot? 5'4"2. Have you ever smoked? Yes3. Do you own a gun? Nope4. Do you hate someone right now? No, not really5. Do you get nervous? A lot6. What do you think of hotdogs? Not my favourite food7. What's your favorite Christmas song? Latin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/6850726634378933255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=6850726634378933255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/6850726634378933255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/6850726634378933255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/06/50-things-about-me-as-if-u-wanna-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-67007732824347648</id><published>2007-06-22T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T04:17:03.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Week 3Friday. The last day of my first 3 weeks of working here in Singapore.So what exactly has been my work about? I’ve been doing business process documentation, interviewing users, cleaning up the process diagrams handed-over to me, which were in such a bad shape that I had to redo the whole thing. I earned the ire of the users because I’ve been already the 3rd person interviewing them for the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/67007732824347648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=67007732824347648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/67007732824347648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/67007732824347648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/06/week-3-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-484948100460958282</id><published>2007-06-20T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T05:56:08.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Singapura … Singapura … Today is officially my 20th day here in Singapore.I arrived with my parents and youngest brother last June 1. I had soooo much luggage that I asked for them to come with me, so that I could use their luggage allocation (anyway, they didn’t pay for the plane fare). We spent the afternoon walking around, taking pictures of the Merlion and the Fullerton hotel. Then we had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/484948100460958282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=484948100460958282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/484948100460958282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/484948100460958282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/06/singapura-singapura-today-is-officially.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Ct_0JUiZYw/RnkhkGWEgKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/1oVHvI6U8Ak/s72-c/P6010044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-3073532564147590295</id><published>2007-06-17T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T00:16:09.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Your Name Means (http://www.paulsadowski.com/NameData.asp)-- this thingie almost made me laugh... where do these people get this shit???? You entered: january kristi migalbin There are 21 letters in your name.Those 21 letters total to 99. There are 8 vowels and 13 consonants in your name. Your number is: 9 The characteristics of #9 are: Humanitarian, giving nature, selflessness, obligations,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/3073532564147590295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=3073532564147590295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/3073532564147590295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/3073532564147590295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-your-name-means-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-7674712362699322853</id><published>2007-06-16T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T02:59:03.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the eagle has landed in Merlion City (an introduction...)  after more 3 years of thinking and planning about this, i'm finally here. i've finally arrived in Singapore. it took a lot of luck, tears, self-doubt, reflection, and faith to leave the comforts of home and be in a strange country. more to come. i just need to finish some work. (me, work on weekends???? di ko naman ginagawa sa manila to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7674712362699322853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=7674712362699322853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/7674712362699322853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/7674712362699322853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/06/eagle-has-landed-in-merlion-city.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4Ct_0JUiZYw/RnO0R2WEgJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/MVR_9INyFCs/s72-c/P4280092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-1689831891661231363</id><published>2007-04-05T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T00:46:22.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My 28th Bday, and then after…I’m writing this blog exactly 93 days after my birthday.Since then, I’ve gained a lot insight, faced a lot of fears, and I could say that right now, while I’m writing this, I am acting my age.But first, I think I need to write about that day. As I have decided to go back to Manila on my bday so that I wouldn’t have to apply for a VL on Jan 3, I woke up early to do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/1689831891661231363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=1689831891661231363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/1689831891661231363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/1689831891661231363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-28th-bday-and-then-after-im-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Ct_0JUiZYw/RhX5EY3NEqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/E1Z1UUGi53g/s72-c/DSC00209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-3376109086186526990</id><published>2007-03-30T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T03:09:00.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of monthsarries, valentine's, anniversarries &amp; the 9-year itch...It was Bucky &amp; my 9th year anniversary as a couple last Mar 28. If I count the 6 months that we spent before becoming officially a “couple”, we’d have been together for 9 years and 6 months. Now, that is a long time. We quietly celebrated the occasion at Galileo, with pasta, cheese, cold cuts, wine, and each other’s company. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/3376109086186526990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=3376109086186526990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/3376109086186526990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/3376109086186526990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-monthsarries-valentines.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Ct_0JUiZYw/RhYbAY3NE6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/_NioMqFTh14/s72-c/bucky+%26+me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-5349335982306071115</id><published>2007-03-16T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T02:35:11.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOVE...i guess love is a lot of things. there is no line to cross, there is no one answer, no one definition. there is both good and bad.  sometimes you think its irrational, and yet when you decide to love somebody, in whatever form or way, you know its the sanest decision you will ever make.i think you'll know that you love somebody, and if that somebody loves you back. just like when you know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/5349335982306071115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=5349335982306071115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/5349335982306071115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/5349335982306071115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/03/love.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-7022855488056484363</id><published>2007-03-15T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T04:00:30.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How do you know if something's not just meant to be or if you're not just trying hard enough?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7022855488056484363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=7022855488056484363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/7022855488056484363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/7022855488056484363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-do-you-know-if-somethings-not-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-760456108323426328</id><published>2007-02-28T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T20:45:48.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>excerpts from "Partners and Marriage"by EDUARDO JOSE E. CALASANZI have never met a man who didn't want to be loved. But I have seldom met a man who didn't fear marriage. Something about the closure seems constricting, not enabling. Marriage seems easier to understand for what it cuts out of our lives than for what it makes possible within our lives.The central secret seems to be in choosing well.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/760456108323426328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=760456108323426328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/760456108323426328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/760456108323426328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/02/excerpts-from-partners-and-marriage-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-5154548053436255436</id><published>2007-02-20T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T01:31:11.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MandingManding arrived from the US for a medical mission in Morong, Rizal last Feb 8. As I was the closest relative in Manila, we spent most of our free time together, before and after her mission. I picked her up in the airport, let her sleep in my room, went with her to the parlor and spa(where I got a free hair treatment, pedicure and foot scrub, and a full body massage, thanks to Manding), </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/5154548053436255436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=5154548053436255436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/5154548053436255436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/5154548053436255436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/02/manding-manding-arrived-from-us-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4Ct_0JUiZYw/RhYB443NErI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ycbbSZ3zXos/s72-c/P2170047_resize.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-1155803617312655258</id><published>2007-02-13T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T19:12:34.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thoughts from Down-under (part one)...most recent on topPaula and I have been writing to each other for the past week. I've been troubled by disturbing (not psychopathic though) thoughts lately. Being my shrink, she has always helped me put my head in the right direction. Now, I just have to figure out for myself if that's the direction I really want to take. Hahaha!Thanks, Pau!----- Original </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/1155803617312655258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=1155803617312655258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/1155803617312655258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/1155803617312655258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-7594923803853808472</id><published>2007-02-06T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T20:44:09.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Standing on a cliff...have you ever had the feeling that you were walking towards a cliff? you have just begun to realize that you were walking towards it, and so you feel scared. you panic. and yet you cannot stop walking towards the cliff, because you've been trying to get there for the longest time. and when you suddenly realize that you don't want to fall just yet, you don't know what to do, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7594923803853808472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=7594923803853808472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/7594923803853808472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/7594923803853808472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/02/standing-on-cliff.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-4095902295173719820</id><published>2007-02-04T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T05:05:23.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A-little-over-quarter-life Crisis...I find myself once again here at OM (overlooking Marikina) of the AdMU school grounds. When I was in college, I often came here to relieve myself of jitters, nerves, anxiety and everything-else-in-between caused by the demands of university life: never-ending papers and presentations, terror professors, surviving a real date, midterms, seeing an F, nursing a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/4095902295173719820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=4095902295173719820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/4095902295173719820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/4095902295173719820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/02/little-over-quarter-life-crisis.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4Ct_0JUiZYw/RcXZoNixwdI/AAAAAAAAABw/fQwGV0o2Djg/s72-c/PA070413_resize.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-8760407987906116300</id><published>2007-01-30T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T05:19:04.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quotable Quotes from Grey's Anatomy ... (I so love this series!)"From now on, you can expect that I’m gonna show even if I yell, even if you yell. Im always gonna show up"-- Derek to Meredith"I was right. I swear I really believed what I did was right. I don’t want you to forgive me. Frankly, I’ll find it patronizing if you did because while I know I was right, you think I’m wrong. Which doesn’t </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/8760407987906116300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=8760407987906116300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/8760407987906116300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/8760407987906116300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/01/quotable-quotes-from-greys-anatomy.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4Ct_0JUiZYw/RcXcpNixweI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qgaDO7wIyNY/s72-c/greys+anatomy+cast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-2008644171665718803</id><published>2007-01-04T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T04:14:00.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holidays in DavaoIf I was stressed out during the holidays in Manila, I was more stressed out with my holidays in Davao.&gt; Momi Katie, my grandmother’s sister-in-law, died last Dec22 I think. So everyone in Kidapawan and other relatetives in Davao and beyond came to pay respects. It became a reunion of sorts. She was buried on Dec 29. Mom, being her usual self, was hell-bent, though in denial, na </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/2008644171665718803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=2008644171665718803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/2008644171665718803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/2008644171665718803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/01/holidays-in-davao-momi-katie-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Ct_0JUiZYw/RhOGFI3NEkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/teQgLSiIdq8/s72-c/at+the+burial.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-398252856161185662</id><published>2006-12-16T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T08:46:14.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Divisoria madness (!)One weekend, Bucky, VC and I braved the Divisoria xmas madness despite a serious threat of migraine due to lack of sleep (we played poker the night before). Scared of the jeeps and getting lost, we left early, like 7am. We almost got lost, thanks to my navigation skills (or the lack thereof), but were able to arrive in Divisoria before 8am. Thankfully, there was more than </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/398252856161185662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=398252856161185662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/398252856161185662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/398252856161185662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2006/12/divisoria-madness-one-weekend-bucky-vc.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Ct_0JUiZYw/RakKytixwXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/brv_snGIbg4/s72-c/DSC00172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-3781510664730718500</id><published>2006-12-16T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T08:44:56.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Playing poker ...at Eric’s house. I lost 2 rounds = P100 cost for the night.We started playing poker last September, I think. Bucky was so eager to play. He learned the rules by watching World Poker Tour on tv, and playing party poker. Anthony, Nina’s boyfriend, had a set of chips so we organized a game, with only Anthony having the most experience. Ever since that first game, we played every </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/3781510664730718500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=3781510664730718500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/3781510664730718500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/3781510664730718500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/12/playing-poker.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Ct_0JUiZYw/RakIDdixwWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BVFDgCRH4RQ/s72-c/poker2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-2892018435815314530</id><published>2006-12-10T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T03:41:12.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christmas Parties!I was stressed out last Christmas. I wasn’t complaining that there were too many parties to go to, it’s just hard to get up the next day, especially if the party was held during a weekday. We had one for our group, then for the whole IT, then for the whole Smart. In hindsight, I feel grateful for a very fruitful year with S. The company had been very generous for the past year. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/2892018435815314530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=2892018435815314530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/2892018435815314530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/2892018435815314530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-parties-i-was-stressed-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Ct_0JUiZYw/RhN-3Y3NEeI/AAAAAAAAADs/vGB-3_KFqZQ/s72-c/IMGP1137_resize.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-5657001402480166228</id><published>2006-11-30T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T06:00:01.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lola’s 75th Bday Party! I went home to Kidapawan last Nov29 to celebrate Lola’s 75th bday. Attendance was required since 75 na, Diamond year na daw. So even Lola’s siblings residing in Luzon went home: Mama Del, Manay &amp; Tito Noli, Nene Linda. Those already in Davao also went: Daddy Lando &amp; Mommy Kates plus Ate Ping, Ate Jen &amp; kids, Tita Lisa, Lolo Pogi &amp; kids, kaming lahat, Daddy Toots &amp; Mommy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/5657001402480166228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=5657001402480166228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/5657001402480166228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/5657001402480166228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2007/01/lolas-75th-bday-party-i-went-home-to_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Ct_0JUiZYw/Rcc3oNixwlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bIuHRRRgg34/s72-c/PC012243_resize.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-116443699618466541</id><published>2006-11-24T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T23:45:45.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CAMOTES ISLANDS (Cebu, Nov 2006)Camotes is composed of 3 major islands in the north-east part of Cebu. “Four islands comprise the Camotes group: Pacijan (San Francisco town), Poro (Poro and Tudela towns), Ponson (Pilar town) and Tulang (an island barangay of San Francisco).” For more details about Camotes, go to http://www.camotesresorts.com.ph/.I have mixed feelings for Camotes. I like it for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/116443699618466541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=116443699618466541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/116443699618466541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/116443699618466541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2006/11/camotes-islands-cebu-nov-2006-camotes.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-116343817725688870</id><published>2006-11-13T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T23:53:59.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BANTAYAN Island (Cebu, Nov 2006) Bantayan is an island at the northwest part of Cebu. It is supposedly the “egg basket” of the Philippines, as such, the island was given dispensation or exemption by the Vatican from fasting during the Holy Week. The center of the Holy Week celebration in Bantayan is the centuries-old church built in 1580. It is also home to the more delicious variety of danggit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/116343817725688870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=116343817725688870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/116343817725688870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/116343817725688870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2006/11/bantayan-island-cebu-nov-2006-bantayan.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-116291368436870735</id><published>2006-11-07T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T05:44:03.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MALAPASCUA ISLAND (Cebu, Nov 2006)Here is a chronicle of our adventure in Malapascua. The entry below contains activities, prices, and other details that might be useful.Just an aside, we used my Olympus SW720 water+shockproof “caseless” camera. I cannot ask for anything more from a camera. We had so much fun using it during the whole trip! Imagine, a camera that you can take anywhere, without </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/116291368436870735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=116291368436870735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/116291368436870735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/116291368436870735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2006/11/malapascua-island-cebu-nov-2006-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4Ct_0JUiZYw/RccwgtixwfI/AAAAAAAAACI/cO5hdsw-YT8/s72-c/PA280657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-116118475289928734</id><published>2006-10-18T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T01:04:59.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Updates, updates, updates...So what's been happening lately?- Hooked with the high school drama series One Tree Hill. I never knew that American high school students had so much ... angst. I wonder if what the series show really portray real life. If it does, well, it's very disturbing. But I think I can relate to Haley... the disturbed part, not the teen part ...- Season 3 of Club 650 Volley has</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/116118475289928734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=116118475289928734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/116118475289928734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/116118475289928734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2006/10/updates-updates-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-115842507065292534</id><published>2006-09-16T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T22:17:16.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Pleaseant Suprise ...A little while after I joined Smart almost 2 years ago, I realized that I got the short end of the stick, having negotiated my pay to fall below my expectations. But since at that time, I just wanted to get away from AIU, I took the bait, open-eyed, even if I knew it would kill me.So I traded less money for less stress. Which did I prefer? I thought I wanted money, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115842507065292534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=115842507065292534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/115842507065292534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/115842507065292534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2006/09/pleaseant-suprise.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-115790183802629310</id><published>2006-09-10T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T00:09:55.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PUTIPOT Island!I was finally able to go to Putipot Island last Aug21. It was a long weekend in honor of Ninoy's Death. Bucky, Eric, Melissa, and I decided to celebrate it in Putipot. As if.The only bad thing was the weather. It was rainy &amp; gloomy. But even that didn't stop us. Eric wanted to get out of the city also (but that's another story).We left Manila at 11pm and arrived at Candelaria, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115790183802629310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=115790183802629310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/115790183802629310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/115790183802629310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2006/09/putipot-island-i-was-finally-able-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-115539974035208858</id><published>2006-08-12T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T09:33:21.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BloggingI finally figured how to expand the text width of this frigging blog. It took me so long, thanks to my web page writing illiteracy. Am vowing to start learning HTLM-reading/writing. There's a cheap reference book worth P395 only.On to some other things...I'm finally out of the cold-flu zone for this year. Was bedridden for 2 weekends, 2 workdays, and went to office wheezing &amp; sneezing and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115539974035208858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=115539974035208858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/115539974035208858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/115539974035208858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2006/08/blogging-i-finally-figured-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-115475264017692641</id><published>2006-08-04T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T21:37:20.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My new baby!It finally got delivered last night. Thanks to Daddyo who was very patient with me. He was with me all thru out the "labor pains". Hahha.Here as some of its some sweeeet features: &gt; shock proof (up to 1.5 m) - perfect for accidental bumps in the bangka, the table, bag, etc&gt; water proof (up to 3 m) - perfect for the beach, rainy days, wet fingers, snorkelling!&gt; 7.1 megapix (!)&gt; large </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115475264017692641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=115475264017692641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/115475264017692641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/115475264017692641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-new-baby-it-finally-got-delivered.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-115422477016981083</id><published>2006-07-29T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T18:59:30.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reminiscing...I bought a scanner for, what else, scanning all hardcopy images that I have collected over the years. Ever since I left college (which was 6 yrs + 5 months ago), I've wanted to organize my photos into a nice album. I only went halfway, because I found it too tiring.Now, circa 2006, with all the advances in technology (which eventually led to prices of electronic stuff going down), </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115422477016981083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=115422477016981083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/115422477016981083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/115422477016981083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2006/07/reminiscing.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-115390802009334011</id><published>2006-07-26T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T07:13:29.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome, Baby Alan Rafael!Another baby is introduced to the world. And one that came from someone I actually know. It's overwhelming. It made me face a reality that I can actually be pregnant and give life to another human being.Another human being. Yaiks.We bought baby clothes. What fun. I guess I can handle being pregnant if I can go shopping every time I get depressed, pre- or post-partum. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115390802009334011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=115390802009334011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/115390802009334011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/115390802009334011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2006/07/welcome-baby-alan-rafael-another-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744135.post-115346513795560196</id><published>2006-07-20T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T23:58:57.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LETTING GOThe fist step to letting go is accepting the mistake.  Whether the other party or one's own, it has to be acknowledged.My mistake has been being too short-sighted. And selfish.I was too intent on my pain that I refused to think about what the other person was feeling.  For all I knew, the other person's pain was far greater than mine.And so I have to forgive myself and let go.  We make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115346513795560196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3744135&amp;postID=115346513795560196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/115346513795560196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3744135/posts/default/115346513795560196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakyfeet.blogspot.com/2006/07/letting-go-fist-step-to-letting-go-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Janus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12878594292317041447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=freakyfeet&amp;pid=566660&amp;sid=LTY63MPRX2'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
