<?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-28656489</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:05:48.267+08:00</updated><category term='hard reality'/><category term='ramblings'/><category term='serious stuff'/><title type='text'>intrimitida</title><subtitle type='html'>my pathetic attempt to be a writer</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/'/><link 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heart,&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful, for every scar,&lt;br /&gt;Some pages turned,&lt;br /&gt;Some bridges burned,&lt;br /&gt;But there were lessons learned."&lt;br /&gt;--Lessons Learned, Carrie Underwood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28656489-4496751806161316870?l=nasheinicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/feeds/4496751806161316870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28656489&amp;postID=4496751806161316870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default/4496751806161316870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default/4496751806161316870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/2008/07/lesson-to-learn.html' title='lesson to learn'/><author><name>Nashei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200303612389618376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a331/nashei/vann.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28656489.post-7978978359858055819</id><published>2008-05-26T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T01:11:41.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future list</title><content type='html'>What to do in the next few weeks after my storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save and travel to Batanes alone.&lt;br /&gt;learn how to ride the bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;Visit manila zoo.(wait is it still open to public?)&lt;br /&gt;Walk in the park they call Luneta.&lt;br /&gt;Explore Intramuros with Mon(only after asking permission from Ann)&lt;br /&gt;Visit and Pray inside Quiapo church.&lt;br /&gt;Visit Mall of Asia and Trinoma.&lt;br /&gt;Visit Paoay church and this time go inside for a change.&lt;br /&gt;Visit Paoay lake and try to look for the legendary church tower submerged in it.&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to drive a....car.&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to cook Toby's mushroom.&lt;br /&gt;Fall in love all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Start checking the list one by one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28656489-7978978359858055819?l=nasheinicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/feeds/7978978359858055819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28656489&amp;postID=7978978359858055819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default/7978978359858055819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default/7978978359858055819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/2008/05/future-list.html' title='Future list'/><author><name>Nashei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200303612389618376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a331/nashei/vann.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28656489.post-3914469350402477726</id><published>2008-03-31T18:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T19:19:51.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>motivation</title><content type='html'>My trainer asked me the other day, "What motivates you to work hard?". I answered, " To be able to stand on my own feet", which I gotta tell you a bunch of crap. What's motivating me to work hard right now is to prove to this someone that I deserve the job I have, that I didn't get in because of someone else influence like the way he put it. I'm ready to kick some ass!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28656489-3914469350402477726?l=nasheinicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/feeds/3914469350402477726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28656489&amp;postID=3914469350402477726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default/3914469350402477726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default/3914469350402477726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/2008/03/motivation.html' title='motivation'/><author><name>Nashei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200303612389618376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a331/nashei/vann.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28656489.post-1806864560036205508</id><published>2008-03-05T18:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T19:03:41.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't you just have the urge to lash out, be brutally honest and frank sometimes without thinking of the consequences and hopefully get away with it? I hate the moment I discovered karma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28656489-1806864560036205508?l=nasheinicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/feeds/1806864560036205508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28656489&amp;postID=1806864560036205508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default/1806864560036205508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default/1806864560036205508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/2008/03/dont-you-just-have-urge-to-lash-out-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200303612389618376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a331/nashei/vann.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28656489.post-6382506116190174378</id><published>2008-03-05T17:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T18:17:33.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons why I don't reply to your text messages</title><content type='html'>*I've run out of load&lt;br /&gt;*I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;*If you could stop sending me those annoying chain text messages telling me I'm gonna die if I don't give it back to you...I might just have to energy to reply.&lt;br /&gt;*It's so insulting receiving the same message I sent you which by the way I made it myself and passing it as your own.&lt;br /&gt;*I hate cheesy messages, especially if I know you don't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;*Forwarded messages....cmon people be creative!&lt;br /&gt;*I'm just not plain interested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28656489-6382506116190174378?l=nasheinicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/feeds/6382506116190174378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28656489&amp;postID=6382506116190174378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default/6382506116190174378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default/6382506116190174378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/2008/03/reasons-why-i-dont-reply-to-your-text.html' title='Reasons why I don&apos;t reply to your text messages'/><author><name>Nashei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200303612389618376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a331/nashei/vann.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28656489.post-9188705752590309198</id><published>2008-02-20T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T17:55:11.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Portrait of an ISFP</title><content type='html'>I took the MBTI test and this is the result..it wasn't accurate but close and according to the test only 8.8% of the population matches this type.&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Artist &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ISFP(&lt;a title="- Think/reflect first, then act - Regularly require an amount of private time to recharge batteries - Motivated internally, mind is sometimes so active it is closed to outside world - Prefer one-to-one communication and relationships" href="javascript:void();"&gt;INTROVERT...&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a title="- Mentally live in the Now, attending to present opportunities - Using common sense and creating practical solutions is automatic-instinctual - Memory recall is rich in detail of facts and past events - Best improvise from past experience  - Like clear and concrete information; dislike guessing when facts are fuzzy" href="javascript:void();"&gt;SENSING...&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a title="- Instinctively employ personal feelings and impact on people in decision situations - Naturally sensitive to people needs and reactions. - Naturally seek consensus and popular opinions - Unsettled by conflict; have almost a toxic reaction to disharmony" href="javascript:void();"&gt;FEELING...&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a title="- Comfortable moving into action without a plan; plan on-the-go - Like to multitask, have variety, mix work and play - Naturally tolerant of time pressure; work best close to the deadlines - Instinctively avoid commitments which interfere with flexibility, freedom and variety" href="javascript:void();"&gt;PERCEIVING...&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introverted Feeling with auxiliary extraverted Sensing &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;As an ISFP, your primary mode of living is focused internally, where you deal with things according to how you feel about them, or how they fit into your value system. Your secondary mode is external, where you take things in via your five sense in a literal, concrete fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISFPs live in the world of sensation possibilities. They are keenly in tune with the way things look, taste, sound, feel and smell. They have a strong aesthetic appreciation for art, and are likely to be artists in some form, because they are unusually gifted at creating and composing things which will strongly affect the senses. They have a strong set of values, which they strive to consistently meet in their lives. They need to feel as if they're living their lives in accordance with what they feel is right, and will rebel against anything which conflicts with that goal. They're likely to choose jobs and careers which allow them the freedom of working towards the realization of their value-oriented personal goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISFPs tend to be quiet and reserved, and difficult to get to know well. They hold back their ideas and opinions except from those who they are closest to. They are likely to be kind, gentle and sensitive in their dealings with others. They are interested in contributing to people's sense of well-being and happiness, and will put a great deal of effort and energy into tasks which they believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISFPs have a strong affinity for aesthetics and beauty. They're likely to be animal lovers, and to have a true appreciation for the beauties of nature. They're original and independent, and need to have personal space. They value people who take the time to understand the ISFP, and who support the ISFP in pursuing their goals in their own, unique way. People who don't know them well may see their unique way of life as a sign of carefree light-heartedness, but the ISFP actually takes life very seriously, constantly gathering specific information and shifting it through their value systems, in search for clarification and underlying meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISFPs are action-oriented individuals. They are "doers", and are usually uncomfortable with theorizing concepts and ideas, unless they see a practical application. They learn best in a "hands-on" environment, and consequently may become easily bored with the traditional teaching methods, which emphasize abstract thinking. They do not like impersonal analysis, and are uncomfortable with the idea of making decisions based strictly on logic. Their strong value systems demand that decisions are evaluated against their subjective beliefs, rather than against some objective rules or laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISFPs are extremely perceptive and aware of others. They constantly gather specific information about people, and seek to discover what it means. They are usually penetratingly accurate in their perceptions of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISFPs are warm and sympathetic. They genuinely care about people, and are strongly service-oriented in their desire to please. They have an unusually deep well of caring for those who are close to them, and are likely to show their love through actions, rather than words.&lt;br /&gt;ISFPs have no desire to lead or control others, just as they have no desire to be led or controlled by others. They need space and time alone to evaluate the circumstances of their life against their value system, and are likely to respect other people's needs for the same.&lt;br /&gt;The ISFP is likely to not give themself enough credit for the things which they do extremely well. Their strong value systems can lead them to be intensely perfectionist, and cause them to judge themselves with unneccesary harshness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ISFP has many special gifts for the world, especially in the areas of creating artistic sensation, and selflessly serving others. Life is not likely to be extremely easy for the ISFP, because they take life so seriously, but they have the tools to make their lives and the lives of those close to them richly rewarding experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;strong&gt;Take the test here &lt;a href="http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp"&gt;http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28656489-9188705752590309198?l=nasheinicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/feeds/9188705752590309198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28656489&amp;postID=9188705752590309198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default/9188705752590309198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default/9188705752590309198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/2008/02/portrait-of-isfp.html' title='Portrait of an ISFP'/><author><name>Nashei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200303612389618376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a331/nashei/vann.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28656489.post-4091742037690180971</id><published>2008-01-09T17:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T18:06:35.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post wedding blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kb8g5DqNRtk/R4SXf5mtD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6mijJ882dvM/s1600-h/wedding+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153410447913586578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kb8g5DqNRtk/R4SXf5mtD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6mijJ882dvM/s320/wedding+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what she could be thinking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28656489-4091742037690180971?l=nasheinicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/feeds/4091742037690180971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28656489&amp;postID=4091742037690180971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default/4091742037690180971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default/4091742037690180971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/2008/01/post-wedding-blues.html' title='post wedding blues'/><author><name>Nashei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200303612389618376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a331/nashei/vann.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kb8g5DqNRtk/R4SXf5mtD5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6mijJ882dvM/s72-c/wedding+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28656489.post-1662818109667395460</id><published>2007-11-26T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T19:01:50.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past</title><content type='html'>when all is gone&lt;br /&gt;when all is forgotten&lt;br /&gt;do you wish to remember&lt;br /&gt;and go back&lt;br /&gt;feel the hurt&lt;br /&gt;that keeps you awake at night&lt;br /&gt;or simply stand still&lt;br /&gt;at the moment&lt;br /&gt;and hold on&lt;br /&gt;to emptiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28656489-1662818109667395460?l=nasheinicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/feeds/1662818109667395460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28656489&amp;postID=1662818109667395460&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default/1662818109667395460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default/1662818109667395460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/2007/11/past.html' title='Past'/><author><name>Nashei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200303612389618376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a331/nashei/vann.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28656489.post-7659412665837911866</id><published>2007-11-26T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T17:58:10.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birth Month Says....</title><content type='html'>I got this from &lt;a title="Tag me, why don't u ;p" href="http://midori-x.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Marni&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;- Pick your birth month.&lt;br /&gt;-Bold the 5-10 that best apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;- Copy to your own journal, with all twelve months.&lt;br /&gt;- Tag 12 people from your friends list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARCH&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Attractive personality&lt;/strong&gt;. Sexy. &lt;strong&gt;Affectionate&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Shy and reserved&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Secretive.&lt;/strong&gt; Naturally honest, &lt;strong&gt;generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Sensitive to others&lt;/strong&gt;. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. &lt;strong&gt;Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others.&lt;/strong&gt; Revengeful. &lt;strong&gt;Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors.&lt;/strong&gt; Musically talented. &lt;strong&gt;Loves special things. Moody.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JANUARY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people’s flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FEBRUARY: Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MARCH: Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;APRIL: Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people’s problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MAY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JUNE: Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JULY: Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AUGUST: Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SEPTEMBER: Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people’s mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OCTOBER: Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn’t pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NOVEMBER: Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DECEMBER: Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28656489-7659412665837911866?l=nasheinicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/feeds/7659412665837911866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28656489&amp;postID=7659412665837911866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default/7659412665837911866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default/7659412665837911866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-birth-month-says.html' title='My Birth Month Says....'/><author><name>Nashei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200303612389618376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a331/nashei/vann.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28656489.post-749568200000336522</id><published>2007-11-21T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T18:00:18.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my way of learning</title><content type='html'>There are so many things I can't do, either I never learned them because I'm too stubborn or its so hard I just gave up.It frustrates me when some people push me in a certain direction,forcing me to learn something that is completely foreign.It never occured to them that just because they want me to learn it I will be able to in an instant.I have my own timeline.It would take some time.I'm not some other people who learns things fast.I'm a slow learner.It would take lots of mistakes for me to get something right most of the time.It's something that they don't understand they tell me i'm being lazy but the truth is I'm just taking my time.I don't know about other people but I actually like making mistakes,it makes me remember things faster.I like to try different things so the next time I was given a chance to do it again, I know what to do and not to do and finally I will be able to learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28656489-749568200000336522?l=nasheinicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/feeds/749568200000336522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28656489&amp;postID=749568200000336522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default/749568200000336522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default/749568200000336522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-way-of-learning.html' title='my way of learning'/><author><name>Nashei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200303612389618376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a331/nashei/vann.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28656489.post-5097055086033703258</id><published>2007-11-08T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T17:08:23.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that took a lot for me to learn</title><content type='html'>that life is more in the shades of gray than black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that there is no such thing as happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sometimes badluck is also a blessing it only takes time to figure out why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that just because people don't love you in the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that some people don't feel the same way you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that there's a reason for everything God didn't create useless things or experiences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28656489-5097055086033703258?l=nasheinicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/feeds/5097055086033703258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28656489&amp;postID=5097055086033703258&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default/5097055086033703258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default/5097055086033703258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/2007/11/things-that-took-lot-for-me-to-learn.html' title='Things that took a lot for me to learn'/><author><name>Nashei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200303612389618376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a331/nashei/vann.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28656489.post-2638884667976211752</id><published>2007-10-09T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T18:11:40.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disconnected</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;-written four days ago-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know now what it felt like to call a call center.It's frustrating as hell.I am saying this because I never had the opportunity to call before and I am so used in calling someone and getting an answer right away.I would have never called if only PLDT DSl would fix their system so our connection won't messed up,but of course how would their call center earn money if no one would call in their problems.Sometimes I think there's this giant monitor in their office wherein it enables them to connect and disconnect internet connection on random.If that is true then yesterday is probably my day,they probably notice that I've been using the computer for the past few months with no problems and decided to give me one.Sigh.The guy who answered me told me to wait for their call as to what the problem is and how they will fix it,knowing how "fast" their service is I probably have to wait for two days for them to call me back and another few days for the repair man to paid us a visit,hope fully when he arrived I have the pleasure on saying straight to his face that he's too late, my connection is restored. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28656489-2638884667976211752?l=nasheinicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/feeds/2638884667976211752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28656489&amp;postID=2638884667976211752&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default/2638884667976211752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default/2638884667976211752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/2007/10/written-four-days-ago-i-know-now-what.html' title='disconnected'/><author><name>Nashei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200303612389618376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a331/nashei/vann.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28656489.post-534558660752496261</id><published>2007-09-29T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T18:36:53.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In order for life to be called PERFECT,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it must be full of IMPERFECTIONS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28656489-534558660752496261?l=nasheinicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/feeds/534558660752496261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28656489&amp;postID=534558660752496261&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default/534558660752496261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default/534558660752496261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Nashei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200303612389618376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a331/nashei/vann.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28656489.post-7934635927952072010</id><published>2007-05-15T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T23:10:32.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for me to continue blogging i need....</title><content type='html'>a new layout&lt;br /&gt;skills in photoshop to make a new layout&lt;br /&gt;a more exciting life&lt;br /&gt;to get in the rat race&lt;br /&gt;to pass the board exam&lt;br /&gt;a new book to read &lt;br /&gt;a new love life&lt;br /&gt;something new.period.&lt;br /&gt;trouble to get into&lt;br /&gt;argument to win for a change&lt;br /&gt;my old friends to contact me&lt;br /&gt;to receive a message from someone who matters&lt;br /&gt;a free plane ticket&lt;br /&gt;a surprise&lt;br /&gt;a camera to capture the moment&lt;br /&gt;an inspiration&lt;br /&gt;this laziness to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28656489-7934635927952072010?l=nasheinicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/feeds/7934635927952072010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28656489&amp;postID=7934635927952072010&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default/7934635927952072010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default/7934635927952072010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-me-to-continue-blogging-i-need.html' title='for me to continue blogging i need....'/><author><name>Nashei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200303612389618376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a331/nashei/vann.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28656489.post-6887206228063061564</id><published>2007-03-19T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T19:15:44.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>it's my day!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Three minutes before the end of the day...&lt;br /&gt;three minutes before i say good bye to my birthday&lt;br /&gt;dammit...i stop for a while to think&lt;br /&gt;and it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. it's the beginning of another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28656489-6887206228063061564?l=nasheinicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/feeds/6887206228063061564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28656489&amp;postID=6887206228063061564&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default/6887206228063061564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default/6887206228063061564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-my-day.html' title='it&apos;s my day!!!!!!'/><author><name>Nashei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200303612389618376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a331/nashei/vann.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28656489.post-3730336452532744331</id><published>2007-03-15T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T19:17:13.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard reality'/><title type='text'>lent me your ears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.stmaryschurch-banbury.org.uk/images/crucified_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.stmaryschurch-banbury.org.uk/images/crucified_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Csi:las vegas last night and it's so apt that the topic has something to do with the lenten season...God forgive me but i really hate this season because of the scorching heat which i think really coincides with lenten to make us suffer too.Whoever thought of it did it on purpose.Anyway while Gil Grissom is gazing at the crucified body of the murder victim he said something that made me think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Jesus died for our sins. What sin did she die for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Jesus died for our sins then why do we have to ask for forgiveness when he already paid for it?We don't need to confess right?We don't need to feel guilty about the things we did because we have been forgiven even before we were born,right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28656489-3730336452532744331?l=nasheinicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/feeds/3730336452532744331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28656489&amp;postID=3730336452532744331&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default/3730336452532744331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default/3730336452532744331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/2007/03/lent-me-your-ears.html' title='lent me your ears'/><author><name>Nashei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200303612389618376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a331/nashei/vann.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28656489.post-114846441070326361</id><published>2006-05-24T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T19:18:13.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serious stuff'/><title type='text'>Wannabe Writer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ocean.edu/images/hand_writing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.ocean.edu/images/hand_writing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a journal writer.Everynight, no matter how tired I am I would make it a point to write something.Somewhere along the way I stopped.College got in the way,night classes,endless exams and just plain laziness.Although I wished I could add gimmicks and partying to the list my nose will probably resembled pinnochio after that. Gimme a break I don't even know what a bar looks like, much less how to gyrate my body on the dance floor,but that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;The moment I stopped writing is the moment I also lost my creativity.For the past five years I've never written a single poem,a short essay and up to now I've never finished my high school short story which I turned only half finished but managed to get the top mark despite of it.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I haven't tried to write...it's just that whenever I got in the middle of it.I lose my concentration and found myself unable to continue.And as I read what I've written I will realized that I am not good enough and I don't have what it takes to be a writer.Like right now for instance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28656489-114846441070326361?l=nasheinicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/feeds/114846441070326361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28656489&amp;postID=114846441070326361&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default/114846441070326361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28656489/posts/default/114846441070326361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasheinicola.blogspot.com/2006/05/wannabe-writer.html' title='Wannabe Writer'/><author><name>Nashei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200303612389618376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a331/nashei/vann.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
