<?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-30080018</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:42:59.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mysteries Behind Me</title><subtitle type='html'>That was my title because for me nobody knows me the way I want them to know my personality.All they can see is the mask that I dont even want to remove while socializing on the plastic people in my way.So dont blame me if what you can see is not real at the end of the game I will make sure to all of you that I would made it possibly to be on the level that noone can ever reach me except God my LORD!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mysterious One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055377514659883864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/88/35218828/855300919m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30080018.post-117005904560279762</id><published>2007-01-29T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T16:24:05.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hay naku management information system naman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Finally we made it possible to study management but you know what this time its different. Its no longer xerox to be memorized but diagrams to analyze and given attention to, which is more difficult than the other one.I dont know that this would be the kind of subject that I rather study late at night. On our first day in this subject we are surprised about the room simply because I think that it is composed of laboratory session. Of course speaking of laboratory Im quiete nervous then I finally understand Im wrong. As of now we dont have any serious problem yet and Im looking forward that we may finish this class without any conflicts&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/30080018-117005904560279762?l=themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/feeds/117005904560279762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30080018&amp;postID=117005904560279762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/117005904560279762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/117005904560279762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/2007/01/hay-naku-management-information-system.html' title='hay naku management information system naman!'/><author><name>Mysterious One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055377514659883864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/88/35218828/855300919m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30080018.post-116969429453365006</id><published>2007-01-25T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T11:50:17.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry busy ako eh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I want to apologize first for the inconvenience you had experienced on opening my blog without any new post that your addicted to read. The truth behind that was because I have no ample time to rent or even used our computers at home. But now once again Im here to tell you some of my terrific experiences. Its only a matter of one night na lang for me to study for our final examination in Management,like any other else I am afraid to fail.Simply because I dont want to have a bad image for my classmates first and foremost;to deviate from the standards from one of my greatest instructor in that subject;and to have my guilt that I failed because of being lazy.Finally it was over ,she came inside the room without even letting us to review our pieces of photo copy.In addition to that was her strictness on the permit so that situation even left me afraid about the exam and at the same time about my permit if Iwas able to bring it with me.Thanks God because I found it under my thick and crumpled xerox copy.When I got the test paper I found it difficult maybe because of the tension that bothers me. It took me an hour to possibly answer the exam. And the highlight of that moment was when I forgot the enumeration type .Its almost thirtheen items but I just have 6 answers available on my paper.I cant even recall the first five answers because of the noise outside created by none other than Jeffrey Frane.I said to myself na toxic na toxic na ako sa nakakairita niyang boses.Then fortunately I remember that the answer for no.1 is Intoxication and for no.2 is Insubordination.I dont know if I would be happy for what the damaged he made on my final exam.Atlast I'd passed my paper and said "Well Well Well thats life". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30080018-116969429453365006?l=themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/feeds/116969429453365006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30080018&amp;postID=116969429453365006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/116969429453365006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/116969429453365006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/2007/01/sorry-busy-ako-eh.html' title='sorry busy ako eh....'/><author><name>Mysterious One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055377514659883864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/88/35218828/855300919m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30080018.post-116788228657676372</id><published>2007-01-04T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T11:51:40.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>muning paano kung naputukan ka!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;gumising kami around 12;00 oclock na kasi naman hapon pa lang ay busy na kami sa pagcecelebrate ng new year in advance. Kaso noong nagpapapaputukan na sa labas ay di ko rin napigilan ang sarili ko na di paputukin ang tinatago kong piccolo sa aming refrigerator.ang hindi ko alam habang naghahagis ako nang paputok na pakepakete ay nilapitan pala ng aking baby muning ang kasisindi ko pa lamang na piccolo eh ang dami kaya nonn na nagkalat at isa isang nagpuputukan. Natulala ako sa mga pangyayari at hindi ko na nagawang ilayo ang paborito kong pusa na itinuring ko nang sariling anak.wahhhhhh. Thanks God naman at hindi siya nabingutan matapos niyang amuyin ang piccolo na muntik muntikan nang sumabog sa kanyang mukha!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30080018-116788228657676372?l=themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/feeds/116788228657676372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30080018&amp;postID=116788228657676372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/116788228657676372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/116788228657676372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/2007/01/muning-paano-kung-naputukan-ka.html' title='muning paano kung naputukan ka!'/><author><name>Mysterious One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055377514659883864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/88/35218828/855300919m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30080018.post-116599670352597359</id><published>2006-12-13T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T15:58:23.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cant believe it!</title><content type='html'>today I came to school almost late na but then I felt the warm greetings of the first year when I arrived. Prior to that was Mark Anthony whose joking that eleanor and I have a commitment. As a friend I react to that joke positively.But the good news is that everywhere I go they are telling me that I got the highest grade. Of course I dont want to believe that because for me it could be a joke for a fool like me. They dont know that deep inside I am hoping that it really was!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30080018-116599670352597359?l=themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/feeds/116599670352597359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30080018&amp;postID=116599670352597359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/116599670352597359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/116599670352597359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-cant-believe-it.html' title='I cant believe it!'/><author><name>Mysterious One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055377514659883864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/88/35218828/855300919m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30080018.post-116537764089668579</id><published>2006-12-06T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T12:00:40.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first class with the first year!</title><content type='html'>You know what this day is very exciting because I knew from the start that we would be combined with the first year student.Asusual we made some plastikan portion before our final meeting with our instructor.She told  us the dos and donts that we knew na naman from the start,by the way she said naman that its only for the late comer. And as expected I tried my very best, I mean not totally the very best of mine to stand out from the crowd. How  I wish I can be the best that I can ever be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30080018-116537764089668579?l=themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/feeds/116537764089668579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30080018&amp;postID=116537764089668579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/116537764089668579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/116537764089668579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-first-class-with-first-year.html' title='My first class with the first year!'/><author><name>Mysterious One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055377514659883864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/88/35218828/855300919m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30080018.post-116528487493184738</id><published>2006-12-05T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T10:14:34.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its so nakakainis!!!!</title><content type='html'>You know what dear blogger I hurriedly came to school this morning just to see my classmates but when I arrive I found out that we have no class.  Eh how can I know naman that we have no class pala eh I noone texted me naman to informed me about the schedule. Maybe I really deserve naman   to be defeated.But thanks god because I  made naman this morning profitable for me. You know what, I watched movie today entitled "secret". I came rushing home because im hungry na!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30080018-116528487493184738?l=themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/feeds/116528487493184738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30080018&amp;postID=116528487493184738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/116528487493184738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/116528487493184738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-so-nakakainis.html' title='Its so nakakainis!!!!'/><author><name>Mysterious One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055377514659883864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/88/35218828/855300919m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30080018.post-116469435104803446</id><published>2006-11-28T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T11:46:33.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws"&gt;&lt;img alt="Friendster images"  border="0" src="http://images.bigoo.ws/content/image/text_and_quotes/text_and_quotes_230.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Yes I would definitely admit this because I have no reason to preserve this in my heart anymore.Just like any other guy I felt the same thing of great likes and dislikes on the girls I met. Its true that I cant even look at her on our first encounter,and I think its normal. I was once afraid to call or even smile at her. But when I knew some things about her it goes a little bit harder. Yes I made the first move but I dont think I have the ability to continue figthing for love and finally tell her that shes the girl in my dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30080018-116469435104803446?l=themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/feeds/116469435104803446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30080018&amp;postID=116469435104803446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/116469435104803446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/116469435104803446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/2006/11/yes-i-would-definitely-admit-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Mysterious One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055377514659883864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/88/35218828/855300919m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30080018.post-116443046686899555</id><published>2006-11-25T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T11:10:44.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are the one</title><content type='html'>Hi Laiza!!!! you know what thats the only greeting that I can say in everytime I see her.And I dont know the reason why. I met her personally in our badminton class in Gulod,during that hot afternoon  when almost my T-shirt is just like a rag on playing her face refresh and ask me can we play?I was not able to reply at that time because of the pressure that someone would ask me to play with her,in a stranger like me.Then I replied her with a smile and say of course yes. It was already hot and our game makes it hotter. I felt a little bit shy because she plays better than me which should not happen that way.I marked that day and promised to myself that I can be better for me to make her impressed. On the following day I came to her as playmate and everything seems fine.We spend memorable time together until we finished our PE class.I told to myself that I would soon miss her charm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30080018-116443046686899555?l=themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/feeds/116443046686899555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30080018&amp;postID=116443046686899555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/116443046686899555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/116443046686899555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-are-one.html' title='You are the one'/><author><name>Mysterious One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055377514659883864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/88/35218828/855300919m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30080018.post-116442925707307215</id><published>2006-11-25T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T10:35:08.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They completed me!</title><content type='html'>Honestly speaking, Im not happy with my first SEM here in  TRIPLE IT.YES my friends are here but then they are not enough to comfort and make me happy as well.But now its very cool,relaxing and exciting. Dont you know that I even rushing coming to school because of them. Since Maritess left me I never felt this way for anyoone. I started to hate myself and my classmates as well  because of the pain that I  felt for the second time. It took me months to forget her and Im trying to comfort myself and say that your not his boyfriend to be hurt this way and besides you are handsome and there are so many girls waiting for you to court them.Well thats life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30080018-116442925707307215?l=themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/feeds/116442925707307215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30080018&amp;postID=116442925707307215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/116442925707307215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/116442925707307215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/2006/11/they-completed-me.html' title='They completed me!'/><author><name>Mysterious One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055377514659883864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/88/35218828/855300919m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30080018.post-116288215370694627</id><published>2006-11-07T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T13:41:37.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws"&gt;&lt;img alt="layout for myspace"  border="0" src="http://images.bigoo.ws/content/image/text_and_quotes/text_and_quotes_139.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws"&gt;layout for myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Today nagbayad ako ng tuition fee ko sa admin pero hindi alam ng mga kaklase ko ang kwento sa likod nang ipinambayad ko ngayon.Before I left home my mother told me to save or to earn money because crisis would soon eat the Philippines.But sometimes I used to waste money on renting on computer shops or even buying something that Idont really needed.Im a good son but sometimes I also need to socialize with my classmates of course.Maybe thats one of the reason why im not a party hopping type because i have a deep concern on the way my money earned money for our living. But for my friends dont worry because when I get a job I would spend more time with my friends whereever they will go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30080018-116288215370694627?l=themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/feeds/116288215370694627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30080018&amp;postID=116288215370694627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/116288215370694627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/116288215370694627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/2006/11/layout-for-myspacetoday-nagbayad-ako.html' title=''/><author><name>Mysterious One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055377514659883864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/88/35218828/855300919m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30080018.post-116288115115801797</id><published>2006-11-07T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T13:45:19.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paghanapan nyo ang sarili nyo....nohhhhh...!!!!</title><content type='html'>Mahirap talaga kapag maraming tao ang nageexpect na ikaw ang pinakamagaling sa lahat ng bagay. Eh alam naman nilang hamak lamang akong bobo gaya ng lagi kong sinasabi.Ayon sa aking source na may source ding detective someone told daw na hindi naman talaga ako matalino, na limitado lamang namam daw ang mga bagay na alam ko eh sorry hanggang doon lamang ang ability kodi gaya siguro nya na naapawn na ang luga sa sobrang katalinuhan.Pagdating daw naman sa mga computer subjects ko ay wala naman akong binatbat.Actually I dont want to give any reaction about that tito boy pero it hurts na kasi hindi rin naman sya matalino tito boy..... nothing would comes out of my mouth becuse we are in show business wherein anyone put a little act in every move that we are making. As part of being professional the only comment that i can give is that we dont have the same level of intelligence. Magpatalino muna sya para maituro nya sa akin ng maayos ang mga bagay na hindi ko pa lubos na  nauunawaan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30080018-116288115115801797?l=themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/feeds/116288115115801797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30080018&amp;postID=116288115115801797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/116288115115801797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/116288115115801797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/2006/11/paghanapan-nyo-ang-sarili-nyonohhhhh.html' title='Paghanapan nyo ang sarili nyo....nohhhhh...!!!!'/><author><name>Mysterious One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055377514659883864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/88/35218828/855300919m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30080018.post-116287992811009362</id><published>2006-11-07T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T14:12:08.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hindi ko alam kung talagang bobo ako at ngayon ko lamang nasakayan ang mga ugali ng tao. Akala ko I had established na good relationship with my other classmates here but then not so quite pa pala.even  the person that I trusted most hindi ko inaasahan na tatatraidurin niya pala ako sorry sya matagal ko na namang trip na gawin ang gaya ng ginagawa nya good luck na lang.Tingnan natin kung sino ang mas magaling na artista sa loob at sa labas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30080018-116287992811009362?l=themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/feeds/116287992811009362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30080018&amp;postID=116287992811009362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/116287992811009362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/116287992811009362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/2006/11/hindi-ko-alam-kung-talagang-bobo-ako.html' title=''/><author><name>Mysterious One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055377514659883864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/88/35218828/855300919m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30080018.post-116287939113401380</id><published>2006-11-07T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T14:03:11.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so happy because its almost five months remaining na lang at makakagraduate na kami. Its almost one and a half year na kaming napasok dito with all the trials in our study.di na bale sulit naman with all the flat 1 grades na nakuha ko oh di ba. Inggit kayo no. Hindi naman, joke lang baka mainggit pa kayo sa akin makuha nyo pa akong tuitor eh di nyo naman afford talent fee ko. Back to serious moments di nga mataas ang grades  ko ngayon in fact i only got 1.70 as my general average.... well thats life ayaw ko lang namang mapatala sa guiness book of world record bilang pinakamatalinong estudyante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30080018-116287939113401380?l=themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/feeds/116287939113401380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30080018&amp;postID=116287939113401380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/116287939113401380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/116287939113401380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-so-happy-because-its-almost-five.html' title=''/><author><name>Mysterious One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055377514659883864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/88/35218828/855300919m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30080018.post-116122105667626815</id><published>2006-10-19T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T13:30:58.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad pero happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 280px; HEIGHT: 215px" height="399" alt="Get graphics at Nackvision.com" src="http://www.nack.us/gif/halloween/_a1k5b70e1a9451.gif" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Im so sad kasi hindi pa ako nakakagawa ng first move sa special girl in my life but at the same time happy kasi takutan na naman. This is the moment that Im been waiting for. Its not because I can suck blood again but because of the long sem break with my family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30080018-116122105667626815?l=themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/feeds/116122105667626815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30080018&amp;postID=116122105667626815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/116122105667626815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/116122105667626815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/2006/10/sad-pero-happy.html' title='sad pero happy'/><author><name>Mysterious One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055377514659883864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/88/35218828/855300919m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30080018.post-116114705442160000</id><published>2006-10-18T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T09:28:16.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clues to be talked about</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;As continuation of my story I would give you some clues about her. She is one of the special girl I met in my whole life. Actually it started in our badminton class when i fell in love with her simplicity and natural charm. But the sad news is that she found someone. I dont know if its only my illusion that we are getting to know each other but if ever its true &lt;em&gt;magpapansit ako.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30080018-116114705442160000?l=themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/feeds/116114705442160000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30080018&amp;postID=116114705442160000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/116114705442160000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/116114705442160000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/2006/10/clues-to-be-talked-about.html' title='Clues to be talked about'/><author><name>Mysterious One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055377514659883864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/88/35218828/855300919m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30080018.post-116114444405472056</id><published>2006-10-18T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T09:28:59.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;To all my loyal readers I want to apologize for not posting on my blog for the last two months. but dont worry because Im here to tell you about my&lt;em&gt; love life&lt;/em&gt; for the first time in the history.Im a people hater but since I met her everything has changed. Every moment of my life became full of surprises.But Im sad to say that its a secret which means I cant tell her name&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30080018-116114444405472056?l=themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/feeds/116114444405472056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30080018&amp;postID=116114444405472056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/116114444405472056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/116114444405472056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-all-my-loyal-readers-i-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mysterious One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055377514659883864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/88/35218828/855300919m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30080018.post-115172086550478940</id><published>2006-07-01T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T11:27:22.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cno Ako?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;C the mysteries behind me ay ang tungkol sa isang tao na nais ipakilala at isiwalat kung cno at ano sya.Lingid sa kaalaman ng mga nakakakilala sa kanya nsa likod ng bawat tawa at halakhak ay ang masusing pagkilala sa mga tao sa kanyang paligid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30080018-115172086550478940?l=themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/feeds/115172086550478940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30080018&amp;postID=115172086550478940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/115172086550478940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/115172086550478940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/2006/07/cno-ako.html' title='Cno Ako?'/><author><name>Mysterious One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055377514659883864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/88/35218828/855300919m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30080018.post-115155913293409475</id><published>2006-06-29T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T16:10:38.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Back to my childhood life it makes no difference. I was not able to enjoy it even when Ive been to school because for me everything is just the same, nothing had changed nothing was added. In addition to that are my classmates that always hurt me in and out. But what can I do ,this child with thin body and no voice eversince. I always say to myself in my very young age when would it end , I already want to give up.And back home I also treated that way so where would i go, under the manggo tree ,cry and back home when im already hungry. Certainly not.&lt;br /&gt;If you only know the secrets behind my laughs I dont think you can even join me laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30080018-115155913293409475?l=themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/feeds/115155913293409475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30080018&amp;postID=115155913293409475&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/115155913293409475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/115155913293409475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/2006/06/childhood-life.html' title='Childhood Life'/><author><name>Mysterious One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055377514659883864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/88/35218828/855300919m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30080018.post-115147152920607846</id><published>2006-06-28T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T09:56:16.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sentiments</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.nack.us/gif/animal/animals_100.gif" border="0" alt="Get graphics at Nackvision.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hindi ako sa tunay naming tirahan lumaki ,may tirahan kaming sarili ngunit gusto ng nanay na pumisan muna kami sa kanila. Eh ang kaso puro kaapihan ang naranasan ng inay sa kamay ng minya ko na kapatid ng tatay palibhasa ay hindi kursunadang maging hipag. Tiniis lahat iyon ng inay palibhasa ay no choice but to stay. Napakalaki rin ng impluwensya nya sa akin simula pa noong kami ay nasa kanila. Sobrang istrikta nya sa akin na halos hindi na ako makahinga.&lt;br /&gt;Masasabi kong sya ang isa sa napakaraming factors kung bakit ganito ngayon ang isang henry. At ang ikikinakagalit ko pa ng sobra ay ang pagpuna nya sa bawat ikinikilos ko at pananaw sa bawat bagay ay ganong sya ang may kagagawan ng lahat.Sinasabi nya na wala akong pakisama eh samantalang noong bata pa naman ako ay ni hindi nya ako pinapayagang makipaglaro sa aking mga kababata.Gusto kong sabihin sa kanya lahat ngunit sa tuwing magkakaroon kami ng sagutan ay lagi nyang ibinabaoy ang pagkakapagpalaki nya akin, ang pag-aalaga,ang naipakain at naibigay. Kaya naman gusto kong matumbasan lahat ng naibigay niya para wala na syang masabi .&lt;br /&gt;At sa lahat ng hindi matanggap-tanggap kung ano ako you have no choice but to do so.Hindi ko pinagpipilitang tanggapin nyo ako ang importante ay tanggap ko sa sarili ko kung ano at sino ako.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30080018-115147152920607846?l=themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/feeds/115147152920607846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30080018&amp;postID=115147152920607846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/115147152920607846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/115147152920607846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-sentiments.html' title='My Sentiments'/><author><name>Mysterious One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055377514659883864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/88/35218828/855300919m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30080018.post-115146939531888730</id><published>2006-06-28T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T08:44:18.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unlucky Ones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sisimulan ko ang kwento ng aking buhay sa aking pagkabata................&lt;br /&gt;Solo akong anak .....bunsong panganay sabi nga nila napakasarap pakinggan kung tutuusin . solo kang tagapagmana kung may ari- ariang maiiwan , nasa iyo ang lahat ng atensyon , ang pagmamahal , pero sa iba lamang iyon ,iba ang aking sitwasyon at depende na rin sa akin kung paano ko maiiba ang iniwan nang tatak ng aming pangalan............simple lamang ang pamumuhay namin sa bukid at doon nga nagumpisa ang pamilyang ngayoy aking kinabibilangan.ayos lamang naman sa akin kahit gaano kasimple o kariwasa ang uri ng pamumuhay bastat sama-sama at walang problema. nagsimula lang naman ang bangungot sa aming buhay noong ako ay walong buwang gulang pa lamang. nagpunta noon sa ilog ang tatay upang labahan daw ang aking mga lampin ngunit may isang palaka na tila tumukso sa kanya.Pauli-uli daw ito sa kanyang harapan kaya natukso syang panain ito.mula noon ay nagkasakit na ang tatay ng epilepsy. At syempre sa isang pamilya na walang maayos na pinagkakakitaan lalo pa at ang padre de pamilya ang nagkaroon ng karamdaman lubos kaming nahirapan sa aspetong pinansyal.magkagannon pa man ginawa pa rin naman ng inay ang lahat upang gumaling ang tatay.hanggang sa noong 1997 ay tuluyan na syang nagpaalam at napakalaking dagok noon sa aming maaag-ina. Sa kabila ng lahat heto kami ngayon taas noo na sinasabing kinaya namin ang lahat kahit dadalawa na lang kami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30080018-115146939531888730?l=themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/feeds/115146939531888730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30080018&amp;postID=115146939531888730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/115146939531888730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/115146939531888730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/2006/06/unlucky-ones.html' title='The Unlucky Ones'/><author><name>Mysterious One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055377514659883864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/88/35218828/855300919m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30080018.post-115146678870252515</id><published>2006-06-28T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T09:32:30.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Know Me Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws"&gt;&lt;img alt="image hosting" src="http://content33.bigoo.ws/content/gif/birds/birds_272.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Maybe you are curious because of the title of my blog but you should be also aware that every question has corresponding answers .The title the mysteries behind me would evolve on me, from my childhood up to present. You would surely discover everything and anything about me. And for those who knew me already but still have limitted information about me , time has come that Im ready to tell the world the experiences and bad memories that makes up HENRY lopez for the past 18 years and for the time ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30080018-115146678870252515?l=themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/feeds/115146678870252515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30080018&amp;postID=115146678870252515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/115146678870252515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/115146678870252515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/2006/06/know-me-better.html' title='Know Me Better'/><author><name>Mysterious One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055377514659883864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/88/35218828/855300919m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30080018.post-115139491971569068</id><published>2006-06-27T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T09:43:40.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://widget-14.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-14.slide.com.com&amp;channel=6509588&amp;cy=bl" width="275" height="175" name="flashticker" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Thank you to all the reader of this blog i want to thank you for being part of my life through my blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30080018-115139491971569068?l=themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/feeds/115139491971569068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30080018&amp;postID=115139491971569068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/115139491971569068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30080018/posts/default/115139491971569068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themysteriesbehindme.blogspot.com/2006/06/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Mysterious One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055377514659883864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/88/35218828/855300919m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
