<?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-31448428</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:51:44.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>brise de mer: forever passing...always fleeting</title><subtitle type='html'>In the recess of my mind,
A longing for a home,
With a gentle breeze giving life to my empty soul</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balladoffallenangels.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31448428/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balladoffallenangels.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gartreud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843013485640506470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c320/_gothQueen_/hizumi2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448428.post-8214149648861390361</id><published>2007-03-13T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T23:17:58.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I was given a year to mature. I mean we all go through what I call mutual depression when it comes to something we can least comprehend compared to what seems to be the teem. There is first the feeling of inferiority, which might as well caused me my slack because for the past years I learned the art of blending into a sort of numbness towards the latter. Another would be the non-existence of the logical-mathematical intelligence in me based on the theory of multiple intelligence by Gardner. I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So, with that said I can still prove to suffice that I kinda' got it. I actually earned an 85 this past grading and all I can hope for, for now is that that retains if not increases. But I should claim, for the sake of misconceptions, I get it on pen and paper but on programming terms... you can't leave me on the screen alone and see me produce something beyond clrscr(); See honesty enlightens us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;C.S. is a subject that won't have me jumping on my seat but I don't despise it either. C'mon I won't lie and claim I didn't do it for my grade, who hypocritic freak would do that?! But atleast I can relate to future circumstances without feeling like an under-rated dog who couldn't blend in with the high-intellectuals - atleast that is what my pride screams for now. Be a radical. Learning knows no limits. no boundaries. no fences. Hence, no civilization; we become free-spirits, unrestrained to explore and discover what is patiently waiting to be unraveled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Thanks anyway Ms. Gallardo, I thank you for even reaching this far without hesitation. It just means my grade is not just for display, really, this would mean so much to me. Thank you for having us pray consistently every meeting and asking us to do it right. At least, you never failed to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Christine Stephanie Patricia V. Pineda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Owner of this blog *which is temporarily used for C.S. Purposes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;III-burbank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31448428-8214149648861390361?l=balladoffallenangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balladoffallenangels.blogspot.com/feeds/8214149648861390361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31448428&amp;postID=8214149648861390361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31448428/posts/default/8214149648861390361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31448428/posts/default/8214149648861390361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balladoffallenangels.blogspot.com/2007/03/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Gartreud</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03843013485640506470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c320/_gothQueen_/hizumi2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
