<?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-7152139937652322752</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:52:15.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock bottom.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostrated.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152139937652322752/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostrated.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>_0428_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00187571060572059885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/62/11692610/21129793339160s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152139937652322752.post-5416631297886497377</id><published>2009-08-11T05:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T05:57:36.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In all honesty, I didn’t know that there are such “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FA&lt;/span&gt;” people who exist in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. For everyone’s info, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FA&lt;/span&gt; means &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dmirer&lt;/span&gt;. And no guys, I don’t mean to discriminate. Don’t get me wrong here, alright? It’s just that it has long penetrated to me that people who are “smaller” in size are generally more accepted in our society. FAs and obese people don’t disgust me, seriously. But damn, it really stuns me that there are men who like to see their partners in their maximum size and that’s why they’re called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAT ADMIRERS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They like cellulites, excess fats, and everything bulgy. They don't even get attracted to average-sized women. How weird is that? Answer me, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; Anyway, there's more to be aware of. I have watched on a particular talk show that a girl was so freakin’ upset with herself because her weight did not ranged from six hundred to seven hundred when she was scaled. She repeatedly uttered, “I’m just disappointed with how I weigh. I just wanted to be bigger.” After she spoke of those words, I was like, “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Darn. She IS extreme&lt;/span&gt;.” Talk about having my jaw dropped and eyebrows met. I have never, as far as I’m knowledgeable of, seen such thing. Two words: Pathetically Strange. Obviously, they don’t slay and slaughter anyone else but themselves. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Too much of the topic. Geez, I am so excited to go back to photography classes. Wee! I couldn't wait any longer. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P.S. I so miss flag ceremonies every monday. I miss the chatter and laughs. I miss being scolded by some strict old teachers of the school. Oops! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152139937652322752-5416631297886497377?l=mostrated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostrated.blogspot.com/feeds/5416631297886497377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152139937652322752&amp;postID=5416631297886497377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152139937652322752/posts/default/5416631297886497377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152139937652322752/posts/default/5416631297886497377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostrated.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-all-honesty-i-didnt-know-that-there.html' title='Strange..'/><author><name>_0428_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00187571060572059885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/62/11692610/21129793339160s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152139937652322752.post-6106134461036177627</id><published>2009-07-27T05:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T05:55:57.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THINGS I MISS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Laughing with friends&lt;br /&gt;2.) "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hulo&lt;/span&gt;" jeepneys&lt;br /&gt;3.) Photography class&lt;br /&gt;4.) Reading a page-turner novel&lt;br /&gt;5.) Sun services (quite)&lt;br /&gt;6.) Robinson's pioneer&lt;br /&gt;7.) Waking up before dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATING THIS BLOG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Heck yeah. How I wish I have all the time in the world to update this blog more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152139937652322752-6106134461036177627?l=mostrated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostrated.blogspot.com/feeds/6106134461036177627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152139937652322752&amp;postID=6106134461036177627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152139937652322752/posts/default/6106134461036177627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152139937652322752/posts/default/6106134461036177627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostrated.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-i-miss-1.html' title=''/><author><name>_0428_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00187571060572059885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/62/11692610/21129793339160s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152139937652322752.post-4265314006760730995</id><published>2009-07-03T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T08:07:21.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aA0E6gnQFPI/Sk4WFJql54I/AAAAAAAAACo/EPeIyJc704I/s1600-h/DSC-0263-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 193px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aA0E6gnQFPI/Sk4WFJql54I/AAAAAAAAACo/EPeIyJc704I/s320/DSC-0263-copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354241284739819394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This shot was taken while I was waiting for a cab to pass by the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"What is contentment?," I had to ask myself before going to sleep last night. Seems a "simple" word but with an immense impact to many. Is being able to smile through thick and thin contentment? Maybe. But to majority, contentment is just being able to be where you want to be..and being happy with it. To few, contentment is not the fulfillment of what you want. It is the realization of what you already have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so caught up with myself that I fail to realize how much I have already as an individual. Decent home, good friends, education, loving family, a faithful God..i mean, what else should I ask for? I guess, nothing else..nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I just wanted to live like the man in the picture-- contented of the things he has(probably his job), and happy with what his surroundings can offer him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I have come to realize that it's just GREAT to live the life of a contented person. We all have to realize that. Let's remember that the happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes across their ways. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is it ever possible to be contented? YES, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just to inform you, I have graduated from basic photography classes last last week. It's an amazing experience to have truly open your eyes for art. You get to appreciate a lot of things and you get to be appreciated at the same time. Well, that's when you take good photographs. Hehe. It's also a nice feeling to appeal to conscience of other human beings. I hope to be a better photographer some day. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152139937652322752-4265314006760730995?l=mostrated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostrated.blogspot.com/feeds/4265314006760730995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152139937652322752&amp;postID=4265314006760730995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152139937652322752/posts/default/4265314006760730995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152139937652322752/posts/default/4265314006760730995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostrated.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-shot-was-taken-while-i-was-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>_0428_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00187571060572059885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/62/11692610/21129793339160s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aA0E6gnQFPI/Sk4WFJql54I/AAAAAAAAACo/EPeIyJc704I/s72-c/DSC-0263-copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152139937652322752.post-1523342951694458939</id><published>2009-06-17T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T05:59:19.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomly written, i guess.</title><content type='html'>Having been able to log in to twitter a while ago,  I have again read some of the most humorous twitter updates from Hollywood celebrities.  I dunno if their updates meant to be laughable at some point, but I find myself bubbling to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my personal choice for the day.&lt;br /&gt;Go Mr. Pete &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wentz&lt;/span&gt;. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aA0E6gnQFPI/SjjjVQsStVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qYG1o9p5bnU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 69px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aA0E6gnQFPI/SjjjVQsStVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qYG1o9p5bnU/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348274511899964754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, it DOES feel good to be a gangsta. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I remember while I was peeing, there is this statement that on spur of moment popped out my mind. I can't exactly remember who said it, but i was sure he was an instructor/mentor in my photography class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Art is being human.&lt;/blockquote&gt;At first it didn't had an impact on me by any means, but when i rethink the statement, it contrived a deeper, more profound meaning to me. ;) Go figure yourself that one. Haha! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152139937652322752-1523342951694458939?l=mostrated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostrated.blogspot.com/feeds/1523342951694458939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152139937652322752&amp;postID=1523342951694458939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152139937652322752/posts/default/1523342951694458939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152139937652322752/posts/default/1523342951694458939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostrated.blogspot.com/2009/06/having-been-able-to-log-in-to-twitter.html' title='Randomly written, i guess.'/><author><name>_0428_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00187571060572059885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/62/11692610/21129793339160s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aA0E6gnQFPI/SjjjVQsStVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qYG1o9p5bnU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152139937652322752.post-2922595697562313340</id><published>2009-06-14T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T06:13:13.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was about to change the layout few moments ago, but then I have realized that I should rather post an "update" than to change the layout. *Changes topic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we talked about executing composition to our photographs. I was pretty much amazed with every group's shots, I reckon there's  much variety in each pieces of creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aA0E6gnQFPI/SjT27ByTpqI/AAAAAAAAACA/gy0zULdRZrI/s1600-h/DSC-1041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aA0E6gnQFPI/SjT27ByTpqI/AAAAAAAAACA/gy0zULdRZrI/s320/DSC-1041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347170151547774626" border="0" /&gt;Group 2's work.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;See that?Amazing, huh? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152139937652322752-2922595697562313340?l=mostrated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostrated.blogspot.com/feeds/2922595697562313340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152139937652322752&amp;postID=2922595697562313340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152139937652322752/posts/default/2922595697562313340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152139937652322752/posts/default/2922595697562313340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostrated.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-about-to-change-layout-few.html' title=''/><author><name>_0428_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00187571060572059885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/62/11692610/21129793339160s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aA0E6gnQFPI/SjT27ByTpqI/AAAAAAAAACA/gy0zULdRZrI/s72-c/DSC-1041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152139937652322752.post-862294243165081178</id><published>2009-05-28T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:24:48.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Loser..that's what I am. Can't even update this blog more often. Darn it. Guess that microblogging is my thing right now. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152139937652322752-862294243165081178?l=mostrated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostrated.blogspot.com/feeds/862294243165081178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152139937652322752&amp;postID=862294243165081178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152139937652322752/posts/default/862294243165081178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152139937652322752/posts/default/862294243165081178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostrated.blogspot.com/2009/05/loser.html' title=''/><author><name>_0428_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00187571060572059885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/62/11692610/21129793339160s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152139937652322752.post-6347720817495053476</id><published>2009-04-05T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:49:34.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For there will be no goodbyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess forever is not as long as it used to be&lt;br /&gt;The forever were supposed to share&lt;br /&gt;The forever heard of years ago&lt;br /&gt;Will we let it end tonight?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was of immense relief finishing High school. I feel ecstatic up to now. I am completely dominated by this some kind of intense emotion. The fact that I survived four years of (hell) just gives me that feeling of thrill. However, it saddens me as well. High school had been such a crazy ride for me. Ups and downs, wrongs and rights. Gahd, I realize now there are many things I have to leave behind. But then, the memories will forever be cherished. Wooosh. Just a while ago I have thought of making a list of unforgettable memories but it would be completely a bore for you to read, i guess. And besides, i would have to make a second part of this post as a continuation. Anyway, there are few people i would like to thank the most. They were the one who indeed helped me survived high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. God&lt;br /&gt;Heck yeah, it is Him who has given me the strength of heart and mind. Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aA0E6gnQFPI/SdjQ2Jr_UZI/AAAAAAAAABg/1rtBV-3u5sA/s1600-h/DSC_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aA0E6gnQFPI/SdjQ2Jr_UZI/AAAAAAAAABg/1rtBV-3u5sA/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321232588470178194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the study costs are credited to them. Mwahahaha! Also the encouragement and of course, the love. I really really would have not survived without the help of these two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Friends&lt;br /&gt;Of course, who would have endured high school without a circle of friends? Wala naman diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aA0E6gnQFPI/SdjRdrgxiRI/AAAAAAAAABo/_DjXc24eIrI/s1600-h/DSC_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aA0E6gnQFPI/SdjRdrgxiRI/AAAAAAAAABo/_DjXc24eIrI/s320/DSC_0051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321233267564841234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Rach, Mich, Mary, Cindy, Malou, Fave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aA0E6gnQFPI/SdjRzRJJFMI/AAAAAAAAABw/s4vNvCzEXF8/s1600-h/DSC_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aA0E6gnQFPI/SdjRzRJJFMI/AAAAAAAAABw/s4vNvCzEXF8/s320/DSC_0068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321233638443521218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rach and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is official. I am leaving High school. As i close this chapter of my life, a new one will begin to open. There may be uncertainties that I still have to face, but yes, I am so ready for college life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aA0E6gnQFPI/SdjSdnrn43I/AAAAAAAAAB4/ULa7QqCKJOY/s1600-h/DSC_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aA0E6gnQFPI/SdjSdnrn43I/AAAAAAAAAB4/ULa7QqCKJOY/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321234366048232306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adios, Mandsci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7152139937652322752-6347720817495053476?l=mostrated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostrated.blogspot.com/feeds/6347720817495053476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7152139937652322752&amp;postID=6347720817495053476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152139937652322752/posts/default/6347720817495053476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7152139937652322752/posts/default/6347720817495053476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostrated.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-was-of-immense-relief-finishing-high.html' title='For there will be no goodbyes.'/><author><name>_0428_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00187571060572059885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/01/62/11692610/21129793339160s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aA0E6gnQFPI/SdjQ2Jr_UZI/AAAAAAAAABg/1rtBV-3u5sA/s72-c/DSC_0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
