<?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-7763788</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:21:50.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can you feel me?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chefsy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763788/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chefsy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chefsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050737317179247358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.evalongoriapictures.com/photos/fullsize/preview4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763788.post-110717447701331627</id><published>2005-01-31T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T11:51:32.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brother's Recommendation: I feel for.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="vpdiv"&gt;&lt;a href="http://continue.to/videos"&gt;&lt;embed name="RAOCXplayer" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/" src="http://wm.atlrec.com/the_streets/dryyoureyes_300k.wmv" width="320" height="265" type="application/x-mplayer2" showcontrols="0" showstatusbar="1" autosize="true" loop="true" enablecontextmenu="0" displaysize="0"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry Your Eyes In one single moment your whole life can turn 'round I stand there for a minute starin' straight into the ground Lookin' to the left slightly, then lookin' back down World feels like it's caved in - proper sorry frown Please let me show you where we could only just be, for us I can change and I can grow or we could adjust The wicked thing about us is we always have trust We can even have an open relationship, if you must I look at her she stares almost straight back at me But her eyes glaze over like she's lookin' straight through me Then her eyes must have closed for what seems an eternity When they open up she's lookin' down at her feet Dry your eyes mate I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up There's plenty more fish in the sea Dry your eyes mate I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts But you've got to walk away now It's over So then I move my hand up from down by my side It's shakin', my life is crashin' before my eyes Turn the palm of my hand up to face the skies Touch the bottom of her chin and let out a sigh 'Cause I can't imagine my life without you and me There's things I can't imagine doin', things I can't imagine seein' It weren't supposed to be easy, surely Please, please, I beg you please She brings her hands up towards where my hands rested She wraps her fingers round mine with the softness she's blessed with She peels away my fingers, looks at me and then gestures By pushin' my hand away to my chest, from hers Dry your eyes mate I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up There's plenty more fish in the sea Dry your eyes mate I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts But you've got to walk away now It's over And I'm just standin' there, I can't say a word 'Cause everythin's just gone I've got nothin' Absolutely nothin' Tryin' to pull her close out of bare desperation Put my arms around her tryin' to change what she's sayin' Pull my head level with hers so she might engage in Look into her eyes to make her listen again I'm not gonna fuckin', just fuckin' leave it all now 'Cause you said it'd be forever and that was your vow And you're gonna let our things simply crash and fall down You're well out of order now, this is well out of town She pulls away, my arms are tightly clamped round her waist Gently pushes me back and she looks at me straight Turns around so she's now got her back to my face Takes one step forward, looks back, and then walks away Dry your eyes mate I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up There's plenty more fish in the sea Dry your eyes mate I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts But you've got to walk away now It's over I know in the past I've found it hard to say Tellin' you things, but not tellin' straight But the more I pull on your hand and say The more you pull away Dry your eyes mate I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up There's plenty more fish in the sea Dry your eyes mate I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts But you've got to walk away now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763788-110717447701331627?l=chefsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chefsy.blogspot.com/feeds/110717447701331627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763788&amp;postID=110717447701331627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763788/posts/default/110717447701331627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763788/posts/default/110717447701331627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chefsy.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-brothers-recommendation-i-feel-for.html' title='My Brother&apos;s Recommendation: I feel for.'/><author><name>chefsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050737317179247358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.evalongoriapictures.com/photos/fullsize/preview4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763788.post-109296060225151123</id><published>2004-08-19T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T17:10:02.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporarily Steady</title><content type='html'>Since I still haven't blogged. Still haven't updated this site.&lt;br /&gt;My working site, &lt;a href="http://chefsunrise.tk"&gt;http://chefsunrise.tk&lt;/a&gt; has been loaded with alot of pictures and posts.&lt;br /&gt;I'd move and have my thoughts working soon for this site.&lt;br /&gt;Something more substancial, moving, different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763788-109296060225151123?l=chefsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chefsy.blogspot.com/feeds/109296060225151123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763788&amp;postID=109296060225151123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763788/posts/default/109296060225151123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763788/posts/default/109296060225151123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chefsy.blogspot.com/2004/08/temporarily-steady.html' title='Temporarily Steady'/><author><name>chefsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050737317179247358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.evalongoriapictures.com/photos/fullsize/preview4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763788.post-1090936705942096</id><published>2004-07-27T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T08:17:45.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the Flags</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Running under the flags and principles of TAPAT challenged my intellect and my capability not just as a student but also as a person.&amp;nbsp;TAPAT, popularly known as&amp;nbsp;one of the strongest and long lived political party at The De La Salle University has finally conquered the grounds of DLSU-College of St. Benilde, it's legacy has been passed on and history is now made for student governance. In full-force new student leaders under the flag have been lead and informed in awareness for the society not just for the University.&amp;nbsp; The history of TAPAT's formation at CSB began with just 3 (three) friends who happened to be strong members of the Alyansang TAPAT sa Lasalista in a classroom during their fortunate long break. These passionate people are transferee&amp;nbsp;students who believed that there is student-empowerment and the thought of impossibilities will never exist. &amp;nbsp;With each other's help, giving their best foot forward with all the proposals, studying the Universities constitution and observing the Universities system over their terms of residency slowly they were able to acquire the chance for its existence, it took time yet those months never became an hindrance to their well-spoken dream.&amp;nbsp;Growing up and having the&amp;nbsp;party's principles, their pride and hopes never went down.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Started with few interested students and friends,&amp;nbsp;these 3 students Slowly with each other’s friend's connections, the new breed of The TAPAT leaders were oriented and formed. During the Wednesday University Breaks, Meetings were met regularly. Imagine, from 3 hard-working friends with other fiends supporting them, TAPAT’s history at CSB finally had it’s flag waved, number of people have joined and started the trainings, friendship of solidarity were formed and constant gatherings were attended.&lt;br /&gt;In every hard-beginning TAPAT’s legitimacy and legality in the school ground have acquired issues and controversies over other organizations and Offices but that never stopped TAPAT from multiplying. To fight for a Just and Free Society, Student- Empowerment and the 5’ P stands of TAPAT were guarded and used. The first Group of Candidates (including I) have under gone struggles but the determination to fight for what we love and what we know is right never washed-out.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763788-1090936705942096?l=chefsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chefsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1090936705942096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763788&amp;postID=1090936705942096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763788/posts/default/1090936705942096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763788/posts/default/1090936705942096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chefsy.blogspot.com/2004/07/under-flags.html' title='Under the Flags'/><author><name>chefsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01050737317179247358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.evalongoriapictures.com/photos/fullsize/preview4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
