<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14263120</id><updated>2009-09-24T20:34:07.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"In A Nutshell"</title><subtitle type='html'>provocative.substantial.straightforward.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizaldecamaya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14263120/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizaldecamaya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08809496821706807995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14263120.post-7404374962767438529</id><published>2007-08-02T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T00:46:15.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for that one person: thoughts of pain; of promises; of love; of betrayal; of hope...</title><summary type='text'>i will never "kiss" someone I don't love; won't make confusion and problems as escape; worst, being drunk as a license to being weak. not even kindness, sympathy and understanding shown by a new "friend" during my vulnerable moments will succeed, for i know these are deeds done for concealed motives. you'll always be aware that if a person is too much for comfort. a friendly tap versus a romantic</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14263120/posts/default/7404374962767438529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14263120/posts/default/7404374962767438529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizaldecamaya.blogspot.com/2007/08/for-that-one-person-thoughts-of-pain-of.html' title='for that one person: thoughts of pain; of promises; of love; of betrayal; of hope...'/><author><name>kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08809496821706807995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11734641458966424648'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14263120.post-8730363111969388977</id><published>2007-03-13T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T18:49:23.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Who He Is...</title><summary type='text'>He never enjoyed the feeling of desperation, I guess none of us will...For someone who worries so much, about life... it was never simple and quiet. I could attest to the many roads he traveled, be it taken and the untaken. Not one single moment his weakness shown. Consistently determined to stand for his decisions and fit to whatever fate would endow.He has been an inspiration to many. Known for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14263120/posts/default/8730363111969388977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14263120/posts/default/8730363111969388977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizaldecamaya.blogspot.com/2007/03/of-who-he-is.html' title='Of Who He Is...'/><author><name>kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08809496821706807995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11734641458966424648'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14263120.post-114236485847808727</id><published>2006-03-01T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T03:41:16.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Papa...</title><summary type='text'>How I’d love to sing with my father again.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizaldecamaya.blogspot.com/feeds/114236485847808727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14263120&amp;postID=114236485847808727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14263120/posts/default/114236485847808727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14263120/posts/default/114236485847808727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizaldecamaya.blogspot.com/2006/03/for-papa.html' title='For Papa...'/><author><name>kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08809496821706807995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11734641458966424648'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14263120.post-113716837586136583</id><published>2006-01-14T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T00:06:27.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do I Really Want?</title><summary type='text'>Much has been said about planning and managing one’s career. Not many weeks from now, a new generation of professionals will tote up to the working force. But how many of them would end up to their dream job? How many would aspire to go abroad? How many of them would gamble in a career shifts? —countless.You see, looking for a job is easy, but for the right one… is an enormous challenge. Most of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14263120/posts/default/113716837586136583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14263120/posts/default/113716837586136583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizaldecamaya.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-do-i-really-want_14.html' title='What Do I Really Want?'/><author><name>kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08809496821706807995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11734641458966424648'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14263120.post-112497469734823631</id><published>2005-08-25T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T21:04:51.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My OTP Diary</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.myotp.blogspot.com/' title='My OTP Diary'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14263120/posts/default/112497469734823631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14263120/posts/default/112497469734823631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizaldecamaya.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-otp-diary.html' title='My OTP Diary'/><author><name>kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08809496821706807995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11734641458966424648'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14263120.post-112373949174892503</id><published>2005-08-11T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T13:56:27.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Lunch Sentiments</title><summary type='text'>You see, that no matter how you carefully scrutinize people, there will always be permeable personalities. Just like alcohol in the body, that even if we have protection, the molecules that would make us drunk can get through. I don’t know, I’m not a ‘science’ person so I really can’t explain the analogy technically. The feeling that you know you are safe, eventually you find yourself at the most</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14263120/posts/default/112373949174892503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14263120/posts/default/112373949174892503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizaldecamaya.blogspot.com/2005/08/after-lunch-sentiments.html' title='After Lunch Sentiments'/><author><name>kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08809496821706807995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11734641458966424648'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14263120.post-112297780954701633</id><published>2005-08-02T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T14:19:35.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"life is a winding road and i learned many things little ones should'nt know... as i close my eyes, steadied my feet on the ground, raised my head to the sky.. and as clouds roll by... still i feel like a child when i look at the moon... maybe i grew up a little too soon..." </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14263120/posts/default/112297780954701633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14263120/posts/default/112297780954701633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizaldecamaya.blogspot.com/2005/08/life-is-winding-road-and-i-learned.html' title=''/><author><name>kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08809496821706807995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11734641458966424648'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14263120.post-112253431980906764</id><published>2005-07-28T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T11:43:18.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At a distance</title><summary type='text'>Don’t be too nearSo I won’t hear your heartThat beats for someone else.Don’t be too farBecause I wouldn’t wantTo worry so much about youJust stay at a distanceWhere I can see youThough I could not hold youAt a distanceSo I can hearThough you will not be mineAt a distanceI hate the way I don’t hate you,It hurts me badYou won’t be thereTo catch me when I fall</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14263120/posts/default/112253431980906764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14263120/posts/default/112253431980906764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizaldecamaya.blogspot.com/2005/07/at-distance.html' title='At a distance'/><author><name>kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08809496821706807995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11734641458966424648'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14263120.post-112079120545558310</id><published>2005-07-08T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T11:09:15.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Throwing Starts on JULY 12!</title><summary type='text'>find yours and make a difference. With the collaborative efforts of the BAYANIHANBatch of AYLC 2004 and the whole alliance, comes the maiden issue of‘Starfish’. Join us, as we argue, express and inspire!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizaldecamaya.blogspot.com/feeds/112079120545558310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14263120&amp;postID=112079120545558310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14263120/posts/default/112079120545558310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14263120/posts/default/112079120545558310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizaldecamaya.blogspot.com/2005/07/throwing-starts-on-july-12.html' title='Throwing Starts on JULY 12!'/><author><name>kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08809496821706807995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11734641458966424648'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14263120.post-112072203387656531</id><published>2005-07-07T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T15:40:33.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Contemporary Television Programming: An Offense to our Culture and the Society?"</title><summary type='text'> Media is a fact of life. We need it for information and entertainment. We have news, drama series, comedy shows, variety programs and a lot more. But as we go about our everyday broadcast consumption, we poignantly ask ourselves… is this really the kind of media that we deserve? Are the programs obtainable reflecting our culture and the society as a whole currently? Are we really on our way </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizaldecamaya.blogspot.com/feeds/112072203387656531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14263120&amp;postID=112072203387656531&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14263120/posts/default/112072203387656531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14263120/posts/default/112072203387656531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizaldecamaya.blogspot.com/2005/07/contemporary-television-programming.html' title='&quot;Contemporary Television Programming: An Offense to our Culture and the Society?&quot;'/><author><name>kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08809496821706807995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11734641458966424648'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14263120.post-112070741044104565</id><published>2005-07-07T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T10:19:25.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“EDUCATION MISMATCH”</title><summary type='text'>Economics ascertains how the demand and the supply should be kept in a balance. But with the country’s predicament in terms of job opportunities, it has been a problem of the country to actually provide quality jobs for thousands of graduates annually. Simply it shows how abundant we are in fresh workers (not necessarily competent), but very much scarce in opportunities for them.An estimated 4 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizaldecamaya.blogspot.com/feeds/112070741044104565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14263120&amp;postID=112070741044104565&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14263120/posts/default/112070741044104565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14263120/posts/default/112070741044104565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizaldecamaya.blogspot.com/2005/07/education-mismatch.html' title='“EDUCATION MISMATCH”'/><author><name>kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08809496821706807995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11734641458966424648'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>23</thr:total></entry></feed>