<?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-5370437</id><updated>2011-07-31T02:45:38.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gibrael's nonSense</title><subtitle type='html'>it is in your most insensible moments that you find the most sensible truths.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alex Andre'</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370437.post-8908012989843975612</id><published>2008-03-13T22:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T05:20:52.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage Fails</title><summary type='text'>Excerpt: Journal Entry January 10, 2008-I know somehow why marriages fail.It starts with waking up in the morning. Waking up in the morning  at early stages of relationship is a pleasant experience. You greet your partner "good morning" and smile. She happily returns it with a knowing smile, almost a grin. You'll both smile thinking about the same thing, either it be the wild sex you had before </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/8908012989843975612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5370437&amp;postID=8908012989843975612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/8908012989843975612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/8908012989843975612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/2008/03/marriage-fails.html' title='Marriage Fails'/><author><name>Alex Andre'</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370437.post-5945071818301706016</id><published>2008-01-20T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:12:55.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish No Memory of You to Return</title><summary type='text'>Excerpt: Journal Entry December 21, 2007-It bothers me how some emotions just can't die. No matter what you do and no matter how many times you bury these emotions, they keep on resurfacing.Albeit in a more detached way, I still hurt every time I hear rumors about you. And although I don't exactly know what's true or not anymore from the things that emanate the air of this small garbage of a town</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/5945071818301706016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5370437&amp;postID=5945071818301706016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/5945071818301706016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/5945071818301706016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-wish-no-memory-of-you-to-return.html' title='I Wish No Memory of You to Return'/><author><name>Alex Andre'</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370437.post-955443820089360673</id><published>2007-12-31T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T22:36:49.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year to Most of Us</title><summary type='text'>While definitely, a new year is good time to start anew, a time to rethink all plans, to reconsider things we were sure of, reshuffle priorities, to question beliefs, to gain new hope, and wish better days to come, not all of us make this far. Some people make it just a day short of the new hopes and beginnings. Some families are mourning, when they were excited to celebrate. Some are busy doing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/955443820089360673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5370437&amp;postID=955443820089360673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/955443820089360673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/955443820089360673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year-to-most-of-us.html' title='Happy New Year to Most of Us'/><author><name>Alex Andre'</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370437.post-748424656461888087</id><published>2007-12-31T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:03:33.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Cured All The People!</title><summary type='text'>-Spoiler Warning. -... should have been the title of Will Smith's latest film - I am Legend - as the film does not deserve to be bear this Richard Matheson title as it does not bear any resemblance to any of themes that were well conceived and effectively delivered by the book, except some vague likeness to the setting. Every thought provoking scene, every ethical question, every psychological </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/748424656461888087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5370437&amp;postID=748424656461888087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/748424656461888087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/748424656461888087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-cured-all-people.html' title='I Cured All The People!'/><author><name>Alex Andre'</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tMfx19nUHz0/R3j7O2cOpOI/AAAAAAAAABg/nDkv_oTpobg/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370437.post-7374247050948531721</id><published>2007-12-13T15:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T17:21:32.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Microsoft Still With Us In the 25th Century</title><summary type='text'>The future looks dim for us who are hoping that a nifty new operating system would be waiting for us in a decade or so. As it seems, we are stuck with Windows in at least another half millennium, and without even an improvement.This is definitely old news for the millions of Firefly fans that struggled to keep the show alive, and are still struggling, but for me who have just recently discovered </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/7374247050948531721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5370437&amp;postID=7374247050948531721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/7374247050948531721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/7374247050948531721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/2007/12/mcrosoft-still-with-us-in-25th-century.html' title='Microsoft Still With Us In the 25th Century'/><author><name>Alex Andre'</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tMfx19nUHz0/R2DlqmQCk5I/AAAAAAAAABI/aEn_hMcrvPE/s72-c/vlcsnap-16656.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370437.post-3370959601736938425</id><published>2007-11-11T17:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T17:05:13.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Badge</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/3370959601736938425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5370437&amp;postID=3370959601736938425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/3370959601736938425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/3370959601736938425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/2007/11/personality-badge.html' title='Personality Badge'/><author><name>Alex Andre'</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370437.post-8243423262063164058</id><published>2007-08-02T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T01:35:03.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Like Water</title><summary type='text'>Revived from an old, and I mean old, paperwork.-If there’s anything that resembles my qualities most, it must be water. I am water. I am water, because I flow. I learned in my seventeen long years that going with the flow is the best thing to do. I could be in the widest plains or in the tiniest crevices and still be comfortable. Flowing allows me to be anonymously powerful and influential. Heck,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/8243423262063164058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5370437&amp;postID=8243423262063164058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/8243423262063164058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/8243423262063164058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/2007/08/be-like-water.html' title='Be Like Water'/><author><name>Alex Andre'</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370437.post-1452254046095753311</id><published>2007-08-01T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T02:52:30.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jelai's Yearbook Writeup</title><summary type='text'>It was very hard to make a 150 word description -_-"- This woman will always be attractive since she retains her bloom and never fails to care for her appearance even through tougher times. When all else gets miserable, she at least doesn’t forget to put eyeliners on. But what catches your attention isn’t her usual pakikay façade but her practical, no-nonsense attitude and simple, infectiously </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/1452254046095753311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5370437&amp;postID=1452254046095753311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/1452254046095753311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/1452254046095753311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/2007/08/jelais-yearbook-writeup.html' title='Jelai&apos;s Yearbook Writeup'/><author><name>Alex Andre'</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370437.post-4471237053989924674</id><published>2007-07-12T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T01:11:51.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pet Rabbit Named Dusty and the Wolves</title><summary type='text'>---From the Create Your Own WOLF Story from Nancy Drew's 16th Detective Game for PC, The White Wolf of Icicle Creek.---What I said before, about wolves, it is because my pet rabbit named Dusty was killed by wolves -- killed, and devoured. Years ago, when I was a little child, -- my pet rabbit named Dusty -- was on her way back from the Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital on her Beetle </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/4471237053989924674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5370437&amp;postID=4471237053989924674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/4471237053989924674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/4471237053989924674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-pet-rabbit-named-dusty-and-wolves.html' title='My Pet Rabbit Named Dusty and the Wolves'/><author><name>Alex Andre'</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370437.post-7677140056669465110</id><published>2007-07-11T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T01:15:04.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C- Rank Traveller</title><summary type='text'>There's still a lot for me to see, and I plan to. :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/7677140056669465110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5370437&amp;postID=7677140056669465110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/7677140056669465110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/7677140056669465110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/2007/07/c-rank-traveller.html' title='C- Rank Traveller'/><author><name>Alex Andre'</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370437.post-2105915964475019897</id><published>2007-06-20T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T23:32:52.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Years Later</title><summary type='text'>You would be discontented with everything. Any effort I make to please you would amount to nothing. Chocolates would not be as sweet as they were three years ago. Flowers would neither be as fragrant nor as vibrant as they were. All you would see is that everything is old.Mall walks would just be tiring and window shopping would be frustrating. And when you used to feel safe just by holding my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/2105915964475019897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5370437&amp;postID=2105915964475019897&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/2105915964475019897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/2105915964475019897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/2007/06/three-years-later.html' title='Three Years Later'/><author><name>Alex Andre'</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370437.post-354103880656060146</id><published>2007-05-28T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T18:14:11.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Need of A Sad Song</title><summary type='text'>I wish there's a sad song that I could sing, but there is noneOne that speaks of leaving, a house, and memoriesOf many firsts, many quarrels, few parties, and memoriesOf unpaid bills, dusty floors, and a rabbit that is now goneI wish for a  song that sings of four walls that witnessed loveFaucets that leak, and broken jalousiesAnd of happiness that peaks and drops every other monthAnd friendships</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/354103880656060146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5370437&amp;postID=354103880656060146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/354103880656060146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/354103880656060146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-need-of-sad-song.html' title='In Need of A Sad Song'/><author><name>Alex Andre'</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370437.post-4726657599963306666</id><published>2007-05-16T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T16:08:54.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Need Of A Better Crowd</title><summary type='text'>This just in. I am in need of a better crowd. I need to surround my self with more positive people. People with high desires and drive. Interacting with dead people's really getting into my nerves lately. If I continue to be around apathetic people, and people who doesn't take real actions to achieve their so called goals I'm sure to sink with them.I am in dire need of inspiration, and I need </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/4726657599963306666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5370437&amp;postID=4726657599963306666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/4726657599963306666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/4726657599963306666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-need-of-better-crowd.html' title='In Need Of A Better Crowd'/><author><name>Alex Andre'</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370437.post-2422290907742692306</id><published>2007-05-16T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T09:05:55.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Everything Test</title><summary type='text'>    The Everything Test    There are many different types of tests on the internet today. Personality tests,     purity tests, stereotype tests, political tests. But now, there is one test to rule them all. Traditionally, online tests would ask certain questions about your musical tastes or clothing for a stereotype, your experiences for a purity test, or deep questions for a personality </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/2422290907742692306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/2422290907742692306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/2007/05/everything-test.html' title='The Everything Test'/><author><name>Alex Andre'</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370437.post-888276676686129338</id><published>2007-05-16T03:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T01:56:14.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matters of (Non)Seriousity</title><summary type='text'>First, some drops of nonsense.I actually have (well, it's still theoretical but greater scientific consensus believe so that it is) a neurological illness that causes me so much pain at the moment. Coincidentally, it is also good alibi for all the things i might (and might not)  say. What makes it better is that it is 4 o'clock in the morning and I am nowhere near any drugstore to buy a temporary</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/888276676686129338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5370437&amp;postID=888276676686129338&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/888276676686129338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/888276676686129338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/2007/05/matters-of-nonseriousity.html' title='Matters of (Non)Seriousity'/><author><name>Alex Andre'</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370437.post-3547317458126879274</id><published>2007-04-28T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T23:30:46.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poeple Are Sleeping And Stuff...</title><summary type='text'>...while some people on the other hand are doing much more important things. Unlike people like me who are sleeping and stuff, some people are actually going through a lot of interesting and meaningful things and events that actually mean something. And yes, actually is very important word in that sentence because, I am also doing meaningful and interesting things, just... not actually. I have my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/3547317458126879274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5370437&amp;postID=3547317458126879274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/3547317458126879274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/3547317458126879274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/2007/04/poeple-are-sleeping-and-stuff.html' title='Poeple Are Sleeping And Stuff...'/><author><name>Alex Andre'</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370437.post-4818193268550595114</id><published>2007-03-22T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T14:46:11.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet</title><summary type='text'>"What we have between us is a commitment greater than anything else. It is not symbolized by a diamond or even a simple band of gold. It is not defined by time, or even the space in which we live apart or together. Rather, it is a commitment continually revealed in each new level of trust, each new layer of vulnerability, each new depth of love. It is a commitment continually discovered as each </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/4818193268550595114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5370437&amp;postID=4818193268550595114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/4818193268550595114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/4818193268550595114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/2007/03/sweet.html' title='Sweet'/><author><name>Alex Andre'</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370437.post-7357125780327476610</id><published>2006-12-27T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T04:52:40.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minsan</title><summary type='text'>There are things that no matter how we wish will not be back. Time spent is lost and is lost forever.There are gaps so big that even the internet can't bridge. These gaps are not measured by miles but by heartbeats and memories. No matter how small these gaps are in terms of distance, only memories and will can bridge them.-Minsanby Eraserheads   Minsan sa may kalayaan tayo'y nagkatagpuanMay mga </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/7357125780327476610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5370437&amp;postID=7357125780327476610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/7357125780327476610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/7357125780327476610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/2006/12/minsan.html' title='Minsan'/><author><name>Alex Andre'</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370437.post-1214133481248652293</id><published>2006-12-24T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T19:13:26.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different Christmas</title><summary type='text'>I feel weary. Uneasy. For the longest time I have been spending my Christmases alone. All the past eight of them. I no longer have the desire to be with anyone during yuletide season. What once was a painful resign to loneliness is now a calm and peaceful acceptance of a ritualistic isolation. There are no Christmas trees, no decors, no mistletoe to kiss someone beneath it. Just the silence of my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/1214133481248652293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5370437&amp;postID=1214133481248652293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/1214133481248652293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/1214133481248652293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/2006/12/different-christmas.html' title='A Different Christmas'/><author><name>Alex Andre'</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370437.post-115332039972151014</id><published>2006-07-19T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T05:46:41.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now</title><summary type='text'>The world does not revolve around me. People does not revolve around me. And the world is certainly not going to wait around for me.Time is passing. People are growing old. People are achieving things. The world is reforming. But Why do I keep my self stranded. Why?The world will leave me, along with all the millions of people in it. And will I stand here unchanged? Unmoved? Unimproved?Certainly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/115332039972151014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5370437&amp;postID=115332039972151014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/115332039972151014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/115332039972151014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/2006/07/now.html' title='Now'/><author><name>Alex Andre'</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370437.post-115176187516998884</id><published>2006-07-01T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T05:46:41.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Month to Begin With</title><summary type='text'>A good way to start a month is to clean up your house and get your muscles working. It is also a good day to fall in love with your girlfriend all over again... while she's sleeping.Falling in love again doesn't mean that you don't love her anymore before that. It means simply drinking into her beauty again and remembering why you fell in love with her in the first place.The past months have been</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/115176187516998884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5370437&amp;postID=115176187516998884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/115176187516998884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5370437/posts/default/115176187516998884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibraelsnonsense.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-month-to-begin-with.html' title='A New Month to Begin With'/><author><name>Alex Andre'</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
