<?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-5446968620913363339</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:56:52.587-07:00</updated><category term='personal experience'/><title type='text'>Spears of our Existence</title><subtitle type='html'>Contain stories that will make you laugh, cry and maybe mad or make you feel nothing at all.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spears-of-our-existence.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446968620913363339/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spears-of-our-existence.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maria Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438838141882807569</uri><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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446968620913363339.post-7737945473382172695</id><published>2008-05-27T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T17:36:45.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I mean it</title><content type='html'>I seldom praise someone or something. But when I say so, I mean it. Also I don't curse much so when I curse I'm real piss off. If I say you are a terrible,ugly son of a weasel then I mean every word I said. When a flower shouted your world might shatter into pieces and picking them up again is no humor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446968620913363339-7737945473382172695?l=spears-of-our-existence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spears-of-our-existence.blogspot.com/feeds/7737945473382172695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446968620913363339&amp;postID=7737945473382172695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446968620913363339/posts/default/7737945473382172695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446968620913363339/posts/default/7737945473382172695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spears-of-our-existence.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-mean-it.html' title='I mean it'/><author><name>Maria Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438838141882807569</uri><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-5446968620913363339.post-5638191515056846698</id><published>2008-04-03T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T19:21:38.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal experience'/><title type='text'>automatic door</title><content type='html'>The first time I arrived in the US, one of the most stupid things happened. I was in Los Angeles Airport trying to find my way for my flight going to Florida. Due to nervous, excitement and other mixed feelings I did not read most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chasing every sliding door that would opened. Only I could not make it when I'm like 3 meters away. I have no clue at all what is going on. For five times I tried to get out, looking for button to push on that automatic door,I wondered around. Finally there was a woman headed toward the door, I run like there is no tomorrow. I don't care if she thought I'm chasing her. When I'm like 5 inches away from here the door opened and I got out with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes before the plane going to Orlando FL leaves, I made it! I couldn't sleep while on the plane thinking what is the mystery of that door? When I arrived at Orlando, FL I met a fellow filipino and I'm innocently telling him that exits at LA airport seemed don't want to let me out. Then I saw the same door at LA airport. I was no longer afraid because I knew I'm with my 'kababayan' :-) Being so relaxed and before reaching the door it said right in the middle of the door "automatic sliding door". I smiled secretly and told myself 'another spears of my existence, lettin fear and excitement ruled out my senses. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446968620913363339-5638191515056846698?l=spears-of-our-existence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spears-of-our-existence.blogspot.com/feeds/5638191515056846698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446968620913363339&amp;postID=5638191515056846698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446968620913363339/posts/default/5638191515056846698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446968620913363339/posts/default/5638191515056846698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spears-of-our-existence.blogspot.com/2008/04/automatic-door.html' title='automatic door'/><author><name>Maria Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08438838141882807569</uri><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></feed>
