<?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-8701922251846290506</id><updated>2011-08-03T08:39:06.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the adventures and misadventures of a curious cat</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milescat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701922251846290506/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milescat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>miles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770951703250304346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2cnX2VpA_T4/SJ0DJGc0hUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Vvj-_tdNQds/s1600-R/milesb%2526w02.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701922251846290506.post-5336651745794563368</id><published>2009-07-31T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T10:43:57.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last night I witnessed love, experienced love, gave love and received love. I was in church last night with a couple of friends for praise and worship and thought it was just another Thursday night for all of us. We were in for a pleasant surprise…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been familiar with Pastor Nuel's presence during the Thursday praise and worship nights, Victory Weekend and Training in Victory Galleria. I would always see him almost all of the time I’d go there...I actually thought to myself "Does he live there?" haha! Then someone told me that he is actually single. Aha! That figures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across Paul’s message in Corinthians indicating that being single gives you the capacity to serve God without any distractions. A single person doesn’t need to think about his/her partner’s needs. Instead he/she has all the energy and more time to focus in serving God. “A generous willingness to assist others can lead to happiness and fulfillment for the single person. Generous service is itself a witness to the power of God”.(The Woman’s Study Bible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I would like you to be free from concern. An unmarried man is concerned about the Lord's affairs—how he can please the Lord. But a married man is concerned about the affairs of this world—how he can please his wife— and his interests are divided. An unmarried woman or virgin is concerned about the Lord's affairs: Her aim is to be devoted to the Lord in both body and spirit. But a married woman is concerned about the affairs of this world—how she can please her husband. I am saying this for your own good, not to restrict you, but that you may live in a right way in undivided devotion to the Lord.” 1 Corinthians 7:32-35&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cnX2VpA_T4/SnMqfTQIyKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qdQlw_912k4/s1600-h/IMG_6646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364678298360662178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cnX2VpA_T4/SnMqfTQIyKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qdQlw_912k4/s200/IMG_6646.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last night Pastor Nuel Nanez proposed to his girlfriend in front of the whole church. The euphoria in the room was awesome. Everyone was filled with love and joy as a witness to this glorious event. It was such a pleasant surprise. I was reminded of how God loves us that He wants nothing but the best for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pastor Nuel said at the end of the service “I just want to let you know how faithful God is. To you who are single stay faithful to God…because one day God will bless you with someone that you will so love dearly “.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is not a loss that a single person is going to get married. &lt;em&gt;“God never intended man to be alone. (Genesis 2:18) The very bone from which woman was crafted came from man (Genesis 2:23). Woman was taken out of a man, then presented to man in order to complete him. God created the man and the woman in His image (Genesis 1:26) with physical and emotional needs that only another human being could meet (Genesis 2:18)”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In fact it is a cause for a celebration because they will be able to practice love to the fullness of its sense. LOVE is longsuffering…love is kind…love is not jealous…it is not boastful…it is not arrogant…it is not rude…it is not selfish…it is not resentful…love does not think of evil…love rejoices in truth…bears all things…believes all things…hopes all things…endures all things.&lt;br /&gt;Love is not only for lovers and friends…not only for married people or people who are in a relationship. It is not exclusive for your family or for God. Love is for everyone that you meet each day…each and every person who crosses your path. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;God touched me in so many ways last night…He showed me how much He loves me by allowing me and my friends to be there and witness the joy and love of God that we hunger for. He showed me that He loves me by giving me the company of my friends…as I worship Him and when I had dinner last night. God made His presence felt to me through my friends who were there…my friends who I have been praying for to be able to make it there…in His presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;click here for "The Proposal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_zMEqUe1DO0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_zMEqUe1DO0&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701922251846290506-5336651745794563368?l=milescat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milescat.blogspot.com/feeds/5336651745794563368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701922251846290506&amp;postID=5336651745794563368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701922251846290506/posts/default/5336651745794563368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701922251846290506/posts/default/5336651745794563368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milescat.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the Air'/><author><name>miles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770951703250304346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2cnX2VpA_T4/SJ0DJGc0hUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Vvj-_tdNQds/s1600-R/milesb%2526w02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2cnX2VpA_T4/SnMqfTQIyKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qdQlw_912k4/s72-c/IMG_6646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701922251846290506.post-6048506536500979754</id><published>2008-10-28T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:35:56.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>silliest things heard by the cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J3mQ8FYlSMM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J3mQ8FYlSMM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a business class passenger was asking my Senior Purser                                                           "Can you please massage my legs? I can't reach it..."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a pax ordered for a dry martini from the crew (i won't mention the nationality anymore) then she came back with a smoky drink...it was a martini with dry ice.                                    pax: (furious) what the hell is this???!!! i asked for a bloody dry martini!!!                      crew: (very apologetic) oh...sorry sir! we only serve bloody mary and not bloody dry martini!                                                                                                                                          &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my economy pax who was downgraded from business class was furious because the senior purser refused to give her another glass of champagne after downing 4 glasses of it.       pax: this is unacceptable! the only reason i am downgraded is because your business class is full! now i want my champagne and i will damn have my champagne whenever i want to! (i think she is forgetting the fact that i am the one serving her drinks...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;from a crew who wanted to have breakfast...                                                                         crew: i want to try the creepy.                                                                                                    me: what creepy? (i wonder!!!)                                                                                          crew: this one (pointing to the dish)                                                                                           me: oh crepe!!! you are soooo cute!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a pax was standing around the galley whilst the seatbelt sign was on...                               crew: sir...just to remind you the seatbelt signs are on. you have to go back to your seat and fasten your seltbelt.                                                                                                              pax: so what are you saying? that i will hit my head on the ceiling all of a sudden and i will bleed to death?                                                                                                          ummm....yeah!!! that's a good idea! is that your death wish or what?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;an Indian-looking pax who loved to drink ceylon tea was being asked by my Senior Purser  crew: so sir are you celebrating dussehra (a celebration of good over evil)?                       pax: oh no i am not Indian i am a christian.                                                                                 yeah yeah yeah...and his last name was Reddy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701922251846290506-6048506536500979754?l=milescat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milescat.blogspot.com/feeds/6048506536500979754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701922251846290506&amp;postID=6048506536500979754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701922251846290506/posts/default/6048506536500979754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701922251846290506/posts/default/6048506536500979754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milescat.blogspot.com/2008/10/silliest-things-heard-by-cat.html' title='silliest things heard by the cat'/><author><name>miles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770951703250304346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2cnX2VpA_T4/SJ0DJGc0hUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Vvj-_tdNQds/s1600-R/milesb%2526w02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701922251846290506.post-5290196544596959380</id><published>2008-10-28T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:00:57.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a starter</title><content type='html'>why would i want to end something??? anything??? anyone???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i start reading books...i love books...in fact i love books so much that sometimes i read them and would buy another one shifting my focus and totally losing interest in the old one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i write blogs...then i won't finish it. in fact i have tons of unfinished blogs in the draft box of my 3 blogs and paper everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who said i will finish this blog? i'm a starter...not an ender...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701922251846290506-5290196544596959380?l=milescat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milescat.blogspot.com/feeds/5290196544596959380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701922251846290506&amp;postID=5290196544596959380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701922251846290506/posts/default/5290196544596959380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701922251846290506/posts/default/5290196544596959380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milescat.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-starter.html' title='i&apos;m a starter'/><author><name>miles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770951703250304346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2cnX2VpA_T4/SJ0DJGc0hUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Vvj-_tdNQds/s1600-R/milesb%2526w02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701922251846290506.post-6355546494610590126</id><published>2008-09-08T03:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T04:22:50.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>as heard by the cat</title><content type='html'>there are some words that i hear only from my uncles or from the city where i was born. i find it cute and sometimes icky when my uncles and mom actually use it. here are some of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. tsokaran - buddy, friend, barkada  e.g. "katsokaran ko si Edu and Trissie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. parokyano - frequent buyer e.g. "parokyano ko yan laging bumibili saken"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. matumal - slow e.g. "matumal nga ang benta ngayon eh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. everlasting - meatloaf-like dish with eggs, ground pork and veggies steamed to perfection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. llanera - another term for everlasting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. waknatoy - a menudo derivative but tastier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. pickles - another term for waknatoy; it has pickles -- the reason for its name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. delantar - apron   e.g "plantsahin mo ang delantar ng maam mo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. siyense - it's not science but it is a spatula for cooking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. almires - mortar and pestle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. almirol - to starch clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. sankutsa - to add as ingredients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. sandukan - to serve also ipagsandok e.g. "ipagsandok mo nga ng sinigang ang bisita"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. urong - wash dishes  e.g. "sabihin mo kay inday mag-urong na sha ng pinggan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. walanjo - can't believe it; an expression with a hint of dismay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. walastik - can't believe it too; an expression when one admires another with envy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. bukid - the stretch of Marikina East Subd and Marcos highway before Masinag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. barbecue - pork barbecue being sold by the San Roque church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. goto and deadly tokwa - Macky's where the baboy in the tokwa't baboy is lechon kawali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. t*ngn*ng to! - a favorite expression of true blue marikenos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701922251846290506-6355546494610590126?l=milescat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milescat.blogspot.com/feeds/6355546494610590126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701922251846290506&amp;postID=6355546494610590126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701922251846290506/posts/default/6355546494610590126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701922251846290506/posts/default/6355546494610590126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milescat.blogspot.com/2008/09/as-heard-by-cat.html' title='as heard by the cat'/><author><name>miles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770951703250304346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2cnX2VpA_T4/SJ0DJGc0hUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Vvj-_tdNQds/s1600-R/milesb%2526w02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701922251846290506.post-1780745002688202169</id><published>2008-08-29T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T13:55:47.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the real fool</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MnD3vz7mIsE&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MnD3vz7mIsE&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have been such a fool. I have been looking at the wrong signs like a dog barking at the wrong tree. I saw what I wanted to see. I heard what I wanted to hear. Maybe I am in denial or something but I am quite sure that wherever I was going or wherever I was being led to was a place that was not to my liking. There was an undertow and I almost got carried away by the current.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I need to listen intently to the voice of nature, open my eyes and focus...I gotta concentrate.  The irony of the day is...I have to concentrate in distracting myself so as to alienate any distractions that I would actually rather concentrate on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The real fool passes the same bridge twice...knowing that the troll will be waiting on the other side...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701922251846290506-1780745002688202169?l=milescat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milescat.blogspot.com/feeds/1780745002688202169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701922251846290506&amp;postID=1780745002688202169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701922251846290506/posts/default/1780745002688202169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701922251846290506/posts/default/1780745002688202169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milescat.blogspot.com/2008/08/real-fool.html' title='the real fool'/><author><name>miles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770951703250304346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2cnX2VpA_T4/SJ0DJGc0hUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Vvj-_tdNQds/s1600-R/milesb%2526w02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701922251846290506.post-4241795127362327663</id><published>2008-08-23T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:34:59.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked and Sacred</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ypw-afUWkA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ypw-afUWkA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NAKED AND SACRED&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When i'm with you, i feel naked and sacred&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this world can be so cold&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanna hold you naked and sacred&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till i grow old&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What does love mean? can love last?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I ask myself these questions, haunted by the past&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've walked these city streets&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've known victories and defeats&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Searchin', hopin', just bareley copin'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baby i want to be good for you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to be true&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't know how i'd live with myself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If i ever hurt you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(chorus)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since i met you my life's changed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel like a bird that's been let out of it's cage&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baby i want to be good for you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to be true&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't know how i'd live with myself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If i ever hurt you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(chorus)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your hand's healing me, your love's filling me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you go away, your heart's still in me&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/8701922251846290506-4241795127362327663?l=milescat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milescat.blogspot.com/feeds/4241795127362327663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701922251846290506&amp;postID=4241795127362327663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701922251846290506/posts/default/4241795127362327663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701922251846290506/posts/default/4241795127362327663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milescat.blogspot.com/2008/08/naked-and-sacred.html' title='Naked and Sacred'/><author><name>miles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770951703250304346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2cnX2VpA_T4/SJ0DJGc0hUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Vvj-_tdNQds/s1600-R/milesb%2526w02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701922251846290506.post-8903969357280382814</id><published>2008-08-11T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T10:18:03.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>simply synchronicity</title><content type='html'>how can you explain the dynamics of you bumping into someone ,whom you don't want to bump into at a certain time and a certain place, when in fact you could have been in another place and he could have been in a different place too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are the chances that in an italian restaurant, who has been playing italian music all night long, will suddenly play a dance music which reminds you of that someone whom you didn't want to bump into? not to mention that the restaurant played that dance music alone then switched off the sound system altogether when it was over. what the hell was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life it seems work in a mysterious way. fate is the end point of something that you thought is not possible. destiny is the final frontier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we live for today knowing that we are in control of our lives and our future. not knowing the fact that sometimes different circumstances are presented in front of us. what we choose to do about it is something that we have to live with. we sometimes have to succumb to the fact that not everything will work out or turn out the way we want it to. fate will still have its way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe that nobody can tell you what you need to do. you have to want to do it too. but in life sometimes the unthinkable happens and you would just wake up in the middle of the chaos. i feel that we do not need to explain some things in life. there are just some things in life that even the most intelligent top 1 student in U.P. cannot explain (accdg to bear).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we do not need to explain things when it happens. things happen for a reason...but because of rational thinking, as humans we are bound to seek for deeper meaning of things. we need to know why it happened when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is what you need your buddies for...to try and rationalize something that even your buddies don't even know for sure. but at least they tried...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701922251846290506-8903969357280382814?l=milescat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milescat.blogspot.com/feeds/8903969357280382814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701922251846290506&amp;postID=8903969357280382814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701922251846290506/posts/default/8903969357280382814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701922251846290506/posts/default/8903969357280382814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milescat.blogspot.com/2008/08/simply-synchronicity.html' title='simply synchronicity'/><author><name>miles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770951703250304346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2cnX2VpA_T4/SJ0DJGc0hUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Vvj-_tdNQds/s1600-R/milesb%2526w02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701922251846290506.post-646360463703588306</id><published>2008-08-10T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T11:38:16.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>addict</title><content type='html'>i just found out that i'm an addict. woo hoo! now there is a logical explanation to my peculiar behaviour. i thought i was just plain crazy or constantly seeking for something that would keep my mind off from thinking. i read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Relationships&lt;br /&gt;According to Peele and Brodsky, an individual can become obsessed with another person to the point that other areas of his/her life are neglected. The person focuses all of his/her attention and energy on the "love object," to the exclusion of friends, family, and other life commitments. Even when the person knows intellectually that the obsession is causing harm, even thinking about breaking up the relationship will bring on an anxiety attack. When the relationship is finally terminated, by either party, withdrawal symptoms of sleep and eating disorders, shaking, confusion, weeping, and feelings of failure, depression, and hopelessness occur.&lt;br /&gt;There are two basic form of love addiction. In the first type, the relationship is often one sided, with the object of the person's love not even interested in, or aware of, the obsessed person's infatuation. The love is based upon imagination and not upon a relationship. An example of this would be someone "madly in love with the guy with the dark hair who sits in the front row of English class," to whom the person "in love" rarely speaks. Individuals with one-sided addictions sometime have "attachment hunger," according to Halpern. They feel inner emptiness, incompleteness, insecurity, and anxiety if they do not have a relationship. Some of these individuals enjoy the "chase." However, if the loved one finally becomes interested in them, they quickly lose interest. This type of person is addicted to the challenge of making an unloving person love them. These individuals will often go from one relationship to another and often never find anyone who is "just right" for them.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes two people are addicted to each other. These individuals seldom interact with others and tend to be possessive of each other and jealous of their lover's interactions with other people. They are motivated by their own need for security and not by an appreciation of each other's personal qualities. Addicted lovers will see each other more and more in order to maintain a secure state, often completely rejecting other people. When they are apart, they "long" for each other. Neither feels that he or she is a whole person without the other. Even if their constant contact degenerates into conflict, fights, and problems, they feel that they cannot separate.&lt;br /&gt;According to Halpern, some characteristics of love addiction occur with all relationships. However, if the relationship begins to be destructive, with constant mental or physical abuse by one or both partners, and neither person can break it off, then it is addictive. In our society it is often common for friends and relatives to urge a couple to "keep trying to make it work." However, when nothing has changed over a period of time, or the people involved do not express a desire to change and/or get psychological help, it is time to give up the relationship before severe psychological or physical damage occurs.&lt;br /&gt;The cause of love addiction is not known, but, as in the other addictive behaviors, the person usually has low self image, feels insecure, is frequently depressed, and undergoes "withdrawal symptoms" when deprived of the object of his/her obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great. just fucking great. now i will get addicted to this addictive behaviour thing. hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701922251846290506-646360463703588306?l=milescat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milescat.blogspot.com/feeds/646360463703588306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701922251846290506&amp;postID=646360463703588306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701922251846290506/posts/default/646360463703588306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701922251846290506/posts/default/646360463703588306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milescat.blogspot.com/2008/08/addict.html' title='addict'/><author><name>miles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770951703250304346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2cnX2VpA_T4/SJ0DJGc0hUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Vvj-_tdNQds/s1600-R/milesb%2526w02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701922251846290506.post-3171540454331977392</id><published>2008-08-08T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T19:24:20.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gone fishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0dBu5X3TvNw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0dBu5X3TvNw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a beautiful sunny day and the warmth of the sun kissed my skin. the day was not to be spent in front of the computer i said to myself. my days have been rolling along like the spinning wheel of a clock. it just kept on spinning around and around. passing the same way over and over again. i figured i was bored. time to do something exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked my friend the mouse if she can go fishing with me. this mouse was a very busy mouse. day in and day out she would go out to find food. she was interested and so we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first lake that we visited was huge...it boasted of pristine waters and well manicured bermuda grass with lush gardens. the flowers were oh so colorful and humongous. it was nothing like you've ever seen before. i am positive though that i have been here before. it was so familiar. the smell of the freshly cut grass and the sound of the artificial waterfalls at the farthest side of the lake. i remember being so fond of this lake fishing, swimming to beat the heat or just hanging out up until a migrating alligator spoiled the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time i have to be wary. i tested the water it was lukewarm. it was very inviting. though i wasn't quite sure if the water was really lukewarm at the deepest end or is it all throughout the lake. i went into the water and felt that it was cold below. i could not stand the coldness so i had to get out of the water without catching a fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a bit hungry by noontime. i have decided that if by mid afternoon i have not caught any fish, i will head to this not so well known river. that would be my last resort. there i am certain that i will catch some fish. eventhough that river did not appear pleasant, i am sure that fish is bountiful there. at least i have a last resort i thought to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mouse in tow we headed for this not-so-grand-looking lake but very inviting and homey at the same time. we felt at home right away and the prospects of catching a fish was great. the mouse didn't want any fish...she just wanted to watch me go for the kill. i normally catch fish with my bear hands or rather claws but this time i also brought my fishing rod along with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was getting ready to go into the water when i stopped halfway. i could not possibly dive into the water. what in the world was i doing? i'm a cat! cats don't do that! but this lake had a hypnotizing effect on me. i was sinking little by little...inch by inch. i had to fight the overpowering effect that this lake has on me. i have to ask for help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait...mouse! mouse! mouse? why are you applauding me and cheering at me even? gosh! mouse thought i was a dog! mouse thought i was just waving at her! oh my gosh! what should i do?! cat's can't swim!!! when i said i catch fish with my barehands, i catch fish in the fish bowl not here! when i almost touched the bottom of the lake i paddled hard with my claws out and finally reached the surface again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was catching my breath when i was lying on the carabao grass with mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why didn't you save me or asked for help?" i asked mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you looked good inside the lake. i thought you were lovin' it." replied the mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was evening already. empty-handed i was not hungry anymore. i couldn't muster enough energy to go to the river. the experience that i had in that second lake was too much to handle. i love fish but no thanks...i'll stick with fancy feast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701922251846290506-3171540454331977392?l=milescat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milescat.blogspot.com/feeds/3171540454331977392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8701922251846290506&amp;postID=3171540454331977392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701922251846290506/posts/default/3171540454331977392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701922251846290506/posts/default/3171540454331977392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milescat.blogspot.com/2008/08/gone-fishing.html' title='gone fishing'/><author><name>miles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770951703250304346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2cnX2VpA_T4/SJ0DJGc0hUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Vvj-_tdNQds/s1600-R/milesb%2526w02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
