<?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-33511464</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:40:26.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Migs</title><subtitle type='html'>"come as you are, as you were,
as i want you to be..."

- kurt cobain</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingmigs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511464/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingmigs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>migs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417138054696724151</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33511464.post-116067909439124017</id><published>2006-10-12T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T11:51:34.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Independency...</title><content type='html'>- allows me to take 100% control of my life&lt;br /&gt;- makes me miss people i care about back home&lt;br /&gt;- is fun in a way because it teaches me how to get by on my own&lt;br /&gt;- is hard when you don't know squat about cooking! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33511464-116067909439124017?l=beingmigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingmigs.blogspot.com/feeds/116067909439124017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33511464&amp;postID=116067909439124017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511464/posts/default/116067909439124017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511464/posts/default/116067909439124017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingmigs.blogspot.com/2006/10/independency.html' title='Independency...'/><author><name>migs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417138054696724151</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-33511464.post-115932446011689385</id><published>2006-09-26T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T19:34:20.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Feelings: There Is Someone</title><content type='html'>1. it feels great that there is someone &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;who would give back&lt;/span&gt; all that she received from you&lt;br /&gt;2. it feels unbelievable that there is someone who will &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;not take you for granted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. it feels endearing that there is someone who will &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;not get used to the things you have to offer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. it feels extraordinary that there is someone whom &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you can trust to give everything to&lt;/span&gt; and firmly believe that she won't use it to her advantage&lt;br /&gt;5. it feels promising that there is someone who &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;won't press your buttons&lt;/span&gt; even if she knew how to do so&lt;br /&gt;6. it feels incredible that there is someone you know who would &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;accept you for who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. it feels unreal that there is someone &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you need not impress with a masked persona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8. it feels heart-warming that there is someone who &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;acknowledges every little thing you did and makes you feel appreciated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9. it feels uplifting that there is someone who &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;will stand by you through thick and thin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. it feels encouraging that there is someone who &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;always understands you and not lose her patience easily just because you made a mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33511464-115932446011689385?l=beingmigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingmigs.blogspot.com/feeds/115932446011689385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33511464&amp;postID=115932446011689385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511464/posts/default/115932446011689385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511464/posts/default/115932446011689385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingmigs.blogspot.com/2006/09/10-feelings-there-is-someone.html' title='10 Feelings: There Is Someone'/><author><name>migs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417138054696724151</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33511464.post-115888580411471500</id><published>2006-09-21T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T18:00:23.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Saturday Night...</title><content type='html'>... we were in my car and while we were on our way to Makati, we heard this song from The Calling - Adrienne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both looked at each other upon hearing it and laughed so hard! We sang along with this song and it was really fun! I wonder if it's also going to be an omen someday...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Adrienne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;by The Calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about you, my love (UGH!)&lt;br /&gt;And all the crazy things that you put me through&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm coming around, Throwing it back to you&lt;br /&gt;Were you thinking of me when you kissed him?&lt;br /&gt;Could you taste me when you licked his skin&lt;br /&gt;All the while I showered you with trust and promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm needing now is some sweet revenge&lt;br /&gt;To get back all that I lost then&lt;br /&gt;I gave you all I had to give, but I could never reach you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Adrienne, I thought I knew you&lt;br /&gt;Once again, you used me, used me&lt;br /&gt;Adrienne, I should have left you&lt;br /&gt;Long before you used me, Used me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my money, drove my car&lt;br /&gt;I treated you like a shining star&lt;br /&gt;But in my sky all burnt out you are&lt;br /&gt;And I'll have the last laugh, when I see you walking with some other guy&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know you're gonna end up &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ALL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ALONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take these words, some good advice&lt;br /&gt;All you've done's gonna &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;COME BACK TWICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never cared how much it hurt, I really need to tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33511464-115888580411471500?l=beingmigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingmigs.blogspot.com/feeds/115888580411471500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33511464&amp;postID=115888580411471500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511464/posts/default/115888580411471500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511464/posts/default/115888580411471500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingmigs.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-saturday-night.html' title='One Saturday Night...'/><author><name>migs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417138054696724151</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-33511464.post-115888548487566414</id><published>2006-09-21T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T17:38:04.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Need You</title><content type='html'>I remember this from my demo archives. My cousin and I wrote this together early this year during one of our jamming sessions. Who would've thought that it was an omen I'd be singing now after everything that happened? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DON'T NEED YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Don Masakayan and Miguel Punzalan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was drunk and wasted&lt;br /&gt;Since you’ve been away&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been down, always complicated&lt;br /&gt;For too many a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t call anymore&lt;br /&gt;You’re not mine&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m standing now, sober and devout to my new life alone&lt;br /&gt;I look out only for myself, don’t need any help, and freely I roam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ask me, you’re so jaded&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen the light&lt;br /&gt;Leave me be, I’m now on my own&lt;br /&gt;You no longer have the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t call anymore&lt;br /&gt;You’re not mine&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m standing now, sober and devout to my new life alone&lt;br /&gt;I look out only for myself, don’t need any help, and freely I roam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33511464-115888548487566414?l=beingmigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingmigs.blogspot.com/feeds/115888548487566414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33511464&amp;postID=115888548487566414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511464/posts/default/115888548487566414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511464/posts/default/115888548487566414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingmigs.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-dont-need-you_21.html' title='I Don&apos;t Need You'/><author><name>migs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417138054696724151</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-33511464.post-115888503489281148</id><published>2006-09-21T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T17:30:34.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Longer Small, Standing Tall</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;No Longer Small, Standing Tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that’s enough of my poems and songs for now from this hardly updated blog. Now it’s time to sink my teeth into some serious rambling on what’s going on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those in the know, this year, I witnessed my worst birthday ever. It could even be worse than the childhood traumas I’ve witnessed in my life put together. Have you ever felt like you were stabbed in the back, then when the knife was pulled out, you saw your own heart desperately struggling for its last beat before you blackout? Pardon the morbid metaphor, but July 10, 2006 will go down in my life’s history as both the blackest day for me but immediately became the most promising day in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve forgiven the transgressors; in fact I’m very thankful for what they’ve done because now I never felt my life more promising than ever. I’m meeting new friends and really great, interesting people. I’m starting to see God’s purpose and His role in this. You wait and see, I’m in for a hell of a ride and I don’t intend to blink one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, the satisfaction you got from seeing me hurt and devastated was only short-lived. I’m quite proud of how quickly I was able to stand on my own with the valuable knowledge I’ve experienced from the past years and that this has only made me stronger. My spirit was and will never be broken, thanks to my friends who were always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the high road, I never became hostile, and sure as hell, I never saw the value in confronting my assailants. Why? I don’t see a point in it. It’s a waste of my time, besides, everyone knows what kind of people these are now. And for me, that’s enough redemption. I am now standing taller than I ever was and “Carpe Diem!” seems like the best way to describe what I’m feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is just beginning…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33511464-115888503489281148?l=beingmigs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingmigs.blogspot.com/feeds/115888503489281148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33511464&amp;postID=115888503489281148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511464/posts/default/115888503489281148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511464/posts/default/115888503489281148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingmigs.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-longer-small-standing-tall.html' title='No Longer Small, Standing Tall'/><author><name>migs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05417138054696724151</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></feed>
