<?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-12394397</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:01:56.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>captain's log</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiljudoka.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394397/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiljudoka.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07095068279535861292</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-12394397.post-111510515827133345</id><published>2005-05-03T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T00:25:58.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy weekend</title><content type='html'>Last saturday, i spent the day with a couple of friends from work after in divisoria, virramall and megamall. All of this activity was done after practising tai chi in luneta at 6:30am. Didnt even bothered to go home and changed. I felt so awkward carrying my tai chi sword around even if it was enclosed in a carrying bag. After megamall, i then went on to glorietta to meet up with my Mom, my sister and her boy friend so i can hitch a ride home. Found a booksale going on at G2 and got my self a hard bound tom clancy book for 250 only which was a really big saving compared to the regular price, there were alot of neat stuff but with little time to browse around so i decided to go back the following day to get another one. Is book galore my frinds! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394397-111510515827133345?l=emiljudoka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiljudoka.blogspot.com/feeds/111510515827133345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394397&amp;postID=111510515827133345' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394397/posts/default/111510515827133345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394397/posts/default/111510515827133345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiljudoka.blogspot.com/2005/05/busy-weekend.html' title='Busy weekend'/><author><name>Emil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07095068279535861292</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394397.post-111467353015758003</id><published>2005-04-28T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T00:32:10.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day</title><content type='html'>Its me again...what can i say, its been another hard day at work and my mind is currently tired from absorbing too much information. Later on i will be studying for our final exam on monday. I cant wait till saturday for tai chi and relax but i have to study over the weekend as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394397-111467353015758003?l=emiljudoka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiljudoka.blogspot.com/feeds/111467353015758003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394397&amp;postID=111467353015758003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394397/posts/default/111467353015758003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394397/posts/default/111467353015758003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiljudoka.blogspot.com/2005/04/another-day.html' title='Another Day'/><author><name>Emil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07095068279535861292</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-12394397.post-111458689287324502</id><published>2005-04-27T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T00:28:12.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today's process training (HSBC)</title><content type='html'>Its been another tiring day at work (mentally). Absorbing alot of information in one day and trying to retain them is just so mentally exausting (did i spell that right) anyway, I can hardly wait to finish process taining and be on the floor taking in calls already. Ive been working in the call center industry for almost 2 years now and Im enjoying my job, ofcourse, like every other job, it also has its dull moments. Whoever said tat work is all fun anyway, after all, work is work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394397-111458689287324502?l=emiljudoka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiljudoka.blogspot.com/feeds/111458689287324502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394397&amp;postID=111458689287324502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394397/posts/default/111458689287324502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394397/posts/default/111458689287324502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiljudoka.blogspot.com/2005/04/todays-process-training-hsbc.html' title='today&apos;s process training (HSBC)'/><author><name>Emil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07095068279535861292</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-12394397.post-111441804543396165</id><published>2005-04-25T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T01:34:05.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love problem</title><content type='html'>I texted Duds last night for a litlle hellobut ending up talking about my feelings for her. I know that I dont have a chance with her nor does she feels the same way about me but i just keep on texting her saying that i miss her and that i still like her. I guess that one of the reasons why i told her that is because of some well meaning friends who thinks that she feels the same way about me but is just not saying anything, i already told them thats she doesnt but stil they insist that i should try one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My efforts went up in smoke as expected and ended up hurt again. Somehow, i never learn from lessons lin life, i still do the same mistakes and new ones. I feel such a loose right now. Its one thing to be turned down by a gilr that you like but its even worse if that girl turns out to be part of the barkada. I wish that I could just rid my self of all the feelings that i have for her, all she wants us to be is just friends and i like that as well but i just find it hard to deal with it. Maybe someday, i will be able to talk and mingle with her again as good frinds and nothing more. Dealing with matters of the heart is somewhat hard for me. Im a late bloomer and completely ignorant of how to deal with women.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394397-111441804543396165?l=emiljudoka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiljudoka.blogspot.com/feeds/111441804543396165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394397&amp;postID=111441804543396165' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394397/posts/default/111441804543396165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394397/posts/default/111441804543396165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiljudoka.blogspot.com/2005/04/love-problem.html' title='Love problem'/><author><name>Emil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07095068279535861292</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394397.post-111432369663903623</id><published>2005-04-23T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T23:21:36.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First entry</title><content type='html'>Hooray! Ive just created my own blog account! Today, I will start journaling my most interesting and not so interesting moments lin life and look back at the end of the year.  This is all for now since I am at a lost for words or thoughts at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12394397-111432369663903623?l=emiljudoka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiljudoka.blogspot.com/feeds/111432369663903623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12394397&amp;postID=111432369663903623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394397/posts/default/111432369663903623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12394397/posts/default/111432369663903623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiljudoka.blogspot.com/2005/04/first-entry.html' title='First entry'/><author><name>Emil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07095068279535861292</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>
