<?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-3770697361428442297</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:42:23.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M A R K</title><subtitle type='html'>.LIVING IN A COMPLICATED WORLD.LOUD VOICES AND MOANS.MOMENTARY MADNESS.THE LIES OF INSANITY.WEIRD BEINGS.ALL THESE THINGS MAKE MY WORLD COMPLICATED.ADD LOVE INTO THE LIST.WHAT A SAD LIFE.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stainedhuman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770697361428442297/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedhuman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mark Gil O. Quitoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083021298945765213</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3770697361428442297.post-3855997592211229703</id><published>2007-02-28T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T02:42:53.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG ACTIVITY</title><content type='html'>1.) Research on the definition of arts and crafts:  &lt;br /&gt;-the art of decorative design and handicraft.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Define Handicrafts: &lt;br /&gt;-Handicraft, also known as craftwork or simply craft, is a type of work where useful and decorative devices are made completely by hand or using only simple tools. &lt;br /&gt;3.) Describe each type of Arts and Crafts: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;a.) Crafts involving Textiles&lt;/u&gt;- these are crafts which need or use textiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;b.) Crafts involving Metal,Wood or Clay&lt;/u&gt;- a kind of craft which uses wood materials, metal and clay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;c.) Crafts involving paper or canvas&lt;/u&gt;- kind of craft which uses paper or canvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;d.) Crafts involving plants&lt;/u&gt;- a kind of craft which involve materials from plants or improvement of plants. &lt;br /&gt;4.) List down the different types of arts and crafts:&lt;br /&gt;-Crafts involving textiles &lt;br /&gt;-Crafts involving wood, metal or clay&lt;br /&gt;-Crafts involving paper or canvas&lt;br /&gt;-Crafts involving plants&lt;br /&gt;5.) Give two examples for each type of arts and crafts: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Crafts involving textiles&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;~Canvas work &lt;br /&gt;~Shirt printing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Crafts involving wood, metal or clay&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Jewelery&lt;br /&gt;~Pottery &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Crafts involving paper or canvas&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Bookbinding &lt;br /&gt;~Calligraphy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Crafts involving plants&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Basket weaving &lt;br /&gt;~Corn dolly making &lt;br /&gt;6.) Sources:&lt;br /&gt;-http://open-encyclopedia.com/Arts_and_crafts&lt;br /&gt;-http://thefreedictionary.com&lt;br /&gt;-http://thefreedictionary.com/wikipedia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3770697361428442297-3855997592211229703?l=stainedhuman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stainedhuman.blogspot.com/feeds/3855997592211229703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770697361428442297&amp;postID=3855997592211229703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770697361428442297/posts/default/3855997592211229703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770697361428442297/posts/default/3855997592211229703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedhuman.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-activity.html' title='BLOG ACTIVITY'/><author><name>Mark Gil O. Quitoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083021298945765213</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-3770697361428442297.post-4852326625128323155</id><published>2007-02-14T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:58:31.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A VALENTINES DAY ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0amDEMzfYDY/RdMmxp6TwmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/N7okzk_GdJY/s1600-h/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0amDEMzfYDY/RdMmxp6TwmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/N7okzk_GdJY/s200/rose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031407843208839778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stepped out of the car, I saw a few number of students. I remembered that it was already late. I stepped out in a rush that I almost &lt;del&gt;forgot&lt;/del&gt; the boquet of flowers i am suppose to give to &lt;u&gt;someone special&lt;/u&gt;. We had our first two classes in the morning, then after the two subjects, no teacher 'appeared' next. My classmates went out of the room, maybe to avail the service of the COL,some just transferred to another seat to talk to their friends. Our classroom was filled with boredom. I wouldn't tell the exact &lt;del&gt;corny&lt;/del&gt; things that my classmates and I did. It was past 12 when we were dismissed by our 'last' teacher. After that, excitement filled my &lt;del&gt;soul&lt;/del&gt;. Then suddenly the place turned &lt;font color="red"&gt;RED&lt;/font&gt;. Petals fell from the sky and a romantic music was played. A cloth appeared and it was tied to &lt;del&gt;us&lt;/del&gt;. The first half of the day turned out to be alright but the next half was a bit boring. I was in &lt;del&gt;mindpro&lt;/del&gt; with my classmates who are actually with their `partners`. As we walked, ofcourse i was walking &lt;b&gt;with&lt;/b&gt; them but in a distance, I saw couples who enjoy the day, the day that is really for them..  I suddenly remebered &lt;b&gt;&lt;del&gt;her&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I was supposed to be with her, this day is supposed to be our day. &lt;del&gt;SUPPOSED&lt;/del&gt;. But there were other stuff and/or things to be considered. This day has still been nice, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines Day. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &amp;hearts; You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3770697361428442297-4852326625128323155?l=stainedhuman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stainedhuman.blogspot.com/feeds/4852326625128323155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770697361428442297&amp;postID=4852326625128323155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770697361428442297/posts/default/4852326625128323155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770697361428442297/posts/default/4852326625128323155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedhuman.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day.html' title='A VALENTINES DAY &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Mark Gil O. Quitoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083021298945765213</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0amDEMzfYDY/RdMmxp6TwmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/N7okzk_GdJY/s72-c/rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3770697361428442297.post-6539428051311680017</id><published>2007-02-11T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:58:31.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAMILY DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0amDEMzfYDY/RdMpkJ6TwoI/AAAAAAAAABM/XJZ3cEgzAEI/s1600-h/fam+day+ogilvians+2"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0amDEMzfYDY/RdMpkJ6TwoI/AAAAAAAAABM/XJZ3cEgzAEI/s200/fam+day+ogilvians+2" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031410909815489154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our HS Family Day a while ago. It was fun but &lt;del&gt;tiring.&lt;/del&gt; We did so many things. First, we had the &lt;b&gt;'motorcade'&lt;/b&gt; then we had the mass. After the mass we went for a break and then proceed with the games. I joined one game! Haha. After the games we had dinner, it's so nice to eat in a windy place! &lt;3_&lt;3 Haha.. After eating we had another set of games then after those games Bro.Mike announced and asked the winners to claim their prizes. ;p After that, we had &lt;u&gt;"SCAVENGER HUNT"&lt;/u&gt;.. I joined and was eager to look for the paper that holds the (?)number of a cellphone(?)... &lt;del&gt;I didn't find any..&lt;/del&gt; It was really tiring.. It was ok but the saddest part of the family day was to watch the &lt;b&gt;fireworks display&lt;/b&gt; alone, &lt;del&gt;without her&lt;/del&gt;.... T.T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fine.. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3770697361428442297-6539428051311680017?l=stainedhuman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stainedhuman.blogspot.com/feeds/6539428051311680017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770697361428442297&amp;postID=6539428051311680017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770697361428442297/posts/default/6539428051311680017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770697361428442297/posts/default/6539428051311680017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedhuman.blogspot.com/2007/02/family-day.html' title='FAMILY DAY'/><author><name>Mark Gil O. Quitoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01083021298945765213</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0amDEMzfYDY/RdMpkJ6TwoI/AAAAAAAAABM/XJZ3cEgzAEI/s72-c/fam+day+ogilvians+2' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3770697361428442297.post-5637742130770675451</id><published>2007-02-08T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:58:31.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCARY SIGNS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0amDEMzfYDY/RdMpEJ6TwnI/AAAAAAAAABA/FGrn1Nn95UE/s1600-h/DEATH.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0amDEMzfYDY/RdMpEJ6TwnI/AAAAAAAAABA/FGrn1Nn95UE/s200/DEATH.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031410360059675250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; It was 12:08 pm (noon) when my friend and I went to the chapel to pray. I placed myself at the front row and decided to just sit down. First, I was thanking God for the gifts and graces he is giving me. As my prayer goes on, I suddenly said, without even noticing,&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;"God, thank you for giving me another day to live, I hope that before i leave this world, I may touch the lives of the people around me".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; I was shocked when I noticed what I said. I told my friend the words that i've said then he was also shocked and told me in a funny way (joking) : &lt;u&gt;"Hala.. sign..! Malapit na ang itinakdang panahon! Haha"..&lt;/u&gt; Then I also laughed. I just ignored the things i've said but it was never erased in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; February 8, 2006 - I was awakened by a weird dream. Why say so? In my dream, my friends and I were in a bank (I don't even know why we were there). Then suddenly the bank was being held up. The "goons" asked all the people to sit and we were also asked to stay sitted until they tell us to stand. A friend of mine, I don't even know who exactly because everything was blurred(?), stood up, when the "goon" was about to shot her, I stood up to hold her hand and let her sit but &lt;del&gt;the bullet hit me at my back. I died.&lt;/del&gt; There were four "goons:. I told my classmate about my &lt;a href"http://www.dreamdictionary.com"&gt;dream&lt;/a&gt; and she said &lt;b&gt;IT WAS A SIGN!&lt;/b&gt; ... I was really shocked by what she said. She said that the number of robbers or Goons symbolizes the number of days remaining! Haha.. It was so weird..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;del&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm Dying..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3770697361428442297-5637742130770675451?l=stainedhuman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stainedhuman.blogspot.com/feeds/5637742130770675451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3770697361428442297&amp;postID=5637742130770675451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770697361428442297/posts/default/5637742130770675451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3770697361428442297/posts/default/5637742130770675451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stainedhuman.blogspot.com/2007/02/scary-signs.html' title='SCARY SIGNS'/><author><name>Mark Gil O. 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