<?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-13189187</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:44:03.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me thinks..</title><subtitle type='html'>me thinks of a lot of things..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skilltoy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13189187/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skilltoy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>skilltoy</name><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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13189187.post-112178349849141742</id><published>2005-07-19T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T07:33:27.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You..</title><content type='html'>Nobody knows the real you! You've been ignored, stepped on, and humiliated! You are a good person but why on earth people do such things just to pull you down? You don't deserve to be treated that way. You've change a lot and i think you deserve a little credit partner..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13189187-112178349849141742?l=skilltoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13189187/posts/default/112178349849141742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13189187/posts/default/112178349849141742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skilltoy.blogspot.com/2005/07/you.html' title='You..'/><author><name>skilltoy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13189187.post-111996592820753448</id><published>2005-06-28T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T06:38:48.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Ending..</title><content type='html'>I had to close down everything&lt;br /&gt;I had to close down my mind&lt;br /&gt;Too many things to cover me&lt;br /&gt;Too much can make me blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen so much in many places&lt;br /&gt;So many heartaches, so many faces&lt;br /&gt;So many dirty things&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't even believe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would stand in line for this&lt;br /&gt;It's always good in life for this&lt;br /&gt;Then, it fell apart&lt;br /&gt;Like it always does..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13189187-111996592820753448?l=skilltoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13189187/posts/default/111996592820753448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13189187/posts/default/111996592820753448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skilltoy.blogspot.com/2005/06/sad-ending.html' title='Sad Ending..'/><author><name>skilltoy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13189187.post-111970403761054509</id><published>2005-06-25T05:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T06:26:03.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edmund's Post about yoyos.. (part 1)</title><content type='html'>On fashionable trends.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Trend would be the right word. Trends fade, then come back again, then fade again. We want yoyos to be a permanent part of the scene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suma total, just go to the clinic guys. Being around fellow players, especially the advanced ones, will help you improve faster and give you a better understanding of the sport, the equipment, and the people. And it'll help in not making you sound like your always starting from the beginning. These 2nd Generation Flipspin players learned suicides in minutes because there were already the people guiding them, whereas years ago it took me months because I was trying to figure it out on my own. That one "difficult" move having been taken out of the way, they can go on to better and more complicated stuff. Applies to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A yoyo player's first responsibility is to himself, to continue to improve. Everything else follows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And unless you're the type who likes gossip talk shows, there's no reason why a non-yoyo fan's opinion of your sport and your toy should matter. Ignorance of something doesn't really deter people from talking like they're experts on the subject. If you think you know more however, it should be seen and not declared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Edmund San Antonio (Duncan Crew Philippines, Flipspin President)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13189187-111970403761054509?l=skilltoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13189187/posts/default/111970403761054509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13189187/posts/default/111970403761054509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skilltoy.blogspot.com/2005/06/edmunds-post-about-yoyos-part-1.html' title='Edmund&apos;s Post about yoyos.. (part 1)'/><author><name>skilltoy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13189187.post-111927213905478576</id><published>2005-06-20T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T06:36:39.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream number One..</title><content type='html'>My dream told me that we've already met in the past, and that we became close friends. Sad thing was we failed to notice that our relationship slowly withered, leaving both of us with no footprints of what we are about to endure. Something inside me thinks that time really separated us and I guess it would be better to let serendipity work on its own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13189187-111927213905478576?l=skilltoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13189187/posts/default/111927213905478576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13189187/posts/default/111927213905478576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skilltoy.blogspot.com/2005/06/dream-number-one.html' title='Dream number One..'/><author><name>skilltoy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13189187.post-111758021498788572</id><published>2005-05-31T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T23:07:39.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are the subject</title><content type='html'>Mechanics! I love Mechanics! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I didn't drop my subjects last term?&lt;br /&gt;- I didn't transfer to any school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are lazy and dumb who just stays infront of a computer. Please help yourself... being just contented with what you have doesn't deserve you the attention you get from poeple. If you value your reputation, so much more than the poeple around you, then i'm sorry but you're going down. Rest assured, I'll be the first person to witness your downfall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, look at the bright side, at least you still have me. I'm the only one you can count on when you are already in that solitary state, isolated and drenched in persperation, striving to save yourself from what you least expect to happen..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13189187-111758021498788572?l=skilltoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13189187/posts/default/111758021498788572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13189187/posts/default/111758021498788572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skilltoy.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-are-subject.html' title='You are the subject'/><author><name>skilltoy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13189187.post-111737622565833482</id><published>2005-05-29T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T04:08:47.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Post?</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if i can keep this up. I just don't know why I don't have the urge to post something. Maybe my day is not as colorful or as great as yours? or maybe it's just me and how i see things.. this might even be my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath this Blissful expression of mine, rest a motionless puppet..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13189187-111737622565833482?l=skilltoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13189187/posts/default/111737622565833482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13189187/posts/default/111737622565833482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skilltoy.blogspot.com/2005/05/last-post.html' title='Last Post?'/><author><name>skilltoy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13189187.post-111710924816426882</id><published>2005-05-26T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T15:38:03.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birth..</title><content type='html'>Just got home from G4, and I realized that I need a blog... Hmm, connection? I don't know.. all I can say is.. "a Blog is born"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check this out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/albums/v606/stanislao/May%2026%202005%20Netopia%20Gig/"&gt;http://photobucket.com/albums/v606/stanislao/May%2026%202005%20Netopia%20Gig/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures from netopia cyberleague comeptition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not in the mood to post something about today. I don't feel well, maybe becuase i slept 2:00am in the morning and woke up around 5:30am to review my notes for a quiz that was moved on a saturday, tough luck! Oh well, I don't think that's the only reason, I just feel very weak, both inside and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13189187-111710924816426882?l=skilltoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13189187/posts/default/111710924816426882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13189187/posts/default/111710924816426882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skilltoy.blogspot.com/2005/05/birth.html' title='The Birth..'/><author><name>skilltoy</name><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></entry></feed>
