<?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-7644024162568943256</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:05:19.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>singing my heart out</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsingingmyheartout.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644024162568943256/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsingingmyheartout.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06239489686587786951</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644024162568943256.post-6058302726706179368</id><published>2008-03-19T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T14:39:42.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>starting over..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"failure is success when you learn from it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been insane for hiding for so long after my failure. It has been hard for me to continue and just forget everything that has happened. How can i forget and give up something that i worked hard on? I gave everything, i sacrificed my time with my friends to be able to do my job as a leader. i strived hard and done my best to be the one SHe needed. I may be wrong to be expecting to be the one, but don't i deserve it?for doing all the hardwork? for giving my all?for doing everything for her?She promised me. Well i guess i didn't know her enough to actually know that she wouldn't entrust the job to me. It's just really painful on my part because i know that deserve it. I deserve to be the one chosen for the job.I deserve to be the song leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't move on, i can't move forward with my life because i can't help but think about it  everyday.Think about how i failed not only as a person but also as a daughter. I really wanted my parents to be proud of me, to finally have an achievement and to finally be able to say that for once in my life I did not fail. I was dreaming to be the song leader since freshmen year and i tried everything,done everything to be the best. But i wasn't enough. I was never good enough. I cried every night after she told me that i wouldn't be the one. she said she was sorry but what can that single word do with a dream that has been shattered into pieces. I have forgiven her for not choosing me but i can't forgive her for breaking her promise to me. I may have misunderstood her when she said that i would be the song leader a year ago, and when she reminded me last June about it. Maybe it wasn't a promise but still. She told me to do my best this year and I did. Well i'm not exactly an oustanding student but i balanced my extra-curricular activities and my academics, and my grades were okay. I never really thought that it would matter if I'm an outstanding student or not because being a song leader doesn't require you to be like that. What I mean is even as an average student you can still be chosen to do the job if you can do it. I don't have any grudges to the one chosen to be the song leader because it wasn't her fault if she was chosen right? I'm just saddened with what has happened because I really thought that I can trust Her. I really thought that she wasn't only my teacher,my mentor but also my friend. I mean regardless of her promise, no matter how you look at it "pinaAsa pa rin niya ako" She should've never gave me hope so that in return i wouldn't have expected it.Its not the fame i'm after and not even the good name it will give me if i was chosen. I wanted it because it was my passion. I sing because I love to sing, and being a song leader requires not only singing but having a passion to do it.I really wanted to give inspiration to people, to be able to share what i have, to be able to teach them..to actually make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost a week now i'm trying to move on, to move forward. I just needed time to think and be thankful for all the blessings God has given me. In the process of my pain i questioned God and i pushed people away,now i know what i did was wrong. It was nobody's fault that i experienced pain. Maybe it wasn't Her intention to hurt me and that maybe it just wasn't for me. Yes, i consider this my failure but i know that through this i can learn, i can be better. God has his reasons for giving this to me. I may have been wounded with what has happened but i know that in time i will be healed. I hope that even if i wasn't chosen i can still inspire people in a different way. My failure will one day be my success if i will fully learn from it. I know i will, I'm almost there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Try not to become a man of success but a man of value."&lt;/div&gt;                                                                                                         -Albert Einstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644024162568943256-6058302726706179368?l=iamsingingmyheartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsingingmyheartout.blogspot.com/feeds/6058302726706179368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644024162568943256&amp;postID=6058302726706179368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644024162568943256/posts/default/6058302726706179368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644024162568943256/posts/default/6058302726706179368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsingingmyheartout.blogspot.com/2008/03/starting-over.html' title='starting over..'/><author><name>ja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06239489686587786951</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>
