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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description> My name is Kirby and please don’t doubt my age, alright? I’m 14 years old.  I’m a guy who has a lot of things in mind and I bet that’s not a sin. Living a meaningful lifeeeeeeee.I’m not one of those competitive journalists in our school, noe one of the students who gets praised for writing but I can assure that every word issued in this blog either comes from the heart or the fruit of the maturity everyone ingested to me. Writing isn’t just a hobby, not an ordinary need for a highschool student. The skill of writing is to create a context in which other people can think..  I don’t have a formal training, I didn’t hire anybody to coach me through the journey of writing, no one forced me to write something he could read every night and I don’t own a pen that would surely win the heart of every reader. Now, do you find it funny why I’m still courageous enough to publish a blog without the likes of perfection? Well, I got nudged. I’m writing to express and not to catch the attention of every user of this micro-blogging network. It’s like asking you to allow me to publish the book of my life story. But why do I need your permission, dear friend?



  Great People Like Kirby~




instagram and twitter @greatkirby</description><title>GREATKIRBY</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @greatkirby)</generator><link>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Dapat alam natin kung san natin ilulugar ang sarili natin. Alam natin kung hanggang saan ang...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Dapat alam natin kung san natin ilulugar ang sarili natin. Alam natin kung hanggang saan ang gagampanang &amp;#8216;role&amp;#8217; ng isang tao sa buhay natin. At alamin natin kung sumusobra na ba tayo ng panghihingi mula sakanila. Hindi tayo maaaring ikutan ng buhay ng isang tao.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/23863316378</link><guid>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/23863316378</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 May 2012 22:57:06 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>ralpsalazar:

Random truth? I value my friends a lot. Even they don’t, I still. :|
</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://ralpsalazar.tumblr.com/post/23860733032"&gt;ralpsalazar&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Random truth? I value my friends a lot. Even they don’t, I still. :|&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/23860859764</link><guid>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/23860859764</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 May 2012 21:59:29 +0800</pubDate><category>....</category></item><item><title>&amp;#8220;Di ka namamansin.&amp;#8221;
Hindi ko alam kung bakit ako ba ang dapat mamansin. Or naiisip ba...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Di ka namamansin.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hindi ko alam kung bakit ako ba ang dapat mamansin. Or naiisip ba niyang ako dapat ang namamansin. Or ano kaya ang mararamdaman niya kapag sinabi ko rin yun sakanya. Iisipin niya din bang obligadong siya ang unang pumansin? Pansinin niyo, dapat bang &amp;#8216;&lt;em&gt;ikaw&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#8217; lagi ang mamamansing una? Pero maiisip mo rin na bakit siya ang unang papansin sa&amp;#8217;yo? Ano ka ba? Ang komplikado, diba.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/23857724446</link><guid>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/23857724446</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 May 2012 20:22:00 +0800</pubDate><category>NAPAISIP LANG OKAY HAHAHA</category></item><item><title>It&amp;#8217;s the same spot you used to be in. I find myself constantly strolling around what the past...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#8217;s the same spot you used to be in. I find myself constantly strolling around what the past had embossed through my imaginations. Memories I can&amp;#8217;t seem to trash- they put me into a ring of illusions and expectations. A hope for a reunion. A wish for a rewind. But that&amp;#8217;s something I can&amp;#8217;t control because &lt;em&gt;falling for you is forbidden&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/23791376694</link><guid>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/23791376694</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 May 2012 20:02:00 +0800</pubDate><category>The story of my Second Year in Highschool</category><category>greatthoughts</category></item><item><title>Sometimes, I don&amp;#8217;t understand my feelings and what made me feel that way.
I get irritated and...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, I don&amp;#8217;t understand my feelings and what made me feel that way.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I get irritated and annoyed at everything with a reason I can&amp;#8217;t seem to find. I know there is a reason why I feel that way, but it&amp;#8217;s one thing I note as an understandable and unidentifiable thing. Just like when we feel sad for no reason. We can be happy though, but why did we feel sad for no apparent reason? It&amp;#8217;s another choice. But when it happens, I can&amp;#8217;t stop digging deep down the core of my mind. Is there one event that happened that resulted to this bipolar-ish, weird feeling?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t get myself. I have a heart, a mind and feelings. I just have them, but I haven&amp;#8217;t learned the art of controlling them. I wish I can, soon.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/23607282905</link><guid>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/23607282905</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 May 2012 21:30:02 +0800</pubDate><category>greatthoughts</category></item><item><title>I expressed my confusion to my aunt in Bulacan, as to what my short-term goal in life is. I want to...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I expressed my confusion to my aunt in Bulacan, as to what my short-term goal in life is. I want to be a part of a varsity team in college but I want to take up a medical course at the same time, which is obviously difficult for an average student like me. She explained to me the reality of living life. Life is not about choosing the better to attain something perfect. It&amp;#8217;s about choosing the &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt; which you know would give you outraging satisfaction and happiness. Let go of the things you can&amp;#8217;t change. Laugh when you can and apologize when you should. And most importantly, don&amp;#8217;t take all of the things in life seriously. Loosen up. If you&amp;#8217;re having a hard time in choosing between things, never ever give up something you are passionate for. Never give up something you believe you are great in. Never dwell into something you know your capacity don&amp;#8217;t encompass. Life is all about choices. Think with your heart out.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/23542170103</link><guid>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/23542170103</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2012 21:08:55 +0800</pubDate><category>greatthoughts</category></item><item><title>As I lay my body down my bed, I can envision and feel a fresh unpredictable dream approaching my...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;As I lay my body down my bed, I can envision and feel a fresh unpredictable dream approaching my head. That’s one thing I love about sleeping; everything is just a taste of an illusion and a product of the thinking of a soul at rest. Each event being filmed in my head seems too fast to be recorded. Mentally, everything is in pause. You have your soul and mind calmed and relaxed. But in the other world you are trying to live, everything is in fast forward. And you hope that it would not come into an end. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;But all I know at that certain moment is that I am sleeping, I am away from real pain and I can feel for a moment some magical things- impossible when I have my eyes opened.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/23415870125</link><guid>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/23415870125</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 May 2012 23:13:52 +0800</pubDate><category>greatthoughts</category></item><item><title>Attachment injects pain in our being.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I know that everything is temporary. Nothing will stay in this world forever and everything will change, vanish and leave. And &lt;em&gt;leaving&lt;/em&gt; is an unavoidable event in life that will surely leave someone in pain.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But why do people can&amp;#8217;t seem to avoid being attached to someone, if one knows that  he will be leaving at any point in time? Once again, attachment is the greatest producer of illusion. It makes us live into a figment of imagination. In this type of happenings, we are tested to use our ability to control one&amp;#8217;s self. Learn to accept things if they are not for each other. Open-mindedly digest that nothing will make it&amp;#8217;s presence felt at all times. But then again, people are unhealthily attached to things they have no control over. Attaching our self to someone without any definite confirmed relationship means believing into something that is not real. This simply means that attachment causes suffering. And detachment is the only thing that would lead us to peace and happiness.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If someone leaves, get detached as quick as you can. This loss will open our eye to the worth of things; and be thankful. Relieve and let go. You know that there&amp;#8217;s no way of bringing the feeling with that &amp;#8220;someone&amp;#8221; back. But you know that you can bloom a new day, with your head up high. You deserve better.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/23101652335</link><guid>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/23101652335</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2012 21:12:00 +0800</pubDate><category>greatrants</category></item><item><title>I know I&amp;#8217;m not the guy you wished to be with all the time.
But just remember that I&amp;#8217;m...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I know I&amp;#8217;m not the guy you wished to be with all the time.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But just remember that I&amp;#8217;m grateful to you for trying to let me feel that I&amp;#8217;m accepted.  You know. It&amp;#8217;s just something that I don&amp;#8217;t feel all the time. And It actually feels one of a kind because you are the one who made me feel it. Even if I know that there&amp;#8217;s no touch of truthfulness in anything you do when you&amp;#8217;re with me.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/23031044024</link><guid>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/23031044024</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2012 17:21:08 +0800</pubDate><category>greatthoughts</category></item><item><title>Good Evening. Para kay @israelmekaniko. Lakas ng loob no. Haha....</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3wqy1QbjD1qav3n8o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good Evening. Para kay @israelmekaniko. Lakas ng loob no. Haha. Mr. Penguin! Aw!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/22896532685</link><guid>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/22896532685</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2012 19:34:00 +0800</pubDate><category>israelmekaniko</category><category>doodle</category></item><item><title>Sometimes, I struggle understanding the reason why some things happen- why I have to fall, why I...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, I struggle understanding the reason why some things happen- why I have to fall, why I can&amp;#8217;t seem to run from the past and why things no one is expecting to happen, happens. I don&amp;#8217;t wish for premonitions or any ability to foresee the future. I just don&amp;#8217;t understand.. sometimes. I am a strong-headed kid and I think it is natural for me to get scolded. I sneak out of our house to play and make reasons just to do what I want. That is when I was younger. And I always ask myself, &amp;#8220;Why should my parents stop me from doing these things that they know would make me happy?&amp;#8221;. Everybody wants to be happy. And it is my own way of attaining a joyous state of my soul. But I can&amp;#8217;t blame my teachers and my mentors for saying that I should enjoy life. Or maybe, I am too much living my life into happiness.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But the maturity I possess enlightened me to the reality of life. &lt;strong&gt;There are things we would not understand&amp;#8230; for now. But someday, it will all make sense. &lt;/strong&gt;The valuable part is that we learn to dig into the problem and make a positive sense out of it. Like in my part, I get scolded because my parents want me to be disciplined enough to enter my life in the future. And that&amp;#8217;s a really shallow matter. And these tiny things would test us if we could handle a heavier task or problem. And in any problem we face, take it as  a challenge. Challenge to magnify and see the hidden scriptures in the stone of life that would let us tell ourselves &amp;#8220;Now, it all makes sense&amp;#8221;.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/22838202147</link><guid>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/22838202147</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 May 2012 20:46:31 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Scientifically speaking, maaaring hindi meteor ang nakikita natin sa langit. Maaari din palang mga...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Scientifically speaking, maaaring hindi meteor ang nakikita natin sa langit. Maaari din palang mga tae.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dahil walang gravity sa space, lahat ay lumulutang. Tubig, tao, telepono o maging ang ating dumi. Kinumpirma ng mga astronauts na ineeject nila ang mga dumi kapag puno na ang pinakasucker ng tae sa kalawakan. Edi malayang gumagalaw ang mga tae na para bang mga meteoroid. E pano kung hinatak ito ng mundo? Dadaan ito sa mga layers ng atmosphere at magaapoy na gaya ng meteor. Imagine, hindi mo na pala kailangang lumayo pa para magwish. Isang upo at iri lang, ready na!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/22776118997</link><guid>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/22776118997</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2012 20:12:00 +0800</pubDate><category>Natutunan sa review</category></item><item><title>You are one of the wonderful things that seem impossible to be forgotten. 
Remember the night when...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are one of the wonderful things that seem impossible to be forgotten. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Remember the night when we rode that theme park’s high-towering ride? You were afraid of falling, but I assured you’ll never drop yourself while I’m with you. You’re afraid, I laughed. And you smiled while feeling the wind come in contact with your face; you expressed your amazement to where we are. We watched the lights below us glimmer, the stunning deathly rides and ourselves lose our breath to the beautiful scene. But of all these fresh moments in my head.. you, yourself, the way your hair bounce, sparkle in your brown eyes, your laughter and the clothes you look good on…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;They are the most unforgettable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I will never fail to remember how you told me that I am just a nobody. And I can’t escape from laughing everyday I realize that I am &lt;em&gt;somebody&lt;/em&gt;. Somebody who someone thought was a nobody. Thank you for making me someone I thought I could not be. And from that moment on, learned the art of believing- in myself and in the power of my dreams. I once dreamt of a beautiful, young lady letting me feel special. Making me realize that I am also worthy to be with someone who will love me unconditionally. Until I realize that you were standing there, ready to be the woman of my dreams. The woman that will turn illusions into reality.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I remember you swore to be with me ‘til our lastbreath and I did the same way too. Everything seemed perfect. Even everyone thought everything was perfect. You told me you love me, I swear back. If I ask you to stay, you will. And it came to a point in time that I have to endlessly thank God for having you in my life. I thank him for not forgetting me, for not forgetting to take care of you, for giving me a chance to be with you and a chance to take care of you- the way he did. Until you made me realize that I have to forget some things. Things that I should not be having. Things that I don’t deserve. And the most painful of all? To forget things who do not really want to be with me. And you are one of them. And it kills me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Realizing that we have to forget and dream again. &lt;em&gt;Because some of the most beautiful, breathtaking dreams we had are actually nightmares. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/22582836743</link><guid>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/22582836743</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 May 2012 19:42:00 +0800</pubDate><category>greatrants</category></item><item><title>Dear Little Brother,
Masaya ako at Grade Three ka na. Matututunan mo na ang Skeletal at Muscular...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Dear Little Brother,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Masaya ako at Grade Three ka na. Matututunan mo na ang Skeletal at Muscular System. Mababawasan na ang madaldal sa gabing madilim. Ewan ko ba kung bakit iniinsist mo na abs ang nakapasak diyan sa tiyan mo. Ribs yan, okay?  Bakit ba obsessed ang mga lalaki sa pagkakaroon ng *hot* *sexy* *perfect* *fine* abs? Eh pwede naman daw maging sexy by face value? Or wala naman atang masama sa pagkakaroon ng tiyan, since parte naman yun ng katawan. Gusto mo nang proof? Wag na, di ako mahilig sa geometry eh.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love, Ang Brother mong nagwiwish magka-abs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/22512151235</link><guid>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/22512151235</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2012 20:50:00 +0800</pubDate><category>greatthoughts</category></item><item><title>I believe everyone wants to be appreciated.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I believe everyone wants to be appreciated.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/22192698589</link><guid>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/22192698589</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2012 22:23:14 +0800</pubDate><category>Goodnight.</category><category>Let's all rest now.</category></item><item><title>Friends are priceless</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The priceless things in life are not really possessions. Some are experiences, some are feelings. And I would say that the feelings our friends provide are the most priceless. They are the ones who watch our favorite movies, eat at your favorite fast food, play your favorite ball game and stay at your home all day long, overnight, month-long. Your friends might not be there in every minute you&amp;#8217;re breathing, but someone true will always be there at the right time. Our friends are the most reliable and thoughtful people we could ever meet in our lives. They value and see us differently from others; in a way that we are someone who is worth his time. Together, we experience different things. Good or Worse. But the thing is they are still beside you all the way to the end. A true friend - not just a peer - is real and honest. A true friend knows how to listen and understand. Even in the toughest times, our friends are ready to &amp;#8216;be there&amp;#8217; and to say &amp;#8216;I understand&amp;#8217;. Everyone needs a friend. Not because we want to tell the whole world we have him, but because we all deserve to savor one of the best feelings in life, with them.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And that&amp;#8217;s the beauty of friendship. Knowing that we have the time to nurture it is worth every moment. And every moment we spend with them are immeasurable. Because you know, that you are spending it with the most precious people in your life.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/22190324025</link><guid>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/22190324025</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2012 21:08:00 +0800</pubDate><category>Lame Title</category><category>I dont mind</category><category>greatrants</category></item><item><title>ikemensan:

Take a second and think about the one thing that...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3boehztXX1qe52v7o1_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://ikemensan.tumblr.com/post/22168724083/take-a-second-and-think-about-the-one-thing-that" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;ikemensan&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take a second and think about the one thing that promotes attraction the most. I’ll give you a hint. &lt;em&gt;The answer is not physical looks, wealth, having things in common, or even the person’s personality.&lt;/em&gt; I know, it’s crazy right? The answer is actually &lt;strong&gt;proximity. &lt;/strong&gt;Study after study finds that most people tend to become attracted to people who are physically close to them. The theory is called the mere exposure effect, and it states that we tend to become attracted to a novel stimuli if it was repeated over and over again. I am sure you once saw a very attractive person who caught your attention while passing by your car, then you never saw him/her again. Why do most people forget about that very attractive person a few days later? Simply because they never see that person again. If the stimuli wasn’t reinforced we tend to forget about it even if we liked it. It really is true. Just talking to someone a lot can do so much. You may not even see it coming. But If you spend a considerable amount of time with someone, you could be friends one day, and before you know it, you’ve completely fallen head over heals in love with each other. Maybe this has happened to you. You can’t fight it, but why would you want to? It’s a beautiful thing, really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/22169414803</link><guid>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/22169414803</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2012 10:43:28 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>We went to the mall to buy some stuff, get new pairs of shoes and have a stock of food for the week....</title><description>&lt;p&gt;We went to the mall to buy some stuff, get new pairs of shoes and have a stock of food for the week. And we haven&amp;#8217;t for a while, so yeah.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#8217;s so nice that we decided to go out. I just want to share the highlight of my day. I become very soft and I get stunned whenever I see a baby lying in a stroller and looking at his surroundings as if it&amp;#8217;s somewhere he has never been to. I saw a baby in a stroller awhile ago. He was looking at the bright lights above him, colorful shirts of people walking and different objects for sure he can&amp;#8217;t reach. I wish I could reach him. And I got so in love that I have to even sit at his front and talk to him using the baby language. Adoo-doo-doo A-nana-baby-uh. Hahaha. I just have to blog this. Babies are so cute. I can&amp;#8217;t even&amp;#8230; :&amp;#8217;&amp;gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;small&gt;　&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/22048594752</link><guid>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/22048594752</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Apr 2012 22:33:00 +0800</pubDate><category>GOODNIGHT</category><category>greatthoughts</category></item><item><title>Why do guys hide their true feelings?﻿ ﻿</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Randomly, on a plain, dull day, my girl cousin asked my guy cousin, &amp;#8220;How often do guys think deeply and feel sentimental?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;We think the same. It&amp;#8217;s just that, we act differently,&amp;#8221; he answered.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The statement seems to force me to stand up and applause, but I just can&amp;#8217;t. My cousin defended &lt;em&gt;guys &lt;/em&gt;well, even though he didn&amp;#8217;t quite give the girl the right answer. But it makes sense. We, guys, have feelings too. You know what I&amp;#8217;m talking about? We become dramatic, blissful and sentimental. We get hurt, excited, disappointed, whatever. But here&amp;#8217;s the question, &lt;em&gt;Why do guys hide their true feelings? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Others don&amp;#8217;t want to get ridiculed. And most of the time - and maybe with same reason as to why some girls hide their feelings - men are scared of rejection. Most of men think that it is not wise to show your feelings because you are not sure about  how the person they&amp;#8217;re talking to will respond to them. And to be true, people expect the guys to be the strong ones. So they wouldn&amp;#8217;t like to show their weaknesses or any down feeling they have inside. And our culture has made an impact on this, a guy must hold on grip of his feelings. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We all think the same. But not all of us think much. And sometimes, you need to be strong enough to face the crowd, the group or the individual in front of you. And always&amp;#8230; afraid to show that we have &amp;#8220;weakness&amp;#8221;.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/21845421090</link><guid>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/21845421090</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2012 20:41:00 +0800</pubDate><category>greatrants</category></item><item><title>"Pencils are made with erasers to give second chance. But the eraser on the pencil was made small for..."</title><description>“Pencils are made with erasers to give second chance. But the eraser on the pencil was made small for us to remember that chances are limited.”</description><link>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/21433619569</link><guid>http://greatkirby.tumblr.com/post/21433619569</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Apr 2012 21:12:50 +0800</pubDate><category>greatquotes</category></item></channel></rss>

