tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115735722024-03-06T10:16:37.190+08:00♥ whispers of a flutterbyprincess♥honey Ühttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906575991365875423noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573572.post-57701380473969749102010-04-19T18:06:00.001+08:002010-04-19T18:14:39.313+08:00A womans Worth<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:15px;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:15px;">i just learned something today... *and i'm glad I DID*... from a good friend back in highschool. she made this as one of her tattoo.. and to date... this quote just rocks! and just gotta share this with every woman out there :)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:15px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:15px;">Eio Sheena! thanks for this</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:15px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:15px;"><br /></span></div>The Hebrew Talmud says:<b> </b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:15px;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:15px;"><b>“Be very careful if you make a woman cry because God counts her tears. Every tear a woman shed is equivalent of a man’s sacrifices in life. The woman came from a man’s rib—not on his feet to be stepped on; not on his head to be superior, but on his side to be equal; under his arms to be protected and near his heart to be loved.”</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:15px;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:15px;"><b><br /></b></span></div>honey Ühttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906575991365875423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573572.post-85496718282796876072010-04-19T10:49:00.002+08:002010-04-19T10:58:42.834+08:00Prayer of a GIRLFRIEND/PARTNERSince i'm NO WIFE or a mother... *tho I plan to be 10 years from now* I revised the prayer of a wife to suit my current title as a girlfriend/ partner :) and now would like to share this. I saw this prayer booklet in Carmelite Monastery in San Fernando, La Union during our "retreat" <div><br /></div><div><br />Dear Lord,<br /><br />Grant me the grace to be more patient:<br />when my boyfriend is misbehaving,<br />when the budget is short<br />and all bills are always rising.<br /><br />When my boyfriend is busy<br />and he tends to forget our anniversary<br /><br />When laundries are piled up<br />and I have no time for myself<br /><br />When household chores tend<br />to be routinary and I feel I am a robot.<br /><br />I don't ask you lord, that I may be appreciated.<br />I don;t work that I may be praised;<br />nor do I complain or seek comfort.<br /><br />What I ask of you is to grant me<br />the grace to be more persevering.<br /><br />Because I will do these things again<br />just to give the best.<br /><br />Let all these household duties be<br />the expressions of my all encompassing<br />concern for them.<br /><br />Let everything I do be a sign of my devotion<br />to all entrusted to my care.<br /><br />Let everyday schedules not quench my<br />desire to serve my loved one.<br /><br />Grant me the grace Lord, to be more<br />patient that I may continue to be a<br />faithful, ever loving, committed and<br />caring girlfriend.<br /><br />May I continue to express my love<br />through my works, as food is cooked.<br />And table is set, clothes are washed<br />and ready to wear, and house is clean.<br /><br />Grant me the grace to control my temper.<br />I must always be there to listen to his<br />stories, accompany my boyfriend<br />in his problems<br />to provide for his needs and ease<br />his pains.<br /><br />Grant me the grace that I may be<br />a forever loving person,<br />forever a faithful girlfriend<br />a true friend and a loyal companion<br />to my boyfriend,<br />whom I cherish and love,<br />and whom I consider your precious gift.<br /><br />AMEN<br /></div>honey Ühttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906575991365875423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573572.post-47110238375922069752010-04-19T10:45:00.000+08:002010-04-19T10:46:40.907+08:00Prayer of a WIFE<b><br /></b><br />Dear Lord,<br /><br />Grant me the grace to be more patient:<br />when children are misbehaving,<br />and food is not eaten.<br />when the budget is short<br />and all bills are always rising.<br /><br />When my husband is busy<br />and he tends to forget our anniversary<br /><br />When laundries are piled up<br />and I have no time for myself<br /><br />When household chores tend<br />to be routinary and I feel I am a robot.<br /><br />I don't ask you lord, that I may be appreciated.<br />I don;t work that I may be praised;<br />nor do I complain or seek comfort.<br /><br />What I ask of you is to grant me<br />the grace to be more persevering.<br /><br />Because I will do these things again<br />just to give the best to my children.<br /><br />Let all these household duties be<br />the expressions of my all encompassing<br />concern for them.<br /><br />Let everything I do be a sign of my devotion<br />to all entrusted to my care.<br /><br />Let everyday schedules not quench my<br />desire to serve my loved one.<br /><br />Grant me the grace Lord, to be more<br />patient that I may continue to be a<br />faithful, and ever loving wife,<br />a committed and caring mother.<br /><br />May I continue to express my love<br />through my works, as food is cooked.<br />And table is set, clothes are washed<br />and ready to wear, and house is clean.<br /><br />Grant me the grace to control my temper.<br />I must always be there to listen to their<br />stories, accompany my husband<br />in his problems<br />to provide for their needs and ease<br />their pains.<br /><br />Grant me the grace that I may be<br />a forever loving mother,<br />forever a faithful wife.<br />a true friend and a loyal companion<br />to my husband and children,<br />whom I most cherish and love,<br />and whom I consider your most precious gift.<br /><br /><b>AMEN</b>honey Ühttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906575991365875423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573572.post-74464445063581285652010-01-26T20:57:00.003+08:002010-01-26T21:29:11.008+08:00mga bakit?pauwi ako... naisip ko ang mga to:<br /><br />bakit kailangang mag PDA ang mga mag jowa! hello?! ok lang sana kung smack or peck eh... wag nmn sana french kiss sa gitna ng kalsada! *kakakita ko lang to kanina sa glorietta 5*<br /><br />bakit kailangang maging isang KABIT?... bakit hindi nalang tanggapin na pag may bf/gf or wifey or hubby ang isang tao... dapat iwasan na o wag na ipag pilitan ang sarili! diba dapat pag attached na ang isang tao, dapat loyal ka na doon sa ka relasyon mo? at kung ang lumalapit nga sayo yung attached na... dapat diba iwasan na to?<br /><br />bakit pa perong it's complicated na relationship status... ano ba ito?... hindi ko kasi gets<br /><br />bakit may pride? bakit pinapairal ang pride?... ano ba purpose nito? para sa akin... pinapagulo lang nito ang isipan ng isang tao o ng mga tao!<br /><br />bakit ang mga tao specially boys... mahilig sa computer games? buong araw nakaharap sa pc... hindi ba sila nahihilo?<br /><br />bakit ang mga girls... mahilig mag reduce ng diet... kahit hindi naman mataba?... bakit lagi tingin nila sa sarili mataba sila?... eh hindi nmn... *wala akong pag asa dito... dahil hindi ako mataba... payat ako at ng papataba*<br /><br />bakit ang mga pulitika kelangang gumastos sa mga tv ads... and all that... bakit hindi nalang nila gamitin yung pondo nila para tumulong sa nakakarami? diba mas maganda yung endorsement by word of mouth?<br /><br />bakit nakaka addict ang mga social networks?... self promotion at self gratification lang to mostly diba?... * oo alam ko over na nga ako sa pagpromote ng sarili ko eh... pero natutuwa kasi ako*<br />pero nakaka addict talaga diba?<br /><br />... tomorrow na lang ulit... pagod na ako. :))honey Ühttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906575991365875423noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573572.post-72709850488792697592010-01-09T15:06:00.006+08:002010-01-09T16:25:28.257+08:00How to renew PRC license<meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><title></title><meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0 (Win32)"><style type="text/css"> <!-- @page { margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } --> </style> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I finally renewed my Professional Regulations Commissions (PRC) License last week. And of course, experienced few glitches here and there... but hey, at least I've learned how to renew the I.D. Though I think it's better to be prepared with all the things that you'll need... So here's a guideline for those who'll be needing to undergo such process...</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Here's to a hassle free PRC renewal process in Moraita, Manila.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Things to bring:</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></p> <ol><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Photocopy of the PRC license</p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">paste</p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">black pen</p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">money for renewal 450 php</p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">money for picture 80 php</p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">money for LBC payment</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"></p> </li></ol> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">You can go for the EXPRESS renewal.. or the regular renewal (20 – 25 business days) where of course, you'll be the one to do all the process. Before you imagine looooooooooong lines, looooooooong hours of waiting, hot headed people, and hot crowed places... STOP... because, I opt to choose to renew it my self, and I'm ALIVE. *teehee*
<br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Suggested Steps to follow:
<br /></p> <ol><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">In the information booth, located near the entrance of PRC. Tell your profession to the man on duty. Then he'll give you a form looking like the one below for <b>REGULAR</b> renewal.</p></li></ol>
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<br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"></p><ol start="2"><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Fill up the form. Make sure you don't miss out any other important information.</p> </li></ol> <ol start="3"><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Get your pictures taken with your full name (Surname, First Name and Middle Initial) on the bottom part of the passport size I.D. Picture. You can choose to have the picture taken ahead of time, before going to PRC or you can also opt to have it taken at the MANY photo shops near the area of PRC building. Your 3<sup>rd</sup> option would be, inside PRC. They have a picture booth there and for 80 php, 4 copies, it'll be ready in 2 minutes. <b>that's how fast AND convenient it is. </b><span style="font-weight: normal;">(I chose the latter)</span></p> </li></ol> <ol start="4"><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">As seen at the above form, depending on your Profession, you'd proceed to either Window 16, 18, or 30.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">For profession starting with </span><b>N, </b><span style="font-weight: normal;">you'd proceed to window 16. make sure you have the filled up form with picture, another photo, and a photocopy of the PRC license. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Once you've reached the window counter, present the filled up form with picture, another photo, and a photocopy of the PRC license. And the person would be writing down something then they'd ask you to pay at the cashier.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Pay the needed amount and get the official receipt.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">After paying, go back to the window where you presented all the form. Once at the window counter, present the form with the official receipt. The person on duty will verify it then will give you your claim stub. </span><b>make sure you keep the claim stub</b><span style="font-weight: normal;">. It's where you'd find when you'll go back to claim your I.D.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Once you have the claim stub you can opt to choose to pay additional 50 php (with in Metro Manila Addresses) or 70 php (Provincial Addresses) for LBC to send you your PRC I.D. Right at your home. If you chose to have it delivered by LBC,</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Go to the booth of LBC near the picture booth. Fill out a form/ authorization form and have your claim stub ready. </span><b>Make sure you fill out the “person to look for” if you won't be able to receive the package, personally.</b></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Pay the allotted amount.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Make sure you get your receipt. Because that's where you can call the LBC customer service IF there would be some problems.</span></p> </li></ol> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">After step 12... you can now go home... wait for it. :) </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">There's your HASSLE FREE PRC licensing process :)</span></p> <ol start="4"><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"></p></ol> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"></p>honey Ühttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906575991365875423noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573572.post-58033099072627298912009-12-22T16:32:00.025+08:002009-12-30T19:28:40.836+08:00H's gratitude list for 2009<span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ9CbzmakHh5DVcOg4xUtA8JLCKGScxvLV1RkO9qtMRcdDPxUWhKfoMNCrcLeyxQ4hHthFmcAVcurkMF481BckHSTJCO7MzNgklajxPLkxXbReWmS8Xu_E6HUfA-39LNLnL7oW/s1600-h/whole.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ9CbzmakHh5DVcOg4xUtA8JLCKGScxvLV1RkO9qtMRcdDPxUWhKfoMNCrcLeyxQ4hHthFmcAVcurkMF481BckHSTJCO7MzNgklajxPLkxXbReWmS8Xu_E6HUfA-39LNLnL7oW/s320/whole.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420557032885776018" border="0" /></a><br /></span><div style="font-family: courier new;" class="itemactionspacer"><!-- --></div> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: center;font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"><span style="font-size:100%;">before the year ends... I take this time to unravel the things that has happened to me on the year that was <span style="font-weight: bold;">2009</span>.<br /></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">as i take the moment to unpack the year that was, i find these precious souvenirs:<img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/star.png" /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Things i tasted, looked at, smelled, heard and touched:</span> </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p> <ul style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Manang Felilia's sopas, pansit, instant pansit canton, home made burgers and sandwiches.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Mikey's Delicatessen October feast platter... nakaka high blood<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Sala Bistro's YUMMY puddings, fudge brownies, and wallnut pudding<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">People's Place ... THAI food!!!</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">ROYCE kurumaru milk chocolate, banana nama chocolate block, and milk chocolate chips<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Cyma ... rocca salata just rocked my 'effing existence! OPA!</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Smelled game davidoff for men *my gift for BB's birthday</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">smelled, and felt the leather of a Louis Vuitton bag... :))</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">songs: party in the USA, bad romance, crawl, lady gaga's songs</span></li></ul><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihABwTES9XAo42Ocf0OhiW1E24a3RSnC84C44gHP-6YDN42dX53zm2251SgGHQlDKiB7lI2W4uItLHews8F5D0KWYmFneCkNXDooAXKIk9xhRdnthI4XNGRlohMWAhdCpl1FCE/s1600-h/food.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 474px; height: 389px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihABwTES9XAo42Ocf0OhiW1E24a3RSnC84C44gHP-6YDN42dX53zm2251SgGHQlDKiB7lI2W4uItLHews8F5D0KWYmFneCkNXDooAXKIk9xhRdnthI4XNGRlohMWAhdCpl1FCE/s320/food.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420717680753270274" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Experiences that strengthened me:</span></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span> <ul style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Fights with B...AGAIN... over and over nmn... haha :)<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">government biddings!... PAGASA bidding... and ALL government project biddings.. hinding HINDI ko ito makakalimutan...<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">fighting temptations...<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">having to work for 3 full months on weekdays and weekends! haha.. time management! *apir*</span></li></ul><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Life lessons that I've learned:</span></span></p> <ul style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"><li><span style="font-size:100%;">being a follower is not bad...<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">being a leader will take time... and once you're on top... learn to put your foot in the shoes of those who will be under your lead :)<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">choose who your REAL friends are... wag yung kaibigan because kainuman... tried and tested na hanggang kasiyahan lang sila.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">pwedeng maging plastik... sa mga taong hindi mo maiiwasang plastikin... but as much as possible, NOT all the time. haha</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">kissing ass will get you somewhere... at least once you're down the long line UP... :) - mo twister philosophy. (haha)<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">FAMILY love... FAMILY time IS very important.</span></li></ul><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. life Lessons that i need to learn:</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span></p> <ul style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"><li><span style="font-size:100%;">STILL... patience!</span> </li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">STILL...trust</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">learn to say NO! :) and say YES to opportunities!<br /></span></li></ul><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. This belief i outgrew:</span> </span></p><ul style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"><li><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" >like what i typed earlier... i thought i'm the type of person na open book... na hindi kayang mgaging plastic... well... now... dahil sa "sales" there's what i call... being plastic to have pakikisama, and avoid disputes... as long as it is for the betterment of a relationship. kung ayaw mag patalo ng kausap mo... di let it go... save your self from the stress... :))<br /></span></li></ul><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. This conviction I lived by:</span><br /></span></p><ul style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"><li><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" > WORK HARD... REST HARDer... health is super your way to wealth.... so everyone SHOULD stay healthy! *like last year* super HEALTH IS wealth!<br /></span></li></ul><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. These risk I took:</span><br /><br /></span></p><ul style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"><li><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" >well basically this year was risk free... so there were no major risks i took. :)</span></li></ul><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. Unforgettable experiences <img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/thumbs_up.png" /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span></p> <ul style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"><li><span style="font-size:100%;">ABS-CBN hang out...<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Sagip kapamilya Ondoy victims at Bulacan.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">riding on the back of a 4x4 F150... NLEX...San Beda Mountaineering boys... NLEX police escort *mga kalokohan namin ni cervantes*<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">staying at a company as long as 1 year and 1 month... till now... love my SUN Microsystems Philippines family!... *soon to be Oracle*<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">lunch outs haha :))<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">isa sa mga pambato ng SSD sa mga games and kalokohan *kumapal na ang mukha ko* lol</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">badminton with the pre sales group! then eat galore after! haha bali wala ang exercise!<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">met and took a picture with my fave top fashion designer in the Philippines... Mr. Rajo Laurel! *woot woot*<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">me and bb's kawaii photo op at time zone. *kunwari ayaw pa ni bb... pose nmn ng pose* lol<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Working at sun micro... great people!!!</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">having Anchor Nutrition Clinic every Saturday and Sunday</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">spending time with my families... :)</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">ella's trip to pinas after 5 years</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">My Irene Mae's week long visit back to pinas<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">having POMPOM</span></li></ul><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvUuiiwxSdyRrq2GvWjhNArURJDk5LV-VD645XKmaWNy6GLVNLuT7z2wzjRP-V8onmLDdxMxJtSSf63v4t1bbtbIfA6KJ9b3N6pChoZWpBWoGkW46LxrZB8vKHCEjWkZgJIPiG/s1600-h/unforgetable2.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 380px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvUuiiwxSdyRrq2GvWjhNArURJDk5LV-VD645XKmaWNy6GLVNLuT7z2wzjRP-V8onmLDdxMxJtSSf63v4t1bbtbIfA6KJ9b3N6pChoZWpBWoGkW46LxrZB8vKHCEjWkZgJIPiG/s320/unforgetable2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420720195847546322" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE88XuwEhK62fVubAp3UsoCZjQBJXKtWWBeOf4OL-eBGD61Q7welTuzBJ4sA6PGKY-mDK-K-9I4smCTTlvzUrLws1bPX8cH_kDuwazD9xS-Yk3m6bryIAg0rjPpv_q6cMLtR8r/s1600-h/work.gif"><br /></a></span><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. Who influenced me most:</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span></p> <ul style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"><li><span style="font-size:100%;">my DADE... ofcourse!<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">my boss Ms. Sheryl</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">my office mates mi i, lodz, ainz, caryl, and ate jing</span></li></ul><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7gMpBjUOBsskAd24ssIbf9xHxNrOD2VOCkHvDKd1xr05ZRiycWQXtSHakufiamwyHwbRyCu7bTMAKsJ9W0d8r2boQxVNBW3ASDppEy4DLff8Y7WSfnj8E2ZpiLCiBfjiDkzm4/s1600-h/goodinfluence.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7gMpBjUOBsskAd24ssIbf9xHxNrOD2VOCkHvDKd1xr05ZRiycWQXtSHakufiamwyHwbRyCu7bTMAKsJ9W0d8r2boQxVNBW3ASDppEy4DLff8Y7WSfnj8E2ZpiLCiBfjiDkzm4/s320/goodinfluence.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420721919670860210" border="0" /></a><br /></span><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. what i regret: <img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/embarassed.png" /></span><br /></span></p><ul style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"><li><span style="font-size:100%;">hindi ng ipon.... *ulit... may pag babago ba? gaaaaaah!<br /></span></li></ul><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" ><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11. The persons/living thing who meant so much to me:</span><br /></span></p><ul style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"><li><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" >my family... dade, and mama's side</span></li><li><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" >bb and his family</span></li><li><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" >pompom<br /></span></li></ul> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">12. Napatunayan ko na.... <img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/lightbulb.png" /></span></span></p><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span> <ul style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"><li><span style="font-size:100%;">tamang mag tira ng pagmamahal sa sarili... wag lagi 100% na love para sa iba...<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">na ang trabaho... dapat minamahal...<br /></span></li></ul> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">13. My unfulfilled desires:</span><br /></span></p> <ul style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"><li><span style="font-size:100%;">still go to places.... travel...shop travel shop... *hindi na ito nabago 2 years ago na ito ah* haha</span></li></ul><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioxkjOdIUZdLKBZi9ui8JhfYcT9iLXS3mzALeButDOd4fTgr5_dzQBT1u1uNaBDnqISEt9LV5vYb5dNp4pLYJo-3ENaAutoVjg_Ux1WzSLIgUTm0bak4-itAi49-t2-Y_eDBeC/s1600-h/HK.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 448px; height: 373px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioxkjOdIUZdLKBZi9ui8JhfYcT9iLXS3mzALeButDOd4fTgr5_dzQBT1u1uNaBDnqISEt9LV5vYb5dNp4pLYJo-3ENaAutoVjg_Ux1WzSLIgUTm0bak4-itAi49-t2-Y_eDBeC/s320/HK.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420723356755716706" border="0" /></a></span><ul style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"><li><span style="font-size:100%;">specific target goal for 2009:<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">watch RENT musical with vonney on feb :)</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">go to camsur... anniversary gift on feb 14 (goodluck)<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">to dos: i've opened an account... make sure hindi na ako mag wwithdraw... DEPOSIT lang dapat ang gagawin ko!... then hindi na talaga ako tatamadin mag text kasi calling made my bill summit to its highest cost ever! 4K<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">save at least 2k per cut off... => sana matupad na ito!<br /></span></li></ul><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" >2 more days to NEW year LET's DO IT PEOPLE! let's do... let's make do... let's live to the fullest ... and let's and let's!</span><br /><br /></span>honey Ühttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906575991365875423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573572.post-91034590317040593442009-11-16T14:10:00.001+08:002009-12-18T19:09:03.446+08:00VISA NI LOLO<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Rockwell;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Rockwell;font-size:100%;" >A 70-year old 'lolo' from the province was accompanied by a<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>grandson to the US Embassy in Manila for his VISA interview. The lolo spoke not a word of English so the grandson translated for him. The Consul told the youngman to ask his grandfather why he wanted to go to the States.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Rockwell;font-size:100%;" ><br />"Bakit daw ho ninyo gustong pumunta sa Amerika?" The grandson translated.<span style="color: rgb(0, 127, 127);"><br /><br /></span>"Sabihin mo gusto kong makita yung mga anak ko doon.."<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Rockwell;font-size:100%;" ><br />"He said he wants to see his children there."<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Rockwell;font-size:100%;" ><br />Fair enough, that's what the lolo's application indicated.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Rockwell;font-size:100%;" ><br />The Consul had another question. "Ask him why does he have to </span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Rockwell;font-size:100%;" >go there?</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Rockwell;font-size:100%;" ><br />Why can't his children just come and visit him here?"<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Rockwell;font-size:100%;" ><br />The grandson translated this in Tagalog.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Rockwell;font-size:100%;" ><br />Lolo replied: "Sabihin mo kasi dito pinanganak yung mga anak ko. Nakita na nila ang Pilipinas. Gusto ko namang makita ang Amerika bago ako mamatay."<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Rockwell;font-size:100%;" ><br />(Translation: "Tell him, my children were born here. They've seen the Philippines<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>already. I just want to see America before I die.")<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><br />The HEARTLESS Consul was unimpressed as he declared, devoid of any emotion, that he was rejecting the visa application "because the applicant</span><span class="apple-converted-space" style="font-size:100%;"><span style=";font-family:Rockwell;" > </span></span><span style=";font-family:Rockwell;font-size:100%;" > was unable to speak any word of English."<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Rockwell;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br />"Reject daw yung visa ninyo kasi hindi daw kayo marunong mag-Ingles."<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br /><br />The lolo was equally unimpressed. "Sabihin mo ito sa kanya at huwag na huwag mong papalitan ang sasabihin ko: "Putang ina niya, bakit siya nandidito eh hindi naman siya marunong mag Tagalog! ?"</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Rockwell;font-size:100%;" ><br />Translated, "He said: You son of a bitch, how come you are here... you do not know how to speak Tagalog!?"<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Rockwell;font-size:100%;" ><br />Taken aback, sense of humor still intact, the consul relented and approved lolo's visa application in pronto.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i><span style=";font-family:Rockwell;" ><br /></span></i></span><span style=";font-family:Rockwell;font-size:100%;" >Go LoLo...Mabuhay ang Pinoy!!!</span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i><span style=";font-family:Rockwell;" > </span></i></span> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i><span style=";font-family:Rockwell;" ><span style="color: rgb(191, 0, 95);">(Taken from The Philippine Star (newspaper), written by Boo </span></span></i></span> </p><span style="font-size:100%;"><i><span style=";font-family:Rockwell;" ><span style="color: rgb(191, 0, 95);">Chanco)<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span><br /></span></span></i></span>honey Ühttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906575991365875423noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573572.post-170446829457508402009-11-10T12:09:00.007+08:002009-11-10T12:16:29.475+08:00WHAT TO TAKE TO BED WITH YOU<span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><br /><br /></span><div align="center" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><b>- not a joke.</b></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span> <p><span style="font-size:180%;"><b>This is a pretty neat idea. I never thought of it before.</b></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><b> </b></span><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><br /></b></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs3xsRB_b9yRv5uL6xDiYv3IJzJYd4jVUbXrLdoYfpmP7zWvxGpMSqnoCHbhZhGnn-xKWFDf3SdT6JcahQtWinaYK4CQq2Gc721Nv_EGo-tGLw8iAV9ove4CCXHHzWukHgLriF/s1600-h/carkey.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs3xsRB_b9yRv5uL6xDiYv3IJzJYd4jVUbXrLdoYfpmP7zWvxGpMSqnoCHbhZhGnn-xKWFDf3SdT6JcahQtWinaYK4CQq2Gc721Nv_EGo-tGLw8iAV9ove4CCXHHzWukHgLriF/s320/carkey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402322722173271618" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Put your car keys beside your</span><span style=";font-size:85%;color:blue;" > </span><span style="font-size:180%;">bed at night.</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><b><br />Tell your spouse, your children, your neighbors, your parents, your Dr's office, the check-out girl at the market, everyone you run across. Put your car keys beside your bed at night. </b></span></p></div><br />If you hear a noise outside your home or someone trying to get in your house, just press the panic button for your car.. The alarm will be set off, and the horn will continue to sound until either you turn it off or the car battery dies. This tip came from a neighborhood watch coordinator. Next time you come home for the night and you start to put your keys away, think of this: It's a security alarm system that you probably already have and requires no installation. Test it. It will go off from most everywhere inside your house and will keep honking until your battery runs down or until you reset it with the button on the key fob chain. It works if you park in your driveway or garage. If your car alarm goes off when someone is trying to break into your house, odds are the burglar/rapist won't stick around. After a few seconds all the neighbors will be looking out their windows to see who is out there and sure enough the criminal won't want that. And remember to carry your keys while walking to your car in a parking lot. The alarm can work the same way there. This is something that should really be shared with everyone. Maybe it could save a life or a sexual abuse crime.<br /><br /><br />P.S. I am posting this because I think it is fantastic. Would also be useful for any emergency, such as a heart attack, where you can't reach a phone. My Mom has suggested to my Dad that he carry his car keys with him in case he falls outside and she doesn't hear him.. He can activate the car alarm and then she'll know there's a problem.honey Ühttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906575991365875423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573572.post-54130004415818045422009-11-10T11:53:00.002+08:002009-11-10T11:58:19.509+08:0014 days Fitnesse challenge<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Kick–start your way to a healthier lifestyle!</span><br /></div><br /><br />Independent research shows that that those who eat whole grains tend to weigh less than those who<br />don’t and are less likely to gain weight over time.<br />This meal plan is designed to maximize the benefits of <span style="font-weight: bold;">NESTLÉ FITNESSE</span> whole grain cereal on your figure. For best results replace breakfast and one main meal for 14 days with a cereal such as NESTLÉ FITNESSE. Eat plenty of fruits and vegetable and low-fat carbohydrate-rich foods, and <span style="font-weight: bold;">remember to exercise.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sample Meal Plan:</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">BREAKFAST</span><br /><br />30g bowl of NESTLÉ<br />FITNESSE with 125ml<br />skimmed milk, 1 fruit, 1<br />tea or coffee<br /><br /> <span style="font-weight: bold;">LUNCH</span><br /><br />30g bowl of NESTLÉ<br /> FITNESSE with 125ml<br /> skimmed milk, vegetables<br /> or low fat soup, low fat<br /> yogurt.<br /><br /> <span style="font-weight: bold;">DINNER</span><br /><br />Balanced meal with<br /> vegetables, meat or fish or<br /> eggs, bread, dairy<br /> products<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">In between meals:</span><br />• a serving of any fresh fruit and vegetables.<br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">REMINDER</span>:<br /><br />• Lunch and dinner meal options are interchangeable. Aside from breakfast, ONE main<br />meal has to be replaced with NESTLÉ FITNESSE.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Note</span>: this is only recommended if you’re over 18 with a BMI of more than 25. And remember, if you’re taking medication or want to lose more than 20% of your starting weight, *<span style="font-weight: bold;">do talk to your doctor before beginning our program.</span>honey Ühttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906575991365875423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573572.post-62319647075200677342009-10-22T13:39:00.001+08:002009-10-22T13:45:15.509+08:00I could just D.I.E. smilin' ツ<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://twitpic.com/ksuxe" title="wanna see me like i'll never ever smile again?... I could jus... on Twitpic"><img style="width: 291px; height: 291px;" src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/ksuxe.jpg" alt="wanna see me like i'll never ever smile again?... I could jus... on Twitpic" /></a></div>honey Ühttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906575991365875423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573572.post-32518552315933424002009-09-30T14:16:00.014+08:002009-10-16T10:29:24.905+08:00Spirit of Bayanihan and alot moreGoal: To participate in relief operations for Sagip Kapamily in Meikawayan Bulacan for typhoon Ondoy Victims<br /><br />Date: Sept. 29, Tuesday.<br /><br />Meeting place: Mo. Ignasia Gate... ABS-CBN Studio Tour Office<br /><br />Time: 7:30 pm<br />ETD: 10:30 pm<br />ETA in Meikawayan, Bulacan: 11:30 pm - 12:00 mid night<br /><br />TL: Cherry and Avel<br /><br />Gov. Mendoza provided the 10 wheeler truck.<br /><br /><br />Had the privileged to serve and take part in one of MANY sagip kapamilya relief operations. I was suppose to start last September 28, Monday... but due to crappy communication lines... was not able to join the first batch.<br /><br />Got to Mo Ignacia gate around 7:30 ish... got inside the loop and prepared for this important night. Tied up my hair in ballet buns... and secures my bangs with a black headband... for less worries and hassle free movements while giving out the relief goods to the victim of typhoon Ondoy.<br /><br />8:00 pm Met up with Ethyl, my friend way back in college... from our thesis making in Baguio, PMA.<br /><br />8:00 pm to 9:30 pm hanged out inside the studio tour office... YES... HANGED OUT! unfortunately, our friends from ABS told us that the relief volunteers were restricted due to some concerns regarding security of their artists and security of the volunteers themselves... and not only that, since we will be the one's who will distribute the goods to the relief center in Bulacan, it is much better to save some energy.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4zWdBkBjZBfVHB2kmSn043nIOMvtMjxEhIehabjT-okzuCAkYsrS8Mj1Q0mh0eeEYu1kjgTK6djz8Udl5GVhEPnNX6vVh249b5o1RhvcAX0vw4nteJ7VDHx67bBTOIU6UUVo4/s1600-h/SPM_A0261.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4zWdBkBjZBfVHB2kmSn043nIOMvtMjxEhIehabjT-okzuCAkYsrS8Mj1Q0mh0eeEYu1kjgTK6djz8Udl5GVhEPnNX6vVh249b5o1RhvcAX0vw4nteJ7VDHx67bBTOIU6UUVo4/s320/SPM_A0261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392755552392681842" border="0" /></a><br /><br />10:00 pm... assembly of volunteers behind the mother Ignacia gate., but inside ABS-CBN...<br />This is one of th highlights that I truly liked about the Sagip Kapamilya... we created a human chain... carried what goods to be carried over till the 10 wheeler truck got full...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRhv4xBk61Gazu2hz6YzAMr4GBCzfsT8GgfWgx_v12kdb9nDhcdPO4E6h5Jllk1WrfURY1UjtI-VndBUzkOEETiGw0JRIcRUOij71xHEwPhK1PGG8aNuc3dFswIFOM0-yQ0C4w/s1600-h/SPM_A0259.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRhv4xBk61Gazu2hz6YzAMr4GBCzfsT8GgfWgx_v12kdb9nDhcdPO4E6h5Jllk1WrfURY1UjtI-VndBUzkOEETiGw0JRIcRUOij71xHEwPhK1PGG8aNuc3dFswIFOM0-yQ0C4w/s320/SPM_A0259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392755996381365538" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Ready Packages in sacks to be stacked up to the 10 wheeler truck bound to Bulacan.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp9qf647GWhIc8woD8lywLGpbzhDHTaaLt1bUCKz6nFLajAGd4c_MQrGsRgqf1sd97i2D2yxbcN6a8VBUZJcHDHhvPlyaknUziL_4DD-_VYoqPGU0IdzphqmBFvtr4wss6p4fW/s1600-h/SPM_A0260.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp9qf647GWhIc8woD8lywLGpbzhDHTaaLt1bUCKz6nFLajAGd4c_MQrGsRgqf1sd97i2D2yxbcN6a8VBUZJcHDHhvPlyaknUziL_4DD-_VYoqPGU0IdzphqmBFvtr4wss6p4fW/s320/SPM_A0260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392756187017379394" border="0" /></a>Goods to be packed... this is the area where the celebrities do their repacking. YES... for their safety and whatever...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMIZflNSGh8LuzUgqgKrWnUm0ZFOg2N78yWZum4LyfnPTSCF1gIQVdi8Skqsh0j9KhkvTaeYbKoeNjTqGBgoDDwA-lSqoBRVPxmPUlifZ_7obEbqKYqCl1LaFpvWq1bqFnsy4W/s1600-h/SPM_A0262.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMIZflNSGh8LuzUgqgKrWnUm0ZFOg2N78yWZum4LyfnPTSCF1gIQVdi8Skqsh0j9KhkvTaeYbKoeNjTqGBgoDDwA-lSqoBRVPxmPUlifZ_7obEbqKYqCl1LaFpvWq1bqFnsy4W/s320/SPM_A0262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392756892970741058" border="0" /></a><br /><br />all the bread pan that we girls carried to the 10 wheeler truck...<br /><br /><br /></div>10:30 pm... left Mo. Ignaia Compound and went to the volunteer center behind I have 2 eggs restaurant... again... created a human chain to carry over cartons to give people in evacuation centers as their mat for sleeping I had so much fun loading goodies and other materials inside the truck that I didn't even realize these would make me end up sore all over the next day...<br /><br />11:30 pm... waiting... waiting... and waiting for go signal...<br /><br />12:00 midnight we left quezon Ave...in convoy, Riding at the back of an F150 pick up... *YES AT THE BACK! among the 10 San beda mountaineering Org guys and a girl* (of course this is my friend, Ethyl) ... with a 10 wheeler truck, an elf with guys from other mountaineering clubs.<br /><br />THIS IS THE PART THAT I also enjoyed too much! FIRST time to ride, travel out of town, and volunteer for Sagip Kapamilya in an open 4X4... WHOOHOO!!!<br /><br />some bumps here and there, like of course THE obvious... NO back riders in an open elf and Pick up is allowed in North Express Way... *toinks* so we had to wait for about 30 mins or so for our Skyway Patrol escort...<br /><br />1:15 am... FINALLY reached our destination... but to our dismay... the barangay Captain did not personally welcome us, the kagawad who were suppose to wait for us did not notice our arrival. *oh well... who wouldn't notice a TEN WHEELER TRUCK that has Bulacans Governor's face all over... right?* the reason behind it was, they were drinking right in front of their municipal.<br /><br />1:30 am... the guys unloaded the relief goods inside the 10 wheeler truck because the truck can't actually fit inside the streets going to their barangay hall... and upon knowing that our TL agreed that the barangay will be the one to distribute the relief goods the following day. WTF! I personally wanted to make sure that the relief goods would wind up in the houses or the people who needed them most... that's plainly one of the reasons why I volunteered to give my time and body for human labor, so I could some what make sure this happens... BUT what can we do?.. the Barangay captain ordered the Kagawads to tell us that we should not wake the neighborhood anymore... because it's already late and that, they were tired... ok ok... the Captain had a point... BUT... for me... it's not a good enough reason.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghhm7_fsezQ9aFBOs1UmngKpKaZ-JeuL7gS19VoSbuXyYUV69SmMYlI-wdK5UiMlLX9jV31I5LrKtyhTTM2YhmZGcjWE5h6ghs49kmRZLi-fSPbPxIzK0DaqYx5mGz6dfHgUrq/s1600-h/SPM_A0264.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghhm7_fsezQ9aFBOs1UmngKpKaZ-JeuL7gS19VoSbuXyYUV69SmMYlI-wdK5UiMlLX9jV31I5LrKtyhTTM2YhmZGcjWE5h6ghs49kmRZLi-fSPbPxIzK0DaqYx5mGz6dfHgUrq/s320/SPM_A0264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392757432894786066" border="0" /></a><br /><br />2:oo am we have reached their barangay hall... and the place where there was flood up to chest high BEFORE... when we got there, it barely reached my knees... and i'm only 4'11''....<br />(ok... ng evaporate na or na wala na yung tubig baha when we got there)... but even so... we should have prioritized those areas who are in GREATER need of help...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnODSxCElxWkYYS8WFyjLYgj8qJmvlN40HOlxk3RiPey_pACfdaNBq4uGx4SNNpa4pwUFBUKF1_pXTqffY354TlwxozrUTe1HBiwB50Lr_zComslMroQJIFSPeBYKADtFaOm9n/s1600-h/SPM_A0267.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnODSxCElxWkYYS8WFyjLYgj8qJmvlN40HOlxk3RiPey_pACfdaNBq4uGx4SNNpa4pwUFBUKF1_pXTqffY354TlwxozrUTe1HBiwB50Lr_zComslMroQJIFSPeBYKADtFaOm9n/s320/SPM_A0267.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392757893000334178" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYRct_mp4q41K-pq46Q9mGdiVbOnEprZ9-qUf-AB1PKQavNoFnOF-4ST2ER5r1KeodYpbUusHHdk2zsA6LoW5pm7gXnpsNQ1aJ5jD6-kxYMwlo8lWAbcFGgJs1TvxrexNjNs7U/s1600-h/SPM_A0266.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYRct_mp4q41K-pq46Q9mGdiVbOnEprZ9-qUf-AB1PKQavNoFnOF-4ST2ER5r1KeodYpbUusHHdk2zsA6LoW5pm7gXnpsNQ1aJ5jD6-kxYMwlo8lWAbcFGgJs1TvxrexNjNs7U/s320/SPM_A0266.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393017093573487250" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">stupid me... forgot to bring slippers... or boots or what have you... i stepped on an open man hole... good thing I was holding on to something... or else... bye bye honey.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmhggGCkViJMFvqY6kPuoZPNutM46k2REt9QmczK-ZS6gmKy1OqF1KAlhRnmg6Z8sCjLZ56BYXoZ0FogPoJXOPifwT5ga6HZrZSv1olFbWIdvwtElRfQgjvKRN_jwHwmtqjlqg/s1600-h/SPM_A0271.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmhggGCkViJMFvqY6kPuoZPNutM46k2REt9QmczK-ZS6gmKy1OqF1KAlhRnmg6Z8sCjLZ56BYXoZ0FogPoJXOPifwT5ga6HZrZSv1olFbWIdvwtElRfQgjvKRN_jwHwmtqjlqg/s320/SPM_A0271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392758356141096722" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">the helpful guys from San Beda Mountaineering Club<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzTxjXYtLpsEHAp4xP6CAbQrEvE1lJ45gCuyPdswBMSm8vaBOmVpGr0hSVM5MT1Sv56Cdk_27sTh8uKiTzsaa2QedFJai-R8qay62CaUnCYl8vS6LL3avI0-jcv1RH7KryqcbV/s1600-h/SPM_A0270.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzTxjXYtLpsEHAp4xP6CAbQrEvE1lJ45gCuyPdswBMSm8vaBOmVpGr0hSVM5MT1Sv56Cdk_27sTh8uKiTzsaa2QedFJai-R8qay62CaUnCYl8vS6LL3avI0-jcv1RH7KryqcbV/s320/SPM_A0270.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392758562498133618" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Stacking up the barangay hall<br /></div><br />seeing this... I personally got disappointed, and felt that I wasted my time... If i wanted to help out... I should have just gone around UST campus where there was actual flood... *I kept quiet* and kept these nagging thoughts to myself... I thought I was the only one who was feeling this way... my friend Ethyl questioned the kagawads... but to our dismay... they said they were just following orders. together with the rep. from abs, we took a look of the barangay hall... gawd! asenso! may aircon! haha.... *just really really hope this will be reported back to persons concerned*<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXlwo-Mo9rkOr9iGtN3uoTHRt3HzxUCLT-M9LUT3sBZ3Np8W3szKC9lElIQElAAfyJtltt-60E9ncuoO8OImL192nLWZ_kXr_0hsYQiWvuHs24FVsB8lDQ3ANKSo3J_iofGv7X/s1600-h/SPM_A0265.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXlwo-Mo9rkOr9iGtN3uoTHRt3HzxUCLT-M9LUT3sBZ3Np8W3szKC9lElIQElAAfyJtltt-60E9ncuoO8OImL192nLWZ_kXr_0hsYQiWvuHs24FVsB8lDQ3ANKSo3J_iofGv7X/s320/SPM_A0265.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392758661853788178" border="0" /></a><br />ANYWAY... beiang with people who almost have the same goal as mine (btw that's helping out Typhoon Ondoy victims)... I felt good... at least good enough in spite what had happened...honey Ühttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906575991365875423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573572.post-24770626752962795612009-09-25T10:54:00.002+08:002009-12-18T19:13:13.976+08:00<div style="text-align: center;" class="note_header"><div class="note_title_share clearfix"><div class="note_title"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=104822941245&1&index=2">A Poem for Melissa.</a></div> </div><div class="byline"> Saturday, June 27, 2009 at 2:59pm<br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Melissa Roxas<br />June 24, 2009<br />By Jean Teodoro<br /><br /><br />A person can expose their true self<br />by showing what they do when facing death<br />you showed us who you were<br />when you prepared for your end<br /><br />But what you didn’t prepare for was to let go<br />you didn’t let go of your integrity and self-determination<br />not even when fifteen minions dragged you from your will<br />with your hands on cuffs<br />and their hands on your neck<br /><br />You ceaselessly yelled your name<br />holding on to the only thing they could not take away<br />your soul, your spirit<br /><br />No punch, no gun, no word, no force<br />could keep you from yourself<br />not even in nakedness inside an evil dark cell of a women’s barrack<br />not even in the black heart of the empire you were confined in<br /><br />Because inside, you discovered that you carry a light<br />a light that remembers infants with hands the size of a thumbnail<br />a light that knows their conditions are deeper<br />than typhoid fever, cholera or malaria<br />it’s being born into poverty and oppression<br /><br />A light that understands the need for a powerful hand<br />one that will usher this light and share it to the people<br />so that the children of our future will bear hands stronger than ours<br /><br />You refused to betray this light and you brought it to us<br />while this empire has spent billions and billions to turn you off<br />to keep most people from knowing or even caring<br />and keeping many to cower, hide and fall behind<br /><br />This light would be the force that pushes this movement<br />for genuine freedom, just peace and true democracy<br /><br />You won an incredible battle to bring it here<br />even with the cost of your life<br />but winning the war needs everyone to carry this light as you did<br /><br />Beautiful sister, how do you keep glowing?<br />when you were drugged to your slumber<br />to wake up blindfolded in absolute darkness<br />with no sense of time or place<br />as sentient eyes dwell in the night, watching you<br />how did you sense hope?<br />and continue to draw strength from it?<br /><br />I wonder if I can carry this light like you<br />would I have done the same if I was taken into oblivion?<br />would the rest of us have?<br />will the rest of us do what it takes,<br />even if it means being where you went?<br />even worse, involving the people we love?<br /><br />How much do we truly value freedom peace and democracy<br />over our individual selves?<br />how strong can we remain when we’re brought down<br />to levels we’ve never imagined?<br />how long can we keep ourselves from madness and corruption?<br /><br />I wouldn’t know, not even about myself<br />I want to tell you I will fight like you<br />but who else is best to tell but my actions?<br /><br />Your story will carry this struggle<br />It deserves countless poems and words<br />it deserves to ring in everyone’s thoughts<br />to empower those who believe<br />and to haunt those who want you dead<br /><br />I will not make a promise<br />promises are more room for lies<br />but I will let you know, as I’ve shown before<br />that I haven’t dodged this struggle<br /><br />And that I’m willing to be tested<br />so that one day I may know if I can fight like you<br /><br />Because your story is nothing but a story<br />unless we keep it in our hearts<br />behind every action.<br /><br />Love.<br /></div><br /><br />-----<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"> Melissa Roxas is a Filipina-American human rights activist who is a college graduate from the University of California, San Diego. She was on an exposure trip to the Philippines, providing medical aid to local children in need in Tarlac, Luzon. On May 19 2009, she was kidnapped, tortured and interrogated by the Philippine military. She refused to give any further information about herself except for her name. After five days, she was released by the Philippine military as they discovered that she is a US citizen. The Philippine military knew that there would be a huge outrage if she was killed, as different family members and organizations were searching for Melissa's whereabouts and refused to be subtle about it.<br /><br />Melissa is currently recovering from the incident. She is being supported by many community members and human rights organizations as she pushes to spread the word about political killings and disappearances in the Philippines.<br /><br />It is no secret that the Philippine government has been eliminating all threats to their operations to control the wealth of the country; even people who are simply serving the citizens with health care and resources because this exposes the government. They have been executing human rights activists, writers, community and religious leaders who choose to raise awareness about them. It gets deeper. The US government is a huge sponsor of the Philippine government. It's not hard to see that the US government is funding the Philippine government because they want to continue their occupation in the Philippines.<br /><br />The question to ask every reader is, "how much does this reality matter to you?" Should one care, even if this situation does not directly affect him or her? As a US citizen, does it matter much to you if your government taxes are funding another government that is ordered to kill? Should one believe in global reciprocity and our responsibility to each other as humans? Or is this too much for us, as we are needed to stay busy fending for ourselves? Is being informed enough? Are we informed enough? What can a person do? Can our actions really make a difference? Is Melissa just another name whose truth is for us to accept as simply a part of a design? Or is she finally a wake up call for us to realize, "hey, this shit is fucked up!"<br /></div><br /><br /><br />For more info, check out this video.<br /><a href="http://vimeo.com/5446595" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," target="_blank" rel="nofollow">http://vimeo.com/5446595</a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;" class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=30662949&op=1&view=all&subj=104822941245&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=104822941245&id=1127462169"><img style="width: 175px; height: 232px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs280.snc1/10718_1210897749068_1127462169_30662949_4653097_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div></div>honey Ühttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906575991365875423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573572.post-70357629517072601562009-09-08T11:43:00.005+08:002009-12-18T19:10:21.229+08:00Reasons Why I think I was raised well enough by my dade:<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><title></title><meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0 (Win32)"><style type="text/css"> <!-- @page { margin: 2cm } P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } --> </style> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Dad taught me how to shoot. From Air Gun, to a riffle, and pistol. It was in the family to be passionate about guns... (=</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Dad taught me nasty stuffs that ladies like me have, or could not imagine doing. Like:</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">a. kill a bird and or rats by shooing it.</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">b. strangling mouses on the sticky mouse trap</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Dad taught me the basics when inside the bathroom</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">a. clean behind the ears</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">b. scrub the body with towel</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">c. use bath comb when shampooing and rinsing hair</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">d. recycle bath water to use for flushing</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">e. wash undies after taking a bath</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">f. how to propertly wash hands. The o.r. Doctor way</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">g. to ALWAYS squeeze the toothpaste tube by the rear end. </span> </p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">h. ALWAYS think of the next person who'll use the bathroom... replace water in the timba or drum.</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Dad taught me the importance of having good and complete set of teeth. (At my dad's age of 62, he still have comple set of teeth.)</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Dad taught me that no matter how computerize or hi – tech the world can get... reading the book IS still the best way to go.</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Dad taught me that effective communication thru proper questioning and note taking, while on email,personal or thru telephone call, is still the best. </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><b>SMS are just there to complement communication not to REPLACE it.</b></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> Having and sending SMS is not a reaon to slack off on communication. </span> </p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Dad taught me to know my limit, accept my limitations and take measured steps at all times. (tho I often times forget this)</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Dad taught me that Jesus Christ is my savior.</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Dad taught me to present my self well, at all times. </span> </p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Dad taught me that being BLIND or having disabilities CAN BE an advantage. (my dad is blind, but it never became an issue to him or anyone who knew him)</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Dad taught me to overcome fear... tho I haven't overcome the fear of sleeping without any lights on. This is ONLY in my room in our old house. HAHA</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Dad taught me to learn how to bend like the bamboos when the wind calls for it.</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Dad taught me to persevere and excel in the things that I get my self into.</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Dad taught me to continue to strive for the very best in everything.</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Dad taught me to not want things that aren't within our means. Dad taught me to live frugally.</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Dad taught me to be trust worthy.</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Dad taught me to value and always have palabra de honor</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Dad taught me to be analytical... tho at times I often find myself to be a katipunera... Sugod ng sugod.</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Dad taught me not to be a burden to any body else. Learn to pick your own self, learn to help others pick themselves.</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Dad taught me important legal actions like:</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">a. Never speak unless your lawyer is with you</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">b. venta con facto </span> </p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">c. pre-nuptial agreement</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">d. Never sign anything that concerns with the Pulis, Army, Work, or anything. This leads to;</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">e. When in doubt ALWAYS consult a lawyer</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Dad taught me to pick my fights. And Dad taught me to start a fire when you have a VALID reason</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Dad taught me to understand and adapt to whatever situation that I am in.</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">and the most important thing that Dad taught me... was Dad taught me to be myself. Being a bastard does not define who you are or who you'll be.</span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">There are sooo many things that taught me... it's just sad that I forget the wisdom dad has shared with me sometimes, but </span> </p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b>I love my dad. I am lucky to be his daughter. </b></span> </p> honey Ühttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906575991365875423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573572.post-13287398081239344582009-08-25T15:18:00.001+08:002009-08-25T15:21:37.373+08:00I WISH YOU ENOUGH<div style="text-align: center;"><br />I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.<br /><br />I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.<br /><br />I wish you enough happiness to keep your spiritalive and everlasting.<br /><br />I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.<br /><br />I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.<br /><br />I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.<br /><br />I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.<br /><br /><br />To all my friends... I WISH YOU ENOUGH...and please TAKE TIME TO LIVE..... </div>honey Ühttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906575991365875423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573572.post-5896041214064328142009-08-03T14:34:00.003+08:002009-08-04T14:13:06.581+08:00United FilipinosAugust 1, 2009 - Former President Corazon C. Aquino lost her battle to cancer of the colon @ 76<br />August 1, 2009 - 10 hours @ Taguig for Family Viewing<br />August 1-2, 2009 - Former PCCA's body in La Salle GreenHills for public viewing<br />August 3, 2009 - Motorcade from Greenhills to Manila Cathedral...<br /><br />As we were waiting for the Former PCCA's motorcade at the 32nd floor of Philam Life Tower, people gathered along Makati Ave. and around Paseo De Roxas where Ninoy Aquino's Statue was... there were yellow confetti's, and in the background, songs of makabayan theme were played.<br /><br />People were patiently waiting and eager to see the Former PCCA, MOTHER OF PHILIPPINE DEMOCRACY, an exceptional example of Women Empowerment, a mother, a fighter and a FILIPINO woman.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwxfoJnh5hgIhyphenhyphenV3dNf3VFpB934HfM7p6wj1UGruqCBhY5r6aNvySGgP8XWjUhd7Y1UcFkLwYNjksqFeWm4L920nIWaWXF8yCHCHRYOlBRRCCRwaeKTfu029yztyOdeS964uHT/s1600-h/(e)SP_A0305.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 404px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwxfoJnh5hgIhyphenhyphenV3dNf3VFpB934HfM7p6wj1UGruqCBhY5r6aNvySGgP8XWjUhd7Y1UcFkLwYNjksqFeWm4L920nIWaWXF8yCHCHRYOlBRRCCRwaeKTfu029yztyOdeS964uHT/s320/(e)SP_A0305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365614490886694274" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">yellow ribbon hanging from tower 1 Philippine Stock Exchange<br />they also showered yellow confetti's making if look and feel like the First Edza Revolution<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6vGM0-d6BufT1EV7gIC4ZlLCrpKLfNWDSD4laM9mOEwlwY0HjxBOzLloWPprHChJIw-WuimY_HlAsdOW3ONVKrEaEGqOHWCL3I83m6h-7uOsFhU2KsGP-ioKFudavTDT4kAdt/s1600-h/SP_A0313.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 404px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6vGM0-d6BufT1EV7gIC4ZlLCrpKLfNWDSD4laM9mOEwlwY0HjxBOzLloWPprHChJIw-WuimY_HlAsdOW3ONVKrEaEGqOHWCL3I83m6h-7uOsFhU2KsGP-ioKFudavTDT4kAdt/s320/SP_A0313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365618505023440146" border="0" /></a><br />a view from the 32nd floor of Philam Life Tower.<br />This is what you call... "Di mahulugang karayom"<br />because of the many Filipinos gathered to give their respects to the Former PCCA<br />2 shuttles followed the vehicle where the remains of the Former President.<br />Believed to carry the Cojuanco and Aquino clan.<br />Followed by 4 to 5 Victory Liner Bus, believe to carry those from Tarlac.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm0qlnLV5sapjkzkVaCApLLDKn4IZs4D5nsmD4MMDfN-z4ssbz517ubQUa6LxP2ngsGzL5EP8RwAt7g1Un3qs-godha0oa79cB5PlEnDsuQgOXjEYYW6quFgH1WD9-yBOV7Le-/s1600-h/SP_A0311.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 415px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm0qlnLV5sapjkzkVaCApLLDKn4IZs4D5nsmD4MMDfN-z4ssbz517ubQUa6LxP2ngsGzL5EP8RwAt7g1Un3qs-godha0oa79cB5PlEnDsuQgOXjEYYW6quFgH1WD9-yBOV7Le-/s320/SP_A0311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365619064377986530" border="0" /></a><br />The vehicle that was carrying the casket of Former PCCA was adorened with Yellow Flowers...<br />Stargazer specifically...<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">You can feel the warm reception... and you can feel the respect and love of the Filipino people for the former president. Even the weather cooperated, and it was not that sunny nor it did not rain. The weather was perfect for the celebration of Former PCCA's life and death.<br /><br /><br />It was something worth celebrating for... even if it was the death of the "Inang Bayan" people remembered what it was like during the First Edza Revolution, and with that, Filipino's were left with HOPE that there will be a better tomorrow...<br /><br /></div><br /><br />I an very glad to have been part of such event...<br /><br /></div>honey Ühttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906575991365875423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573572.post-66152639019036409222009-07-30T15:29:00.003+08:002009-07-30T17:09:18.691+08:00Getting my life back pound per pound at a time...I know it's such a bore to read about the life and love life of a person. But I wanted to share some things. Some things that might help people. Please be patient, I am really not a good writer, I usually miss spell words and my grammar might get off track from time to time, but just bare with me... you'll get something out of this... may it be negative... or positive. I do hope it's the positivity of this writing that you would remember, despite the negativity of it. (huh?) just read on...<br /><br />I use to think that I had it all going... I came from a middle class family who has given not just what I needed but also what I have selfishly asked for. But don't get me wrong, tho, I got every little thing I have whined about, I never was a brat. The reason I got what I wanted, was because I had Aunties and Uncles who treated me like their little princess. But my dad, being an upright man that he is, he was the one who balanced and corrected my attitude. To the point of acting differently when I am with my dad and with my Aunties and Uncles.<br /><br />I had the nothing but the best clothes, toys, hobbies like target shooting and hunting, trips, summer classes, ballet school and performances at PICC and the Meralco Theater, education and whatever things that a little girl ever dreamed of. At least that's what I thought, and at least I thought these things would help me to become a better person.<br /><br />When I was in college, I met a boy, that forever changed who I am, who I thought I was, and one of the reason why I am who I am today. I have met alot of diffrent guys, dated some, and loathed some. But this particular boy was diffrent from all he guys that I have met. I did not know whether to loath him or like him. At first I loathed him so much that I didn't want anything that has to do with him... But in the end I lost and he has won my heart.<br /><br />We started as friends. We confided to each other. We have shared our happiness, and dramas in life. He was the first guy who connected with my weirdness, and defied me with the ideals that I have learned in life. He spoke to me like he trusted me with his life, and I also begun to trust him with my life. With this, without knowing, I had developed a stronger feeling towards him. I hesitantly told my self that I was falling for this guy.<br /><br /><br />Now I know that. YES it is true, like what Paolo Chelo wrote,only LOVE can change a person.<br /><br />I have given my all,and defied my dad and family, who has always been nothing but good to me. Argued with friends who felt and knew that I was getting into deep shit. But what I did, I let my self fell so hard, that now, as I am typing this and crying at the same time, I wish I could have just listened to all of them. YES... you can say I am regretting it all. But there are things in life that you should not...<br /><br />I have lost everything... even my weight. From 95 lbs, over 2 years, my weight went down to 86 lbs. I looked like a sick old maid. I have forgotten to take good care of myself... at one point, I looked like an old maid... because I have given him everything... and left nothing for my self... Yes, I am correlating my weight loss to my love life and life experiences. (=<br /><br />what I am trying to say is... when you love... there will be tendencies that you'll forget everything and everyone.. you feel like everyone disappears and only the 2 of you remain... this is not bad at all... BUT always try to remember tho how much cliche it is... to save a little love for your self... because you'll never know what will happen... people change... whether you like it or not... but what is important, is that you know who you truly are with or without the person you love.<br /><br />so here's now what i will do... i'll bring back my weight like before... like I'll bring back the old honey... I will take care of my self... the way I take care of my BB... I will continue to be happy... with or with out my BB... Anyway, Happiness can only be found in one's self... NOT in money, beauty, and other people...<br /><br />Getting my weight back to 95<br /><br />July 30, 2009 actual weight: 42 kilos 92 lbs.<br /><br />Height: 4' 11"<br /><br />Ideal Weight for Height: 44.88 kilos / 45 kg - 98.73 ibs / 99 lbs<br /><br />Ideal Weight Range for Height: 89 lbs - 109 lbs<br /><br />Target Weight: 95 lbs<br /><br />Weight to gain: 3 lbs<br /><br />so let's see... how i will gain this 3 lbs...honey Ühttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906575991365875423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573572.post-43100149614454452742009-07-28T10:40:00.004+08:002009-07-28T15:59:00.940+08:00To LOVE or to LOATHE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF3kwl0N7Dxrz8sXsXL_GVwiYb-zfXg5Epzkg39io9lXdkS_sWCZgpfJc83fk71LsAYDuh10vfIJsi6b5Gf5mfsfqOFaSVBLBuue2YDH20JbNu64JXaGtYlDRoKvJF4PLGrGTD/s1600-h/gqzBXWBcIpacgpkg1ULJdDBOo1_500.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF3kwl0N7Dxrz8sXsXL_GVwiYb-zfXg5Epzkg39io9lXdkS_sWCZgpfJc83fk71LsAYDuh10vfIJsi6b5Gf5mfsfqOFaSVBLBuue2YDH20JbNu64JXaGtYlDRoKvJF4PLGrGTD/s320/gqzBXWBcIpacgpkg1ULJdDBOo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363336213772316050" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">“She thought suddenly that she was wrong about his lack of emotion: the hidden undertone of his manner was enjoyment.<br />She realized that she had always felt a sense of light-hearted relaxation in his presence and known that he shared it. <br />He was the only man she knew to whom she could speak without strain or effort. This, she thought, was a mind she respected an adversary worth matching.<br />Yet there had always been an odd sense of distance between them, the sense of a closed door; there was in impersonal quality in his manner, something within him that could not be reached.” - Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged<br /><br />would you love the one person you loathe?<br />or would you loathe the one person you love?<br /></div>honey Ühttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906575991365875423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573572.post-92204848131555593672009-07-27T12:06:00.002+08:002009-07-27T13:55:06.761+08:00Spirit of the StairwayI have yet again experienced that "spirit of the Stairway" french phrase... In French: esprit d’Escalier...you know the thing that happens to you when ...that moment when you find the answer but it’s too late. This happened to me over the weekend. and one of the reasons why I so freaking got angry!<br /><br /> So you’re at a party and someone insults you. You have to say something. So, under pressure, with everybody watching, you say something lame. But the moment you leave the party…As you start down the stairway, then - magic. You come up with the perfect thing you should’ve said. The perfect crippling put down. That’s the Spirit of the Stairway. The trouble is, even the French don’t have a phrase for the stupid things you actually do say under pressure. Those stupid, desperate things you actually think or do.”<br /><br />It's like i always mentally pass out when i get into a fight. i can't find the right words to express how i truly feel... i just blurt out whatever stupid thing that crossed my freaking brain... it's like i always get into fights, but i never learned how to win it...<br /><br />seriously, it is becoming stupidly boring to always get into fights with the wrong subject, wrong place and time, and always loose it. i wanna learn how to fight ice with ice, fire with fire... not the other way around.honey Ühttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906575991365875423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573572.post-4534990186399649602009-07-27T11:53:00.002+08:002009-07-27T12:02:06.561+08:00Don't be a Hero, Hero's DIE...i have heard this phrase from my boss during Sun-Phil's team building. To be honest, it was the first time I have heard of it. (= that is why it has struck me so immensely.<br /><br />in his speech he reiterated to us that, in the challenges that life brings you, you won't be able to win them all... you just have to accept the fact that, as humans you have limitations... BUT you always have your forte in some things... take note of SOME... NOT all things (=<br /><br />may it be work... love, or life in general... we have our limitations, so always remember, DON'T BE A HERO...<br /><br />Well, This pertains to why I got so angry and hated so much over the weekend... I DID everything in my power to help out... BUT my efforts were just unappreciated. Thanks to B... but now all is well... I hope so...honey Ühttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906575991365875423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573572.post-10130800233060417212009-07-24T17:49:00.003+08:002009-07-24T17:52:02.970+08:00blast from the past! i ♥ this!!!! ☺ ☻ ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠ üwheeeeeeeeee! got my blog back! (= i was talking about in on twitter yesterday... more of wishing... then fast forward now... i saw my old blog!... will be soon be updating here! it's still a mess right now but it's a good start! (= gotta go!honey Ühttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906575991365875423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573572.post-1145185630298766002006-04-16T19:07:00.001+08:002009-07-27T11:42:39.828+08:00BOLINAO... my BORACAY away from BORACAY<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/7222/640/BOLINAO0026%20copy.jpg"><img style="border: 4px solid rgb(0, 102, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/7222/320/BOLINAO0026%20copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />What a lovely sight to see... so pure so sunny and all soo naturale!<br />i love this view of the Bolinao beach<br /></div>honey Ühttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906575991365875423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573572.post-1145185199674302982006-04-16T18:59:00.001+08:002009-07-27T11:53:50.191+08:00my first ever havies...<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/7222/640/BOLINAO0029.jpg"><img style="border: 4px solid rgb(0, 102, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/7222/320/BOLINAO0029.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My First ever flip flops from Havaianas...<br />A gift from my beloved Tito Bet +<br />I remember, even before the Havaianas went BIG in the Philippines, I already signed up in Rustans Makati in their waiting list. And it's SO worth the wait! I love this flip flop dearly. It went with me everywhere I go... and it even went to Boracay with out me. HAHA! (=<br /> i ♥ this!!!!<br /></div>honey Ühttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906575991365875423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573572.post-1135262419666062402005-12-22T22:31:00.000+08:002005-12-22T23:08:56.116+08:00My gratitude list for year 2005As I take the moment to unpack the year that was, I find these precious souvenirs:<br /><br />1. Things I tasted, looked at, smelled, heard, and touched:<br />For the first time ever, I ate at the hospital canteen!!! (1st day duty in veterans 12/12/05), la coste pink, bath and body cotton hand wash and cologne, pinoy music appreciation is back in my vocabulary : )<br /><br />2. Experiences I will cherish:<br />Spending a day in manila zoo with the ust adopted community kids for UST-UNICEF, and being their ate for a day. The AIESEC XPERIENCE in Subic. The retreat in Caleruega Batangas…and that breathtaking view that made me feel that I was not and never was alone. Night outs with my best friend 3x. Practicum (and it’s still on going…) food service in ihaw1 and albergus…kakapagod sobra! Pero enjoy xa. Hospital practicum…veterans… (I think it’s a sign form God that, I really should take up geriatrics after college) and up next…the community practicum…alaminos, Laguna! (For a month, i’ll be living with my blockmates…pinoy-ust big brother bang version ito?!?)<br /><br />3. Life lessons I need to learn:<br />To Take my time… not to rush…and just hush…once in a while<br /><br />4<same>. This belief I outgrew:<br />that if you give everything…time, love, affection, care, concern, all that mushy eeeky things… a lady’s man will and can change. But NO… once a babaero…always will be a babaero for life. *ahem* CHALLENGE: to every self confessed, or unaware, or just plainly pasaway babaeros out there: patunayan nyo na mali ako at pwede mabago yan. coz I lost hope na… *ahem* ku…ya …da..de..at kala mo nka ligtas ka… IKAW din noh!*winkZ*<br /><br />5. This conviction I lived by:<br />I’ll be who I want to be…and no one can stop me! You can TRY… and that’s all you have…<br /><br />6. These risk I took:<br />…still…BATTLE SCARS...Giving so called “love” a chance…still the same… but am happy : )<br /><br />7. These sufferings strengthened me:<br />Overspending and being broke… to being sobra kuripot then over splurge… ewan ko…buti na lang wala akong card! Buti na lang<br /><br />8. What influenced me most:<br />Mi PAPA’<br /><br />9. What I regret:<br />Being impatient… and I should have just felt his heartbeat than looking straight into his eyes that night… he was a liar… a damn good liar. He STILL IS a liar… a very good liar…<br /><br />10. The persons who meant so much to me:<br />EVERYONE…from the ones who thought that they made my life a living hell… kala nyo you’ve succeeded? NO… thank you pa coz you’ve even made me STRONGER! All I can say is…what comes around goes around… what comes up must go down… haha… then of course, my family, dade specially, my real friends (you know who you are) and my Lord and my God…<br /><br />11. My unfulfilled desires:<br />Before graduation, I must go to Thailand, after graduation, I’ll go to Hong Kong, after reviewing for the board examsq and after passing the board, I’ll go to Korea, Japan, and to Berlin for the love parade. then …still…I want to go bungee jumping, trek the crater of mt. Pinatubo, go to bora with friends ONLY, go to paris (hoy von! Bago matapos ang 1st year ng work ha???!!!), go to spain (ms. paula gonzales, my dearfriend… is your offer still good? *winkZ*)…buy an ipod, WORLD PEACE! - Tschüs! Adios! Año 2005!honey Ühttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906575991365875423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573572.post-1134226768949460822005-12-10T22:33:00.000+08:002005-12-10T22:59:28.970+08:00What I've been doing for the past months...<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>DEC. 05 :HOLLYDAZE…</strong><br /></span><br />… am starting to like someone… : ) *teehee*<br /><br />and been over partying…(is there such a thing?) Hehe… it all started with the crazy text from my besy 3xc, she was inviting me to watch cueshe’ (sp?) in metro bar that was Thursday nov. 30. when I got there…saw the poster of hale and sugarfree gig on dec. 1, Friday… I was dieing to go. Hale and sugarfree in one gig???? <strong>HALE YAH! SUWEEEET!</strong> So I went there with Dave (thankx Dude!!!!!). By Saturday, my tita wanted to go to metro bar… so…3 days straight… plus the make up for my lates in my food service practicum… buti buhay pa ko ngayon!<br /><br />Then yesterday dec. 9… 3xc, archie (hubby ni 3xc) paolo, cat and me went to bluewave macapagal and cat’s sister followed also. And we partied the night away with southboarder! Jay was really nice! ; ) thank you!... anyways… tom. Dec 12, DOOMS DAY! It’s the start of my practicum in Veterans… huhu…takot tlga ko sa hospital!...huhu…<br />wish me luck!<br /><br /><span style="color:#663366;"><strong><span style="color:#330099;">NOV. 05</span></strong> </span><br /><br />… loosing grip of someone… : (<br /><br />Practicum months are here…fist stop…ihaw1 At philcoa… at fists, really…to be honest… I HATED the thought of me being in ihaw1. hello??? Ano ang ihaw1?... well, I totally regret for saying that… it’s a lapse in my judgment. For the fist 2 weeks there… I’ve learned how to work the cash register, chop onions endlessly, pack veggies and pork sisig endlessly,… and to simply just knowing how to deal with a handful of different personalities. There are the cute-astig-friendly-to-reklamadors-impatient-bitches customers. Then just simply getting to know 4 good people from my section the other section was even a triumph for me.<br /><br />Then… for the 3rd week for the food service practicum… my golly!!!! Albergus… a subjugation…I hate how people treat one another there… or maybe it’s just that, I still need more time to understand, investigate even how things work there…again…another lapse in my judgment. But I guess the “system” works for them….25 yrs. Na sila. But don’t get me wrong… I met 2 wonderful persons there that I just adore! Lola Pinay…who travel across Europe with her barkada! WOW! And Lola Bawang…(hehe) 2 legends in Albergus that has witness how the establishment started and grew.<br /><br />Hospital… coming up!... I hear Veterans is one FEAKY and eerie place…hehe (here we go again…. Haha!)<br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Experience THE AIESEC <span style="color:#000099;">XPERIENCE</span>…</span></strong><br /><br />Met a lot of people from different schools… form the NLDS_AIESEC in subic. We became people who work hard and party HARDER! : )<br />Wishing I could go to the NATCON this dec.<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">On being ALL ALONE…</span><br /></strong><br />We had to go to school to get all the things needed for our practicum…clearance, recommendation…and other stuff… I went to school alone…left school still alone. Well, in my group…we usually wait around for each other… even if one is always late… *ahem* waiting and being there for each other comes naturalLY in the group. But this particular day… everyone was so busy going around, panicking, being hot headed all of a sudden *ahem* then being and feeling alone and left out *ahem* well, suddenly this creepy feeling just ate all my confidence out…and I (of all people) gone wild and started to feel this way…ALONE. Felt that, our group no longer feels the same way towards each other…that nagkalimutan na at nagkaiwanan na… yes they were busy with their own stuff... not just stuff…but with their future....practicum yun noh… I felt that there was no waiting anymore… no backing up for each other anymore… that my expectations for my friends was not met. That they left me hanging… even in the ride going to my aunt’s place… I rode in the middle then we were nearing SM manila and the passenger on my left side got off… so as the passenger on my other side… so I was the only one who was still in the middle. I was stuck in the middle (literally tho in a different meaning)… then it hit me… I was stuck in the old days where my life became so routinized sa mga nakaugalian na. na kung saan comportable ako. Then I realized… (finally) I was being selfish… being immature…being palaasa… plainly being stuck in the past, and won’t let in new experiences, experiences good or bad that will mold me as a person. Now, I find solace being alone. I find happiness and satisfaction when I accomplish things all by myself. The formula is: to just balance it. ALONE = with OTHERS. After all… no man is an island. I maybe alone now but never will be alone… my friends will always be there for me. Their thoughts, encouragements, cheers and all the memories from the past and still to come…they’re there for me, like I am there for them. <strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">WE CHANGE A LOT BUT STILL THE SAME…I KNOW WE ARE COOL<br /></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>OCT 05 : </strong> </span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">THESIS THERE… THESIS HERE… THESIS EVERYWHERE!</span></strong><br /><br />We finally finished our thesis…our work of love and labor! thank GOD! We presented it before our dear prof. Fe. San (the mother at diyosa ng nutrisyon!) and our panelist.. our blockmates. : ) WE DID GREAT! I can say that we totally experienced how to make a real thesis! A very good one, might I add. Again… In this journey, we met loads of people who were so kind enough to help, guide, mag asikaso, at manlibre sa amin ; ) people who will forever change our lives! THANKX GUYS!<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">FINALS… OKTOBER TEST!</span><br /><br /></strong><br />My golly… remembering how our finals just passed us by…well ok …passed me by…oh how time flies.... and that one particular test that I TOTALLY HATED!... the one that was right before nutdis…the prof. moved the schedule to an earlier time pa! how insensitive can she get! Well am glad that over.<br /><br /><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>JULY - SEP. 05</strong><br /></span><br />Still working on our thesis and feasibility study.<br /><br />Wedding of my best friend TRIXIE…. Hands up…. They wanted to go on with it… hope it really last forever… : ) I wish them all the very best! I can see naman that they REALLY wanted to be together…and no one will stop them from being MR. and MRS. MOLINOS. Kudos To the newly weds! : )<br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">JUNE 05</span></strong><br /><br />The study team went for the 3rd time to Baguio. AGAIN??? you say… yeah we did! Hell yah! Now Baguio is just like an extension of our school…home…<br />Shoy and me will forever remember that one nakakainis at nakakabwisit an bus company! Don’t get me started how we were able to manage to go to Baguio. Well, thankfully, by the time we crossed the boundaries of the town before Baguio proper, we were able to sit our selves properly…then boom! in five mins time… we were in Baguio already… then again…how time flies!<br />Spending a time with shoy in that bus, in that embarrassing moment was really something! Now… I can say that…<strong>WE ARE CERTAINLY CERTIFIED TRAVELERS!</strong> No obstacle can stop us from reaching our destination! Kudos to my partner in crime…SHOY! : )<br /><br />We tried our best to get every detail, information, and kung anu-ano pa for the completion of our thesis… we worked our asses off… but still we enjoyed our “work-post vacation break” : )<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">MAY 05<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#666600;">THESIS APPROVED!</span></strong><br /><br />We were allowed by Lieutenant Bonifacio Agas to conduct our expose’… I mean… our thesis… our title…<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">PHILIPPINE MILITARY ACADEMY FEMALE CADAETS’ MEAL:</span></strong><br />NUTRITIONAL ADEQUACY OF SELECTED 20-25 YEARS OLD PMA CADET’S MEAL FROM APRIL TO SEPTEMBER 2005honey Ühttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906575991365875423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573572.post-1127570259992329632005-09-24T19:54:00.000+08:002005-09-24T21:57:40.016+08:00the deal with platonic relationships...it's been awhile since my last post... tinambakan ba daw kami ng thesis...feasib., case studies, at kung ano ano pang studies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hehe pero enjoy...kahit WALA pa ako nasisimulan. hahaha<br /><br />Von emailed this to me... makes sense...so i posted it here... true! that <strong>platonic relationships aren't complicated... </strong>TAU LANG ANG NG PAPAKUMPLIKA...hehe (o ako lang?...hmmm) wahahaha<br /><br />Things learned from intergender friendships (General Advice Article) THE PREMISE of this article lies on theprinciple that sometimes, loving a person doesn't mean it has to be romantic and loving a personfor the rest of your life doesn't mean you have to end up marrying them. Can a man and a womanjust be friends? I'd say yes and they should be. Hindi dahil kinaibigan ka, liligawan ka na. Notevery guy who befriends you has an ulterior motive. Get over yourself. Don't flatteryourself. There is a reason why he befriended you, but don't automatically assume that it's because he wants to be your so-called boyfriend. Ifthis will be the principle you'll follow every timesomeone asks you to be his friend, you're gonna miss a great deal from the friendship. Hindi dahil mabait sa iyo, nililigawan ka na.There are people who are natural ly sweet and kind. There are people who are innately goodand no matter how wicked you seem, they just find it so easy to be kind to you. It doesn't meanhe is courting you. Don't put yourself through unnecessary stress trying to figure out if he'scourting you or not. Because I think if he is, you won't have to guess, you'll know and you'll be very certain about it. Hindi dahil he talks to you a lot, he loves youna. You don't befriend a person if you absolutely abhor him, right? Chances are you make sensewhen he talks to you, or you're probably verypatient listening to him. The two of youprobably connect on some level but why does it always have to be assumed to be romantic? Being twointelligent, mature human beings, you need to accept that it's nice to share a cup of coffeeover a stimulating conversation, and that you don't have to automatically put romantic connotationto it. Relieve yourself of the pressure. It's just coffee and a shared interest. Hindi dahil cute ang friend mo, crush/love mona siya. This is the most amusing thing that hit me lately. People always assume that becauseyour friend is cute or should I say, hot (because cute is a word you describe your high schoolcrush while hot is a word you use to describe a hunk), "lakas amats mo na for repapips!" Let me just say this, at least from my own personal experience, I'm just nearsighted, I haven't gone blind. I can still appreciate God'screation! However, there will always be weird things,crazy things, stupid things that will keep you, believe me, from having a crush on him. First of all,you'd know his history with women, enough to judge what's good for you. Second, don't you justhate it when a guy who's absolutely always put together, who looks intelligent enoughpronounces the word country as "kawntri" and the word mango as "meynggo." Call me crazy for judginga person just because he can't pronounce these words right. I admit, I'm crazy. Hindi dahil you hang out with each other mostof the time, you'd end up being boyfriend- girlfriend. Self-explanatory... There are athousand, no million different reasons why things don't always turn out that way. There is no oneproven formula. For all we know, the reason why he likes hanging out with you is because he likesgetting kikaytips from you. He probably plans on being kikay himself and he needs a mentor. A dinner with a guy friend does not necessarilymean equateto a date. Especially if you're paying for your share no. Hello? Three thingsto consider:> the place, the topic and how the two of you actually planned to meet. First, how it wasplanned? If it were a date expect that he would ask you out at least three days before the actualdate to giveyou some lead time, to give you the notion that you are not just a filler on hisschedule. Second, the place, if it were a real date, the both of you would want real food and a placewhere you could really talk things through. Don't go out with a guy to a movie on Friday night ifyou're really serious about him. Going to a movie is more like treating him like a "filler" justbecause you had nothing to do on a Friday nightso you might as well go out. Topic. Ha! You wouldn'tbe talkingabout chikang artista, chikang opisina or argue if the one girl's boobs are real or not.You wouldbe probably talking about sensible, quitepersonal stuff. I therefore conclude that platonicrelationships are never complicated; people just have tendencies to complicate themhoney Ühttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02906575991365875423noreply@blogger.com0