tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48845971872790533382024-02-06T21:05:28.070-08:00my retarded paradiseboredom buster!!gHeRahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11592453465637967489noreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884597187279053338.post-67710937926069227692011-06-20T00:41:00.000-07:002011-06-20T02:34:41.781-07:00HOW IS MISS WORKING<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq5SSWtsX-1SWdWs9KTztuIk7JQKXliGXdBudFw7AkKd6Gu1DgAbkSLKUuJf_9FxwVf1eIOr440m74pbH0rdIpBSQAVorwwePghcixBXC4WziEqeg9VonSzwcUWSgMYR4AP-ynFsX5b5CQ/s1600/DSC_0833.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq5SSWtsX-1SWdWs9KTztuIk7JQKXliGXdBudFw7AkKd6Gu1DgAbkSLKUuJf_9FxwVf1eIOr440m74pbH0rdIpBSQAVorwwePghcixBXC4WziEqeg9VonSzwcUWSgMYR4AP-ynFsX5b5CQ/s320/DSC_0833.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620204478775742290" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>fun fun at work.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Can't believe how come I was able to stumble upon my site after so long. A friend just reminded me about blogging so why not update my blog site though it's gonna be difficult since many things happened which all driven me insane. Actually, not much maybe it all given me headache and some unnecessary sickness.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well let's start from the time I received the worst news anyone could possibly imagine. A bit exaggerated but its a big deal when you're an immigrant and staying temporary in a foreign place like here in NZ. I guess you already know what i mean however i can't shout it out loud so the world could see/hear lol. Anyway, it a bit of a struggle as for me knowing how unexpected it could be that stricken me all of a sudden. You don't have any single idea how everyday when i wake up, I felt so hopeless and helpless like the whole world is against me that I never did anything right in my life..such thing sucks. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After all those trials, I can say that the faith is still there and I'm holding onto it till I get to the finish line. I wonder if I let go easily, maybe I ain't writing this entry for sure. Being a bum is not a new story for me as I was a long bum after graduation. It isn't funny stuff coz people do think you're not doing something and they start to criticize you and everything from your superficial to your soul where indeed they don't even know the concept of failing big time consistently.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Until now, my life is still unpredictable..well, who's not..haha. I can't say that I was given a chance for my mighty wish of fortune and luck. Sometimes, I'm getting into my nerves but thanks to the people showing positivity and making me realize HOPE. Aside from that, I realized whose my real friends are. So disappointed with some people who I once thought were very concern and fully-understood my situation..Anyway, i can't please everyone.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Whatever happens, i will never forget those people who shown concern and helped me even with a simple note of "kaya mo yan!" (you can do it).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>gHeRahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11592453465637967489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884597187279053338.post-84909586701810131222011-03-04T04:54:00.000-08:002011-03-04T05:56:13.751-08:006.3 MAGNITUDE EARTHQUAKE IN CHRISTCHURCH<div style="text-align: left;">FEBRUARY 22, 2011</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><div><br /></div><div>A big earthquake struck Christchurch in the wildest devastation no one could ever imagine. It rocked the city just in the middle of the day at 12.51 pm where most of the people were outside the city and inside their respective place of work or study. Unlike last year's earthquake, it had been multiple fatalities making Christchurch the last place to live in. CTV Building was highly affected where 9/11 Filipino Nurses studying English trapped inside. Numerous people, foreigners, young, old and innocent babies suffered in this disaster.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm very thankful because I was in the safe place that time. I'm deep asleep and the shake woke me up. It gives me goosebumps everytime I think of the last time I was in the city which was a day before the quake. Hey, it's like yesterday when I had a coffee with June in the middle of the city where all the buildings surrounding us! Terrifying indeed considering the fact that I usually go to city every after lunch or whenever I feel like going to the library or maybe have a drink of coffee and roam around the city. Unbelievable knowing that Christchurch will never be the same again. Heritage buildings were devastated and even the Cathedral destroyed into undefined broken structure. I feel for the people who lost their lives helplessly.</div><div><br /></div><div>Feeling so helpless is what I felt upon realizing how much damage not only in the properties but mostly to people whose lives were taken away with much suffering.. As for me, I wanted to move out from this place but my mind was shaken with the reality that it isn't easy to rush on things. It can be easy to decide whether to leave or not but the main point is what life's waiting for me if I transferred to a different unfamiliar place. I'm playing stupid if I do so. Glory already moved out from this house with her own personal reasons and flew to Auckland couple of days ago. I'm officially occupying my room alone. New start, new beginning of living on my own. Trying to be brave after all these disasters and dramas along the way. Be strong for yourself, Geralyn. Pray Hard.</div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Photos from the Earthquake's Terrifying Disaster:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO0b-euuTDGkMAJdFRTZQKMJfa03tqyBztmOvlMH5on1Z0PDlFQiJgDuldBO9v-YXMfzx3YC1OoR2v0fgbbbm9Vh-QMMQDhhnRJapLmw0wsuYUuUqvaZqOTvL6MUSpAkGZPgO9wVt7wSWg/s1600/s_n35_00036172.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO0b-euuTDGkMAJdFRTZQKMJfa03tqyBztmOvlMH5on1Z0PDlFQiJgDuldBO9v-YXMfzx3YC1OoR2v0fgbbbm9Vh-QMMQDhhnRJapLmw0wsuYUuUqvaZqOTvL6MUSpAkGZPgO9wVt7wSWg/s320/s_n35_00036172.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580221596398808034" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Cathedral Square</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjho6r-OdJdr33b3KTFOhPbZtrOPHOW7CETjc7ApflnoMk7A9nh2C5pNkPGZZi9QIx2eDoOKFzSc5-_Hi0xnVJTiPh7QQILnuVgCFQeW5gzWRQkV-LDRRyxQQSeVgRqhof2ZTFk11TYqVmP/s1600/s_n51_02231709.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580220015155076290" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhno_VqS1_GdrTEdrFYJNQfrkM91gb_o0EEMPfH1U49DmnHKPQFZ9kwAjSgDec8635vBEink3y1U53gno0G8hxQFA_6I59ebkk_TTAxZy6GTsJb_j5kALwh07DAaZSkJJJu4SZ8GGOKXCs/s320/s_n13_22219008+%25281%2529.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580220022777675074" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">CTV Building</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Source: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "><span style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "><a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/infocus/2011/02/earthquake-in-new-zealand/100013/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; ">http://www.theatlantic.com</a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "><span style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "><a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/infocus/2011/02/earthquake-in-new-zealand/100013/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; ">/infocus/2011/02/earthquak</a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "><a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/infocus/2011/02/earthquake-in-new-zealand/100013/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; ">e-in-new-zealand/100013/</a></span></div></div>gHeRahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11592453465637967489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884597187279053338.post-19622228722637296052011-03-04T03:51:00.000-08:002011-03-04T04:54:26.167-08:00FEBRUARY<div style="text-align: center;"><b>HAPPY BIRTHDAY ATE GINA</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">(February 05, 2011)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5__QORA6AAbaXH7Mmkb8Skv43cgLdC1rtejy22zw41St2pL_2XU_FwK5qixXv7thrL6Uc0ngi1GCKX2AXweXNt0trT6bCZcQfdiwzVJ2s1j7nHAZRYP8BuHjYKu8iJHI8Wag8T812znwe/s1600/DSC08522.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5__QORA6AAbaXH7Mmkb8Skv43cgLdC1rtejy22zw41St2pL_2XU_FwK5qixXv7thrL6Uc0ngi1GCKX2AXweXNt0trT6bCZcQfdiwzVJ2s1j7nHAZRYP8BuHjYKu8iJHI8Wag8T812znwe/s320/DSC08522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580202599096709234" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Myself.ate gina's friend.ate gina.rachel.carl</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5__QORA6AAbaXH7Mmkb8Skv43cgLdC1rtejy22zw41St2pL_2XU_FwK5qixXv7thrL6Uc0ngi1GCKX2AXweXNt0trT6bCZcQfdiwzVJ2s1j7nHAZRYP8BuHjYKu8iJHI8Wag8T812znwe/s1600/DSC08522.JPG"></a><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ5Id1B777csaIZ8FMQpBOUa1NAst49aZ7Y65x7o2nOLba930XcysWb-zfUOSTKV_NPaxi_p6PgITS9en2tkvryTgw7sY3yP0zjai58KlR6O9BiA5oCOcIYXYF1BzWens3etWocNWgb77O/s320/DSC08565.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580202604456838946" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Amber.rachel.ate gina.carl</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizAcxY5E_XDa0wRDiQOW0z7IMU-OSgE9kWK9sA2_zZ7WLk9Gj2FcTldNincKeiO5HkR-yCqkR_ChT845DvwhRw_cz9wzsfl3meLtlTBjpSHhy8iFGlokC3qSIgcvfnLbaQJc5BMEJc6cke/s320/DSC08643.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580202604903236322" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">myself and marion</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvL09hq0IqokKx_HSM1pPQCwVItx9V8YHnvCJ7pJPZMEks4A2l7I5tWOVrRiLcD3hmyvE0oDpwWkj0Jaey-ioYCj3mVMRoaZt0FxRFowTsiyYUuV8fm7JduYZ1aKUNHBBgmKEbZGIvUcMM/s320/edit.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580202591483427026" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ate Gina</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>IN THE CITY</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">(February 10, 2011)</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib7Occeb2HPZQXW7UBfrobgmin4YeiGittl9MFfR1lCIokS9c0pYL-17eMkT3P3tcll7lulnPgMNYdFb1-KzogVWxdml7uOpkhH-GuiMWeISLb15HcoaGLV-TdGyMoA_VNcRggeFdYr0Jk/s320/DSC08660.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580199487794529426" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiasRumSCYsrNeu_ebp6US0JKNeE4WHOMR1myR881z2up8f1U1s41wmODpVhEDESq8g8KqYNIQl4A-bP5GdFjrm1PJvXsEbwHV-q6wKJBqFFWKTqe8WJSc2S5YlxTiMa20w8hd0THn04S1z/s320/DSC08663.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580199493345056066" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Time capsule inside this statue</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4soYMELZnZ3VJokYzLMUG_Oa5muVyjyuCr2MRcSC5bo2-l8uINRx6dzgwCzM1xP9C6YoYwAv1xT1QcBeZxX8TmSA0PBfYrmgL0sqyb6VAs0WqGknrC7bnRx4gbmtft0G74TUrWGUkEzXr/s320/DSC08656.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580197640017995858" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkKf0OfCEZA5wBsJetkw8BzR-VTMOXM6fTpQTZ8yXZkJb46dWF_9B4l-1EEuuTJEU94Ji8UyuwcfwUwvz-af-zmlupC_ZT75qvcjf1-YjEgY_wQg6KTlJn1SmqD8ZdyMNGgeAuHxDoubnH/s1600/DSC08654.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580197621058985634" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJpDhN37g7qQ4WOnWq5KBCLNtGaUPFqZdRk8bRtOIKH9IypaSuffVwdbWTJrvjp4qW6GrKNeQMGkcx5LrwePgPyCT8kEm3yEFB9oFcOTQi7HB2DyOX3fUWNbbPCFqtslKirxBSP5lqViZZ/s320/DSC08655.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580197633835384818" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Junea nd his gross pose</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGKx-8r0o6yElTmbFmPAftx3FlquImnatJnFZ8m5NBAIzdLburftmNckPdoyyjnGiyEy9ra-KXecCZptHKPOEtO-uduBNGN1P7o8KQ1KTtm07A0e2-BDGHbTULfKanWF9sjR8oCk3CxL75/s320/DSC08658.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580197646519038210" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">naughty boy</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>BOXING DAY PART 2</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">(February 12, 2011)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXaJrF9mmnENx4znFl-wFp4v-vEonDoKrGbDW3O_C_qxL-_tdFotgCqew_OSiaUIMTifrQfiSXUFhPnk06CzBsYcz_tc2tlUElWk3jFgD-t-tSrJDWmlnriwThXIw9ZN3zYPkS7PRLpgZ4/s320/DSC08681.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580199501427432658" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Gabby</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5vLnHisi448d1SWumrl7CHZMeM4RmQ-Tk0FeGqvPqLtcQOzd2N23uCCPQ984kThUMcEhSGHvs2VU4c_N92i6cgd9OKbHJlZ3ltOrJhESUxiDwu2BzLtha4vsTof01WMqJdoL35CLWFOLH/s320/DSC08684.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580199506823122850" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Daughter and Mother</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic8Wc4zSWSmAH8Uhyphenhyphen0jCVCXmnH53wOrjx_nPtq_EG0G_-Sj_C5AJTkziHZOGqWdgwzTU_HCJpqRQ0ojvVHIXlJTA1wxXBFJRIxISrBXwHp-M6pRqBl_mQz3NI5-pJC582S5unyBM0LLxUH/s320/DSC08719.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580199510658800658" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Gianni and Gabby</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaVs7fMjdTSgYbQbVTfCp9w7dNa_h4hS-ZpNT9V4rC4ytlysfOEJU7juBEW840Vl0MO8GBsP_li45OwZ4ETOkUOrMmiEJtaX5FxY3o8fetNoGMKR_-KGAVliBfvopJFa-1mhY4ElH_vIHu/s320/DSC08738.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580205490363828914" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">After I've hanged out @ Ate Gina's place.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Movie Marathon as my Day off's Addiction</div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><br /></u></div></div>gHeRahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11592453465637967489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884597187279053338.post-59909991219770212182011-03-04T02:01:00.000-08:002011-03-04T03:48:22.092-08:0020112 months have already passed by, i bet i'm too late to say happy new year folks. Anyway it isn't about the year that has been, this is about the new year to fill in for 365 days. I like thinking about possibilities and chances which might occur this year..I had enough of the dramas, pitfalls, and stressful instances. I'm not an idiot to expect a perfect life however I can somehow do something to control my emotions and start being calm and relax.<div><br /></div><div>A new life far from what I used to have last year characterized by hardship and failure. Don't get me wrong. It's sort of exaggerated in some way but most of my days are not that good to be told. The start of was good. Perfect way to start the year indeed. I'll share some photos of the most significant events so far this year.. Let's Start with JANUARY.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>DUNEDIN ESCAPADE</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">(January 01, 2011)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYSvs-nI3s2QQalRMWXYNMfMzrS7E0q8uwcuYy4DON-au_820heGTK9rmKkVZM0q7FBo-hjLQ4K0Cf23-wUJZ6lCuv3CMcMIsEnrIGTSjrOjtR4SUgAe6rCJipu454JoatFxbwoFJ1X-5J/s320/DSC01186.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580178851349380146" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Aya's Birthday in Dunedin</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp5sRh8Qck436S2kxSMkQhIUpIN_fJRTAx-OFn7bSws5vWRwbmxjwxPTWKZi6mNQo1UQR2PTYS-rscL33XYCZf7NnH9DtvIL6nA3GDBcmPDt_VEPe8Zv4AbgCqmo_c8XKLnGsckhvdfsRB/s320/DSC01192.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580178854819676258" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thanks ate precy for inviting me:)</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKj5Un49Dm-Zh5AnyzXaKouzh8discu5d6exc3YUrKUathDRfma4U4CwBfUBPHU1PHa3vACUVNtuZOVCj62gOpgStYemzpAdTrCZq0Jtbco6XyxrMjDSMUrI7CHl2kEvTVYBHFuNfgahZ5/s320/DSC08156.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580178862909658066" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">in Dunedin</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp7YD9MtFimu7UGQGpvchtIVL7yI10PDHDV-HQJZxLzRjOUnhwwboJ7RGHDfBoOVOpAtCKSiL0Xgnlu8d8wxDce3M9XIC1z5k_j6lhR-r9gP33CSq3t16ZqW1A8Q4cAd9leBZFucUUfEe_/s320/DSC08163.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580178870801500194" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You'll get a certificate if you reach the peak. idk if that's true.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV3gkkvTfyIoe5SWRy5FF0O6uw9spfMm0POJJu-5zs11dZNsPJHQW0YT-ZhYdaj-6I5-caXHZ9X6JZvaTck9qNngVCg-hN1Ip1hJ1o6_mC2iR-VckdBAOonVEp9MWsCDz2z35_F6Dl_EoB/s320/DSC08153.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580178859161711010" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">jump!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>SUNNY SUNDAY</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">January 09, 2011</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgISSaxTTFUBrErQukZC7D0_PlOdKi8f_4u5TIwawT2_qvYRymCKHXdgOhjVZB1opLrYWrWTRFG7QYUWeu_HLcEHW_z9gAc74r1d9mqczcFciAzrMcdNckeSHOmGe1zQkHP2SHQOwum242z/s320/DSC08211k.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580181905709442210" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ate precy's master cooking skills</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjvgxFKt-iyVoBkZQCMRDPqDMyxRBhTmH12zmWn6TkYBZRPrUWvOONgv-D7f7_nzAuEORTyFlSp5ssll5m2k1raOLOmKEC2YjUZBZ89FWpZoQD-GrentKwBPiNo6xXMVUnrgFoRD3BiISe/s320/DSC08213.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580181917013558594" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">with Stew</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhStz7v9J-Gqpb0zg9gTSIdoj-HLFyEJfVLAuMRsCPdQn81dPUUuA4sEnrqrJ4wIet6RNYbKFYJp8XOtFC4tH8AaSlxjCAmh1NOmKxi8GFQ61RqBmfMK0Jrb9YXRAWbwRxV6N9lMi-YXb15/s320/DSC08235.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580181910995165074" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">timer works!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>OET</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">January 15, 2011</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnfZbsxaf3Mu1vbECFcSvIrenGGPg1wpJbracyWR2aJLyJq2_oZr3Ah95q7jjZgaGbKN3OaPjJ0hCV7cNXGFFRRTsuYkf2DXUc_92BosetFnCe0C90IRLtXxGh8RqcM6RsKUGlezy6jL8J/s320/DSC08240.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580181919549098066" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Watched movie as a stress relief after the exam.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>CARL'S BIRTHDAY</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYlsrwSTRv8pHjAFO6_07dLaD13GFaF92AESPZrXm1PP_HB3sUUfghW5QtjF2m4btpxaWVE5oL62r3rt08RHrW0MuOtDJ5oUbA_gTiwJoZyFZ6smfQeJB5CG2LqwAM-0JQiFvj9tDN6X0M/s320/DSC08253.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580181929938902690" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This was insane! Had One Shot before going on duty!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji5rGvWp0gUyb-EbltPGaoFMkFsumExlMpQiAVIdjWjmdi2ovwO-BRcWxt3wdrSOyksI6BXL0mAsh7v6M51VOzgUpVZbp2mBRncaJLhziPB7r4KDXVCBagTOLweWoufdl4r8udmGfxPs5y/s320/DSC08251.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580185402183097602" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpLJYj2TGPu_3iLc0HpWqIz3HDgL5Y64nDN-VWHPxkKJNVxKa1dchSLOk7-MSxzw56YUzK2YtZpn3gZVPP8tP4Iat1JWwr0bo3V15SIIFYSuby4D78l4IdgnAdi6dND4mhoXWi1dn1GLz_/s320/DSC08252.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580185406943716738" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>BARHOPPING IN THE CITY</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">(January 22, 2011)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFBWLk7sS1Efl6hUZSv7vBY7Vr-nhkLMju7delqS6z2p6I-EPC-4nFAJovZK2qBPwx93LTrgGYCXoVgmN39acq-xecSdL1ygx-XQ-gKaVTBz1yoFB8RCh9AagZ4Dyv0q5Q4DJ1K-RzA5PX/s320/DSC08300.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580185413299260402" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Curled my hair</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghezAq_Ofpi-UuzdEI0oO3n8oG4EPVE71qPplZZSXWOzSVOOirnjvSxlRaDNZMjebJnPdmi7tfffm8z0vKrYRXqgY3gWbnGegtghlMe5luNO4qKeCt950FpTFHzRPDZ2nw8eaAcjQbDFYf/s320/DSC08299.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580185415646904994" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">bubbly Marvin and stunning Ate Precy</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>BUSKERS</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">(January 28, 2011)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-uncMbDrjTYass4fGqDx89DnhMPoMapHVttFi6v3fTj8oy8ae7SftSrcNDBWnBf5jpepMON5QJflnQUcpWaNvRVa8eGLelB1J5Mm_UjcQ8nqu9IXm_jaVrqkfhMtZPwJA2iuIS1tZx93R/s320/DSC08423.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580185420558221346" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hilarious show!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijty7IIvsX3L1sIVyD2cJbNZjmSNoHJ4xAmtFsBCIw786ZBdKC8g5-vDLqts-PzNm1sEE50RtwVuCHsrmHVChs5dyrTTdft5cky4B8SJjxvEpAQM6jPdZc_ID2VprcLPDYq0QLU30KCb2G/s320/DSC08453.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580189122981827794" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRZ-IdvJESQX15dxYS4DCwA-hdZY8RDQDYqF_0FH0b-CDadTEmc-dn0rCkNWlWiS27bORH-57HW7ZID6GT0dRt5S2fC9V3eoJcSN41CfGqLkAf_2ctHuwzbNnFRbGDn0MIuNGLPm6fp0FO/s320/DSC08455.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580189129868847218" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Awie.Amber.Geralyn</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKmjwh2J1GIkkqKifysP2X2KaXHlJFdduj2dbrPtpTsLSVpr0a4o0e1yS7oZW3xYiPnpNrKjaLfEYFM2oyoJxrKIoJznNFioRqsi8oaLTFI48Wd_JCJTFMfWU9fxG89y0IUXyf9DatvnUi/s320/DSC08454.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580189131871727890" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Cuddle this funny Man!</div>gHeRahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11592453465637967489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884597187279053338.post-89470942404482991292010-12-23T02:12:00.001-08:002010-12-23T02:25:06.883-08:0023RD BIRTHDAY<p><strong>23RD</strong></p><p>Perhaps, it's time to say goodbye to a whole blast year that has been when I was 22 years of age. At 22, I've transformed to another persona in which I guess quite stronger and slightly <em>waterproof!</em> Trying to cope up with changes, I have learned to become resistant to whatever thorns along the way though they leave some pretty deep scar. They said I'm young, fragile, and inexperience. There's no way I can be bother by those because I know for a fact that there's something I can make a mark for myself.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr6Tnoxo7gBh9QaGzKRYY0_00HF-BxGO2lHNj29v62WCr6jeRb08iBIVpJ1rjxagSci7TkNVWSjAlqj7SfqtweM9q9pIpOMDZys9WWe89FsJCD9nlJGE994cmzGU37ihpKoTjzh8o87SAN/s1600/DSC07504.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr6Tnoxo7gBh9QaGzKRYY0_00HF-BxGO2lHNj29v62WCr6jeRb08iBIVpJ1rjxagSci7TkNVWSjAlqj7SfqtweM9q9pIpOMDZys9WWe89FsJCD9nlJGE994cmzGU37ihpKoTjzh8o87SAN/s320/DSC07504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553819025139215074" border="0" /></a></p><p>My goal since I was young was to go abroad at 21 years old. Basically, I failed that for I arrived here in New Zealand at the age of 22. It's quite funny because I proud to say that my job here is my first ever job since I graduated last 2008 excluding the times I've done a month of training/volunteer in a Hospital. What an experience isn't? Seriously, I haven't achieved my ultimate goal. It'll take some time before I accomplish it. I've wasted a whole of being a piece of junk. Not that I'm not proud of my job but it's not worth it to stick with it. Nevermind, a piece of advice from my quirky head, DREAM ON!</p><p>Every year, I've made sure that my birthdays should be a meaningful day for me. I can do a thing which will make me happy though there's absence of gifts, friends, foods, and family. Since I was a little, my parents would always throw a party for me. Heaps of gifts from friends, godmother/godfathers,relatives and random people. Fun games, entertainment, balloons, party tables and chairs, great dress, mouthwatering foods, party music, in short, a whole lot of fun!! Even now that I'm grown up, I can find way to amuse myself like inviting my friends for a simple gathering for lunch or maybe dinner and sing karaoke all day long. Simple as photoshoot would make me happy. To be with the people whom I give importance, is one of the best gift that I can have. I don't materials things or bunch of foods around me, a simple greeting is far more thoughtful than any other thing in the world.</p><p>Literally, this was my first birthday away from my family and friends. It saddened me to realize how lonely it could be in my most important day in my life which happens just once a year and it will never happen again ever. How can you turn 23 over and over again seriously??!! But you know what made happy, it was the greetings from friends over facebook, a night of work with less stress, greetings from people whom I have told that it was my birthday..hahaha, thoughtfulness of ate precy to treat me for dinner, voice chat with family thru skype, gift from people that I've received, and just a good weather! hehe:D Though it seems like I have nothing to be sad about, still, I feel incomplete especially now that Christmas is just around the corner. I can hear the word christmas wherever I go. </p><p>Is there any reason for me to be merry this Christmas? Let's see... I will keep you posted on actually how to celebrate Christmas alone.</p><p><strong>THANK YOU GOD FOR ANOTHER YEAR. HOWEVER MY LIFE IS INCOMPLETE WITHOUT THE PEOPLE WHO I CARE ABOUT, I WILL STILL CONTINUE LIVING AS IF THEY CHEERING UP FOR ME WHEREVER THEY ARE. IN DISTANCE, WE ARE FAR BUT IN HEART, WE ARE IN REACH.</strong></p><p><br /><strong></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong></strong><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqP9KddtPg0Joz9yyiKFwyhDEjmgjvkT1nK8vkND0byX6_7ex98BNqJz0TbgIiMWJB0cqJqeIO1BhyCSAk14fP3UbZK0htHn3Ju-GEk_qReKfzCtLmM8pHztzTnITdeyKWe8gmwtyxO-0l/s1600/DSC07477.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqP9KddtPg0Joz9yyiKFwyhDEjmgjvkT1nK8vkND0byX6_7ex98BNqJz0TbgIiMWJB0cqJqeIO1BhyCSAk14fP3UbZK0htHn3Ju-GEk_qReKfzCtLmM8pHztzTnITdeyKWe8gmwtyxO-0l/s320/DSC07477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553819012859180626" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhplXpD-4-ERx-kLFL3CVH0q0TcFTApQcEJrTq8KpC6bFSKcJcGH3HMqLq2lYOVX7YWSxLID0_zKwH_5MFnOM5iBlObA5rUg9DQ8shqavRWRMLG5QY7sZgtpaygCiqB4iRZdfdGNZ7aLyWt/s1600/DSC07480.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhplXpD-4-ERx-kLFL3CVH0q0TcFTApQcEJrTq8KpC6bFSKcJcGH3HMqLq2lYOVX7YWSxLID0_zKwH_5MFnOM5iBlObA5rUg9DQ8shqavRWRMLG5QY7sZgtpaygCiqB4iRZdfdGNZ7aLyWt/s320/DSC07480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553819018741073122" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">YUM!</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs_ZIcMjXNCUqX-KTnLnepgsz7y3UAg0krbrkW5Q_yYbcko9dnXmjvTc5woF4F6Fecden3nDiptfgOtvva9xxpnnJxgVdTL50rbVuCmMA4TAGOVgKXbQ4qfF2zfc5Kisw0pr4BbdhCoury/s1600/DSC01166.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs_ZIcMjXNCUqX-KTnLnepgsz7y3UAg0krbrkW5Q_yYbcko9dnXmjvTc5woF4F6Fecden3nDiptfgOtvva9xxpnnJxgVdTL50rbVuCmMA4TAGOVgKXbQ4qfF2zfc5Kisw0pr4BbdhCoury/s320/DSC01166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553819925495548610" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">@ NANDOS WITH ATE PRECY<br /></p>gHeRahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11592453465637967489noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884597187279053338.post-8374069333349936292010-12-02T18:30:00.000-08:002010-12-02T19:04:13.085-08:00No turning back!This is it! I probably making one of the hardest decision of my life. I know it's should be done earlier as possible. I took a chance of letting time goes by without making any sense of my life here in nz. Until I reached the end of the year when all things were sorted out and created the final outcome of the questions I've been asking in my mind. Yay! so creepy! I have to be prepared like BIG TIME! Pls. pray for my success! I'm thankful because there's wonderful people along the way who won't hesitate to help.. thanks:))gHeRahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11592453465637967489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884597187279053338.post-15084377476070689992010-11-27T15:17:00.000-08:002010-11-27T16:47:17.713-08:00RISE AND SHINE!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcEWN0qQsZ7VRzO9ayMNmqUubWNecV3yb0ho4PoPY1B5WP2wgKZPBQ2LcUPbNveARaa01dxx00m5jLnq7ZzPcTno6_g98yh-I8NNtpPPH5jcHcNtDVkxJ5OwNT5Pkmm7_R7ZyNflCWJJEN/s1600/DSC07219.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcEWN0qQsZ7VRzO9ayMNmqUubWNecV3yb0ho4PoPY1B5WP2wgKZPBQ2LcUPbNveARaa01dxx00m5jLnq7ZzPcTno6_g98yh-I8NNtpPPH5jcHcNtDVkxJ5OwNT5Pkmm7_R7ZyNflCWJJEN/s320/DSC07219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544388402443606306" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Shot by mois (27.11.10)<br /></div></div><br />After a long time, I've managed to check my blogger account! haha. You know me, I've been busy working but now, I'm gonna rise and shine. It doesn't matter if I get less hours of sleep as long as I can see the beauty of the sun and people passing by. I wanna drink my favorite cup of <span style="font-style: italic;">frappucino</span> and unwind in the library with my laptop<span style="font-style: italic;"> chillaxing</span>! Aside from working and surpassing work challenges, I'm having fun spending time with myself. Not that I'm a loner, but basically it's way for me to discover what I wanted in life and not listening to those buggers! Anyway, they give spice in my life and so I need them to give a little spunk in my peaceful living.lol.<br /><br />Chase your dream is my new motto. I don't want to be rotten like a bunch of bananas trying to be like everyone. Who don't wants to fly and explore life? It's better to try than not to try it at all just because of stupid excuses! No use of talking and arguing with them. Such a waste of time!! ahahaha.. just kidding..We have our own perception on what's right from what's wrong. If your mature and old enough to decide on what to do, well then, good on you.<br /><br />Let's see what life's in store for me.....gHeRahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11592453465637967489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884597187279053338.post-55792518927577854232010-08-16T19:11:00.000-07:002010-08-18T21:50:35.453-07:00Never Mind coz God provides.<div style="text-align: justify;">I'm not sure exactly what to write here coz I'm in the middle of boredom inside my room listening to a show in T.V. No one to talk to in the internet. The weather is too gloomy likewise the aura feels so boring. Waiting for the time or maybe to let the sun rest and darkness appears is the most tiring thing to do. I have to keep a better eye on the clock as it tick-tocks while i'm realizing that "have i consuming my time well enough?or am i just wasting it?" Never mind.<br /><br />Now that I have achieved what I've longed for the last 5 months, is it worth it? Still, anxiousness kept me going all day long. I cannot be happy and fulfill completely since i'm stil tied up with something evilish! I wanna get rid of it so badly... Don't get me wrong, I termed evilish as a metaphor coz they likely the same. Never mind.<br /><br />Please God give me strength to carry on all this heavy baggage I'm carrying in my back.. I've been through countless trials but then you never left me standing alone. You're my only hope, oh God. I know you have a meaningful purpose for everything and that what keeps me hanging on. Thank you for all the blessings. i love you.:)<br /></div>gHeRahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11592453465637967489noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884597187279053338.post-91854356863147584752010-06-11T22:19:00.000-07:002010-06-11T23:14:09.821-07:00Isn't FAIR?<div style="text-align: justify;">Who said I'm lucky? When we talk about fortunes, it would cause an argument for sure coz it's obvious how unlucky I am in every aspects of life. There's no essence of saying these words for I know for a fact that there's something wrong with me that it would do no good in my way of thinking and my life perse. Pardon me but there's part of me wanting to burst out my emotions that I kept on resisting. Once I said that one most valuable thing I've learned here in NZ is becoming optimistic, seeing the bright side of life, and stay as happy as possible but what the heck I'm feeling right now giving me much headache and moment of vagueness just simply pissing me off. How much I tried to escape from my worries, myself won't do so. Every week different problems welcome me as my life becoming darker when it's used to be brighter.<br /><br />As much as possible. I'm trying to live life as if everything is fine like getting lot of inspiration from things and PERSON but in the end of the day, what's the point? I can still feel empty inside. I'm worried for the future I guess. It's like I have nowhere to go, nothing to be proud of. Should I remain as is without anything to make me satisfied. I know it's wrong not to be satisfied of what God provided w/c for my best, still I can't help but to question, "Why me? What's wrong with me? Why do you have to put all that challenges onto my back?" Yes, God won't give you problems that you can't handle however, I'm too fragile these days..<br /><br />People around me are lucky enough to get much of what they need and receive more than what they need. It's not I'm being too judgmental but facts will stay as facts. I don't want to weigh things up but how hypocrite I should be if I don't admit that I do so. Honestly I'm a giving person and as long as I get just enough of what I need, I will be alright. But sometimes, you come to think things over and by doing so you realized how bummer you might be from all the rest. It's not helping seriously, to learn that everyone's progressing and you will stay behind looking how far they've become. Jealously, maybe or a form of stupidity. I dunno. I wonder if my life has a meaning or am I just an accessory to this world full of mysteries. Some might say, God has a purpose for you or you're fortunate enough compared to other suffering individual.. Is that a bu*lsh*t? I don't mean to curse my life but I'm still trying to figure out who am i, WHERE DO I STAND?<br /><br />Life is indeed unfair. Before it wasn't a big deal for me but in silence, you realized "wheww! it's not fair!"... In time, I hope that things will get better. It's not my intention really to discourage myself but for me to learn how to cope up and sort things up with my inner self. I'm not losing hope if so, otherwise I totally depressed and crying at the moment. I can do it!! I'm not losing hope.<br /></div>gHeRahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11592453465637967489noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884597187279053338.post-72361787642310577982010-06-01T19:15:00.000-07:002010-06-01T22:07:54.268-07:00:,((<div style="text-align: justify;">2.15 in the afternoon as the rain keep on pouring down as i look at the window where all things are soaking wet. I can't help my tears from falling down through my orange jacket and all the sounds I hear is the music from the radio. It hurts to know someone's leaving when all along you knew that everything's going fine. A sudden news going to shock you insane where you've got no where to escape and all left is to cry. There's no way I'm gonna accept this fact, never in my wildest dreams I imagined being in this kind of situation. This probably the worst scenario I'm afraid to deal with. You can gimme hell problems in the world but not this one because I've got nowhere to find something that can heal this kind of pain w/c hurting me too much. I often wonder if all were just a Dream that I'm more than willing to wake up soon. I don't care if I give up what I have at the moment just bring back all good times away from misery. I can stand whatever trials comes my way whether if those will break me, i don't give a damn.<br /><br />Being away from home had given me difficult time to deal with this especially I've got no family to lean on but I'm thankful coz I have friends who understands me and cares for me. I need to be strong though in silence I tend to be emotional and think over the present situation that's driving me at the peak of depression. Definitely, there's no way I can escape the reality that life has expiration date. Sometimes I question God, "why did it came so fast?". Though I have no right to question the Almighty but it's a human nature to ask things beyond their control.<br /><br />Sometimes I think that it's better to have Cancer coz you can see how long will you stay in this world whereas, if heart attack, it gets your life instantly without any consent..:( It's damn unfair.<br /><br />All that is left of me are the memories we had together couple of months ago. I will never forget every single thing she did for me and the rest of the family. She's my role model. She sacrfificed much to help most of us so that's why i find it hard to accept the truth that she's been struggling much. The truth is she almost forgotten her own life coz all she thinks of were how to help us. A guilt deep within makes me too emotional and cry at times. Because it's a fact that I added up to her problems ever since I pursue my dreams of getting here. Instead of advising me to give up, here she goes trying to uplift my spirits telling me how proud she is that I'm already here. She knew even before that I'm gonna achieve my dreams {period}. Honestly if wasn't for her, I won't be able to be as strong as I am now. She's my inspiration who taught me to be brave and she believed whatever trials I'm going to encounter, I can make it.<br /><br />Living my life without her is unimaginable. Everyday I used to talk with her through chat about random / casual things, sometimes about gossips / life issues/ family issues. I will miss those without any doubt. She very different from the rest coz she's too frank and straight forward. It saddened me to wake up one day waiting for her to pop up in the internet and say.."hi leny". :(( but sadly, i dunno if it will ever happen again. Truly she makes my daily easy as I can talk to her sharing experiences and everything w/c makes me less homesick.. But now, how can i deal with this? I've got no idea at all. It's hell to imagine things like that totally makes me sick.<br /><br />If there's one wish I can make, that would be to longer her life... I still have heaps of dreams for her. I want to somehow payback to all the good deeds she have done for the family. She deserves to be pampered w/c I know she never experienced given by other person or us. That's one of my ultimate dream ever since. I hope I can still give her comfortable life away from stress and problems..<br /><br />God help her please...I'm begging you.. But whatever or wherever you want her to be, I'll accept it though there's nothing harder than that... You knows best, I believe in you. We love her so much.....:((<br /></div>gHeRahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11592453465637967489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884597187279053338.post-45770069545044814342010-04-24T20:45:00.000-07:002010-04-24T21:44:56.349-07:00Byeee Ph, Kia Ora! NZ!!Kia Ora!!!<br />HELLO NEW ZEALAND!!<br />Arrived last March 24, 2010.<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The place was so Laid Back. It's quiet and few people can be seen in streets. Friendly people were quite noticeable as they will greet you wherever, whenever. At first, I found it kinda weird coz we don't even knew each other and we're all plain strangers, yet, they don't hesitate to give some smile on their faces and greetings like "how's it going?", "hi, hello" w/c are overwhelming and welcoming on my part as a newbie in this country. Buses here have timetable so there's schedule on what time the bus supposed to arrive and it has cut off time w/c totally sucks. Unlike in the Philippines where transportation are widely available. So, we need someone to bring us to work in time especially in early morning and late at night. Foods are somewhat cheap and reasonable but just forget to convert it into peso alright. The weather is a wi bit cold most especially in nights but during daytime, sun is on its peak w/c a bit painful in skin. Sometimes the wind can be cold. Trees are definitely eye catching because of the colors and the structures. Flowers are blooming. But because its Autumn, most of the tress were like fading w/ tan colored leaves. Nice on sight. We've been through some of great places here but not quite. The language is a way different from Aussie accent or British accent. It's hard to understand coz they pronounced words differently giving to much emphasis on "e" sounds. Technology was not really updated here. T.V. shows were like old school and boring. Yes, the word boring describes it all. A Filipino once sad to me that, time here runs too fast and it's like your waiting for the time you'll get old. One of the greatest things happened to me was the moment I met the people I'm living with at the moment coz they're so helpful, nice, caring and all the nicest thing in the world. Though we faced a lot of triumphs, I can proudly say that I made it through the rain. If you can only witnessed my first week here, it was filled with sadness, pain, depression and all that stressful feeling a person won't wish to experience. It will take ages before I can narrate everything in detailed so in the meantime, it's better to just leave it in the past. What I felt right now is mixed up with contentment and hope that someday, in right time, i can grasp the promise of great life here in NZ. There was a time when i wanted to give up and rather go back home, but then I realized how can i learn if i give up just like that. There's no use of giving up. Another bright thing in here, was I was able to meet a lot of nice people whom I worked with,mostly Filipinos. Truly said, some will put you down but most will help you on your way up. They don't even know how much gratitude I have for them that I will never forget as long as I live.<br /><br />A month ago, I'm thinking of the best things yet to happen. I thought everything will be fine if I grab this opportunity getting here in NZ. But no one knows, maybe because we got here that easy that's why we're facing this difficulties/conflicts and maybe later our luck be seen within our reach. Maybe there's a silver lining behind all of this and it's yet to unfold, in best and right time i guess.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDST8Kcy1QcTwHYf-OOAB_ilvQjjd9FulFg1T8vxDJWI8kF3AsW5MZ6PAbdsgsYLf8qdrbtUskOeJhfu8f3C7hibi-_cpV36y3f07Y0LkIzy3mzXuSX-vEdg4tKHghm-hIYsfb5L-yohWM/s1600/DSC05334.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDST8Kcy1QcTwHYf-OOAB_ilvQjjd9FulFg1T8vxDJWI8kF3AsW5MZ6PAbdsgsYLf8qdrbtUskOeJhfu8f3C7hibi-_cpV36y3f07Y0LkIzy3mzXuSX-vEdg4tKHghm-hIYsfb5L-yohWM/s320/DSC05334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463931077429849090" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">AUTUMN</span><br /></div><br /></div>gHeRahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11592453465637967489noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884597187279053338.post-33245846800647980812010-03-09T22:19:00.000-08:002010-03-09T23:09:50.192-08:00Holla!<div style="text-align: justify;">My itchiness to type brought me here. Someone whispered in my ear telling me to update my personal site, i dunno who it was or maybe it was just my imagination. Never mind, I think apart from being updated in my Project 365 days tumblr site, I need give much importance to my first ever loved blog site. Blame my laziness for I wasn't able to catch things up here and I've been out for almost a decade it seems.<br /><br />Whew, If I will try to elaborate significant events from the last update up to this moment, I admit it'll be difficult. You can just check out my <a href="http://gheraholic.tumblr.com">tumblr</a> site for more specific updates.<br /><br />It's unbelievable thinking how far I became from few months ago when I was still struggling to find myself in this world asking myself, "where do I fit in?" It was just some of my "emo" moments like ranting stuffs due to helplessness and sometimes, hopelessness. I can't help it and I just suck onto it. Crappy thoughts always interrupt my concentration and even my goals were once or twice forgotten. How can I forget the times I used to question life? How unfair life is and what the hell life brought me in such position. It took me almost two years to finally discover where do I belong in this crowded world. I couldn't say that this path will be the final destination for me coz life's full of surprises. But honestly, I lose all my pride that's inside me and I'll try to forget my genuine happiness for my incoming success sake. Yeah, I'm positive about this and I can foresee it so wide clearly. This HOPE kept me in new way of thinking that everything is possible and within our reach if we know how to wait and persevere towards one's goal.<br /><br />For sure I will nailed whatever it takes for me to achieve "SOMETHING" worth my existence. Dealing with this kind of new experience got me stomach upset every time I think of it. Being alone is what I have to deal with. No one to run and no one to lean on. I must be strong enough to be independent coz everything will be different from the usual. Solitary moments, that will actually make me burst out my emotions and wanting to go back home, should be in control. Giving up is never an excuse, I swear to myself that I won't give up no matter what.<br /><br />Yes, ast month my visa was approved and my flight will be anytime this March. To be exact, its March23. I hope that this is really is it. It's New Zealand BTW. I'm not yet completely prepared but I'm still trying to be prepared emotionally and physically. New environment, new people, new experience are all makes me excited and at the same time, makes me frightened a bit. But don't worry coz I know that I can handle whatever situations for sure. Adaptation Technique has its own ways to help me adjust time after time.<br /><br />I bet you're thinking how excited I am to see a snow!! Yep, I do!!!! I'm fascinated with people wearing layers of shirts under a comfy sweater and wearing pair of flat or maybe high leg boots.<br /><br />Yipee!<br /></div>gHeRahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11592453465637967489noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884597187279053338.post-49239788480279085062010-02-06T00:42:00.000-08:002010-02-06T02:03:20.897-08:00|ONE STEP CLOSER|<div style="text-align: justify;">Everything went so fast like a whirlwind it draws me at state of shock. A year ago seems I'm heading on a path of unknown without any direction or destination. Perhaps, my footsteps take me to nowhere as I exhausts myself physically but more on mentally. I've been through several stop-overs to see if i already arrived to the pit stop after a long and winding journey. But then I end up walking again to another path still in faith and losing hope was never my option. Every time I see bright lights, I made belief that maybe <span style="font-style: italic;">this is it,</span> the fate I've been searching for long. As I'm getting near, the lights slowly fading away with no marks or even sparks left. The first thought behind my head keeps on reminding me not to give up instead considered it as God's plan.<br /><br />Every busy people surrounds me as I walks onto the sidewalks of the metro makes me wonder how hard life is it for them. I can't help but to question things which is wrong and pointless. I see different faces: happy faces and worried faces. I can't read minds so how should I know what's their mind's up to. Do they facing trials brought by unsureness of their decisions? Are they finally receive life's good news? Have they already grasp the light that I'm dying to reach? Is there any barrier for them to taste life sweetness? So many questions yet to be answered.<br /><br />Honestly, I don't have to questions things much instead be thankful for what I have. Many people were suffering the worst of worst so who I am to demand for more than enough. I guess in this point of time of my life, I'm in the process of finding myself and discovering who else I can be. From my previous ranting, I learned how much bitterness I contained by directly or indirectly blaming my life's fate. I worry a lot and emotions were overflowing, bursting like I am the only person who's suffering. Never in my life I intended to grief with things that happened unexpectedly out of the circle. Unplanned and unintended situations were really inescapable. So I keep in mind that no matter how hard I've tried to cry, scream, be sad and angry, still, everything were done for a purpose paving way for the best outcome possible.<br /><br />For more or less two years, I keep on chasing my luck from which to which. Run there, run here, almost helpless but still trying. I admit that I didn't tried harder but at least even a bit of effort was exerted. I never been at ease for that long even there was a time I've proved something when I stepped my foot on the bright light just for a while. I never meant to give up and leave an opportunity behind. It's like sacrificing for a thing you haven't been happy of doing. Sacrificing is part of life I suppose but then there no willing power inside me forcing to fight till the end. Subconsciously I felt such a damn loser.<br /><br />After I skipped the bright light that was already in front of me, suddenly another one came where I caught myself hoping for the best. Abruptly I felt blessed. Unknowingly, I took chances for what seems to be blurry. I had hesitation but still I've took the risk, take a shot and gambled. For couple of months, I've patiently waited. Every single day that I woke up seems like cutting me slowly into pieces. And whenever I see the sunset, I always whisper to myself "<span style="font-style: italic;">not a good day</span>". Until one day, unexpectedly, my anxiety suddenly faded because I've received my most awaited great news. I wanted to jump off my butt and shout aloud without any hesitation. The eagerness was on high and believe me, never felt this way before after I've got my license.<br /><br />Guarantees are probable expectations. Before, I mentioned that I have a thing here called hesitation, and now its finally erased as I've seen the bright light so clear and free from doubt. But of course, I won't overwhelm myself by expecting too much instead be prayerful and just believe that "<span style="font-style: italic;">this is really is my Time and I'm gonna nailed it for sure!</span>" I'm optimistic this time and I won't let anything serves as a roadblock on my way to the bright light. I've took the risk, I went a long way, and still moving to a more remote point. I'm stepping forward and there's no turning back. I've got this on my bare hands and I won't let it escape away from me. This is my rare luck which I believe will bring me to the peak of success in line with my destined destination. From my previous FB status :<span class="UIStory_Message"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">It's choice -- not chance -- that determines your destiny. </span>And I have chosen to take the risk that makes me now <span style="font-weight: bold;">ONE STEP CLOSER.<br /></span></span></div>gHeRahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11592453465637967489noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884597187279053338.post-86424479140352233022010-01-16T08:17:00.000-08:002010-01-16T08:38:46.996-08:00|2 year old|<div style="text-align: justify;">I can't imagine how long this blog been in the world wide web from the very start back in my college days when out of enthusiast and some inspiration from media up to this date. Far from the idea of consistently updating from time to time, I end up inconsistent and inactive for quite some time, but nevertheless, I'm surprised by the fact that I completed the whole year of 2009 which i made at least an entry per month. I felt satisfaction for I can look back in the future what has been aspired which is actually the purpose of blogging.<br /><br />As much as I wanted to put some rantings, ramblings, photos captured, memories sharing, and all that to express my in-depth emotions/feelings, I can't help my laziness and not in the mood in supplying my page out here. As a consequence, most of my readers drastically disappeared. Well, I can't blame them coz me as well lost myself, besides, I never meant to collect followers ,beg them to drop by and hit me with some comments. But if some would mind to pay time to read, then well, thank you. Appreciate it much. All my blog here for is mainly to express who's who, who's me.<br /><br />I decided to create a <a href="http://gheraholic.tumblr.com">project365</a> tumblr blog. In that instance, it can be easy for me to update it daily coz it's uncomplicated. This time, I will promise to comply whatever happens...? *I hope so.<br /><br /><br /></div>gHeRahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11592453465637967489noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884597187279053338.post-7923344050358927762010-01-03T18:33:00.000-08:002010-01-03T21:46:23.848-08:002010!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXI61LCURWrQQdfKJwi6fiBjxPNF3jbOrhW3BGLHL5tZ4AItBwQGJ-JEQAq0Tx7GXTCdgAkhilbX2n0ESdbKt742qKcvPiV_HBrEyjkxnvebt4bpBl3FZE1yurbyulhQSuabhRwUKEd6dN/s1600-h/gheraconr.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXI61LCURWrQQdfKJwi6fiBjxPNF3jbOrhW3BGLHL5tZ4AItBwQGJ-JEQAq0Tx7GXTCdgAkhilbX2n0ESdbKt742qKcvPiV_HBrEyjkxnvebt4bpBl3FZE1yurbyulhQSuabhRwUKEd6dN/s320/gheraconr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422710551548528946" border="0" /></a><br />Candid shot. loljk<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_L6HEggeodQeCMunQJJo4GyVXOnYwby0TCwOUp8_7oHAG6W7eLyJ8kDgHFs5G6xLn7Nc3S1UKZeSjzhD4wC3QGu6L0bKHiMODkW8E4wPrB6iixgJgyXY4git0XvLJ6eSznnMQ8DxZGiCh/s1600-h/yearender.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_L6HEggeodQeCMunQJJo4GyVXOnYwby0TCwOUp8_7oHAG6W7eLyJ8kDgHFs5G6xLn7Nc3S1UKZeSjzhD4wC3QGu6L0bKHiMODkW8E4wPrB6iixgJgyXY4git0XvLJ6eSznnMQ8DxZGiCh/s320/yearender.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422743124851546306" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This photo's caused by my laziness to type..<br />Listed here the monthly highlights of 2009.<br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I consider Resolutions as bitch! But then again, I'll try to set standards. Whether or not achieved, still, I don't mind. Besides, who are we to create a list of things to do? Whatever/However we wanted stuffs to happen, only God decides. Anyway, for the sake of resolution thing coz it's new year...here we goes..<br /><ul><li>Lose weight. <span style="font-style: italic;">Whatever!</span></li><li>More Patience. Especially to my naughty cousins.</li><li>Lessen my laziness.</li><li>Watch more inspiring movies.</li><li>Perseverance to achieve my goal.</li><li>Don’t spend so much time on the internet</li><li>Eat healthy foods. Less meats, sweets, sodas, rice..</li><li>Shoot wonderful photos.</li><li>Edit much. Be creative.</li><li><a href="http://gheraholic.tumblr.com">Project 365! </a><br /></li><li>Stop being mean, sometimes.</li><li>Get disciplined.</li><li>Travel.</li><li>Learn acceptance & letting go.</li><li>Don't expect too much.</li><li>Always find time to enjoy & laugh.</li><li>Discover myself.</li><li>Go through a major change.</li><li>Hang-out more often.</li><li>Try new things.</li><li>Help others to change their (-) attitude.</li><li>Get a freakin' JOB!<br /></li><li>Go out of the country (period).<br /></li></ul>I know there's a lot of things to change or to achieve...But These all I can formulate for now. i'll try to add laTurrr. Long live 2010!<br /><br /></div>gHeRahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11592453465637967489noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884597187279053338.post-35964493451102062092009-12-31T23:45:00.000-08:002010-01-03T18:27:40.672-08:00merry christmas 2009 & happy new year 2010!<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOiNV3ZPER116LZlLRN3Na6DEhnFSfJAoU0wp99y71Gg9_tLXC2rZ35iJpDQMe6irDvq3zzOwaMktcIRHrszenFUobNSA2H97oglgAVYotOP6dIhyphenhyphen3z0WnhKFIUhNRmWthj0_64egHVZ3z/s1600-h/groupppmerryxmas.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOiNV3ZPER116LZlLRN3Na6DEhnFSfJAoU0wp99y71Gg9_tLXC2rZ35iJpDQMe6irDvq3zzOwaMktcIRHrszenFUobNSA2H97oglgAVYotOP6dIhyphenhyphen3z0WnhKFIUhNRmWthj0_64egHVZ3z/s320/groupppmerryxmas.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421681673217942946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Our Christmas Eve was a typical gathering where we eat Noche Buena Minutes before Christmas day. This time, we had a mini-exchange gifts w/ amount of at least a 100 pesos. I can say that the exchange gifts giving was the best part of the evening. We laughed like crazy and fooled around like there's no tomorrow. Though we didn't managed to have a group shot not even once. It kinda regretful for me. Anyway, nothing can surpass the happiness in each of us faces that night.<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb9sdP1xE30oF7B-SGv0fozq_6hURYYvOY-erLoFbT-LOuyzjEd-UqM6tWZY-QK83JPAvDIg97_w3bgjAn7pbYKMIjqUFGGZgmtDy28jbr1DQh-prxHkkc4ueCnvK5oSg0HwccvmYTlBPK/s1600-h/meri+new+yr.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb9sdP1xE30oF7B-SGv0fozq_6hURYYvOY-erLoFbT-LOuyzjEd-UqM6tWZY-QK83JPAvDIg97_w3bgjAn7pbYKMIjqUFGGZgmtDy28jbr1DQh-prxHkkc4ueCnvK5oSg0HwccvmYTlBPK/s320/meri+new+yr.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421680073003535394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The description @ the photo describes it all. However I felt stupid coz some early photos were deleted for unknown reason. Maybe I'm the one to blame for my carelessness! I want to forget it but photos really mean the whole world to me that why I'm so guilty. Photos speak a thousand words or maybe million? the memories behind it means much. I don't simply shot a scene coz I wanted or I just like to, but capturing moments is simply means that I don't want to forget the time, people & place in the photos.<br /><br />New year's eve marked a playful night for us. We've danced in the moonlight, sung like screaming, jumped as high as we could, firecrackers all the way, ate for media noche, snapshots of course.<br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL-0PUtzoUPYTpCxap4al1ANe6fVWDLM5HBGuv3hnvV_bmdE9Q61xCyTL0Vg50Jkfou1MgxpAsElCaK63S78vj0KaBOt8iVX6_QQ6fZW5W65BkVxNmyc9kh7DNOOJa3PPwhvUSMpAa3W89/s1600-h/groupppmerryxmas.png"><span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"><img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /></span></span></a></div><span style="font-weight: bold;">Photos here : </span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2046965&id=1355333928">christmas</a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> &</span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2047683&id=1355333928"> new year</a>gHeRahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11592453465637967489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884597187279053338.post-29466476769933369362009-12-17T21:28:00.000-08:002009-12-17T22:03:34.081-08:001st half of DECEMBERDec. 1, 2009 - Mama's bday!<br />Dec. 11 - Picked up package @ Johnny Air SM Megamall<br /> - Saw LENKA, the Australian Singer who sang "the show".<br />Dec. 12 - Meryl's Family Fun Day. Chowking Sm Sta. Rosa afterwards. <a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2045802&id=1355333928"><span style="font-style: italic;">photos here</span></a>.<br /><center><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z5ClAI-7E4Q&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z5ClAI-7E4Q&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object></center><br /><br />Dec. 13 - Celebrated Angel's 6th Birthday!<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHWZQrG3E_jtkcBeSuHfCS3iAthFybqHBHknrj4kEGcgo_desu8BDuyZBWReh1BviUpb7QzAa18YWq_0mEs-3Pw__m30sNIQw7JJICUSEx5-8ZXtLba69opk3pf8F6ioDeTt9WTqlXi0Gs/s1600-h/DSC06849.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHWZQrG3E_jtkcBeSuHfCS3iAthFybqHBHknrj4kEGcgo_desu8BDuyZBWReh1BviUpb7QzAa18YWq_0mEs-3Pw__m30sNIQw7JJICUSEx5-8ZXtLba69opk3pf8F6ioDeTt9WTqlXi0Gs/s320/DSC06849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416446401479241106" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Dec. 14 - Birthday of Angel. <a href="http://www.facebook.com/geralynpangilinan?ref=profile#/album.php?aid=2045803&id=1355333928"><span style="font-style: italic;">photos here</span></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicY6vmG90jHwOkcV4lIcNmxfVhVkj87hh8QdqYxf-dRF30X1GbO698wPBpgcLIQ_SnurlBYada-WEFNTTSBaJPqXeQDVZ30wzasF_PEa6s9X4wS6Eab31dvyAMnLj9oJyC6PCvKUkL19Gy/s1600-h/DSC06741.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicY6vmG90jHwOkcV4lIcNmxfVhVkj87hh8QdqYxf-dRF30X1GbO698wPBpgcLIQ_SnurlBYada-WEFNTTSBaJPqXeQDVZ30wzasF_PEa6s9X4wS6Eab31dvyAMnLj9oJyC6PCvKUkL19Gy/s320/DSC06741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416446392186212226" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.facebook.com/geralynpangilinan?ref=profile#/album.php?aid=2045803&id=1355333928"><br /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Dec. 15 - Searched for child labourers for DOLE's x'mas project.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc87eTm0gKnj5IuWZW1N9P-kkEN08K23t7kGbWPKu-BOfHMHJNxPpX113DSfGqCYM5N2H_vrpY06deNtshZrKWtonQRA7YW-JqdRZZ8oQ1KRO7IEMSn08ZhG4pDqycmFZYp6RyssDR3IZL/s1600-h/DSC06927.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc87eTm0gKnj5IuWZW1N9P-kkEN08K23t7kGbWPKu-BOfHMHJNxPpX113DSfGqCYM5N2H_vrpY06deNtshZrKWtonQRA7YW-JqdRZZ8oQ1KRO7IEMSn08ZhG4pDqycmFZYp6RyssDR3IZL/s320/DSC06927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416450449969854210" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Dec. 16 - Start of "<span style="font-style: italic;">Simbang Gabi</span>"gHeRahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11592453465637967489noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884597187279053338.post-91910022746068503642009-12-03T00:11:00.000-08:002009-12-03T07:36:19.154-08:00ARE YOU SERIOUS?<div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Honestly, My head get spinning around w/ random thoughts mainly occupied w/ anxiousness and nervousness. I don't have any idea on what the hell I'm doing this non-sense blog entry whereas most readers won't actually pay time to read. Maybe I caught up w/ a thought of letting go of this weird feeling so that it won't actually stuck up in my mind. <span style="font-style: italic;">Simply, I only want myself to realize that <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">everything</span> will goes out well so never "myself" worry w/ anything and everything under the sun so help me God lol. </span><br /><ul><li>Here's the deal, I have this situation wherein I have to put my faith in God into test or in simple words... I committed a big RISK. You might find it vague for I can't further elaborate so please understand.Yes, it's odd but <span style="font-weight: bold;">seriously</span> it <span style="font-weight: bold;">serious</span>! I have no other weapon but FAITH IN GOD.</li><li>Should I easily believe in a thing w/ no clear security or guarantee? Two things that makes me stand to it are vocal statement assuring positive outcomes and family friend's referral. Are they enough? I'm so confused.</li><li>Do I have to expect that I can achieve what was planned from the very start since they promised me guaranteed outcome? Yeah. I'm such an idiot! Of course I know the answer but please blame my mind coz it keeps on lingering up here.</li><li>I don't want to end up in stupidity! I can't help it for I am so <span style="font-style: italic;">desperate </span>that I can do anything to get in my goal and break the ice. Classified as risk-taker but does that thing worth the risk? worth the wait?<br /></li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">The above statement consisted w/ <span style="font-style: italic;">blahblahblah </span>thoughts of an insane girl so please don't read in case you don't wish to be like her. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Seriously</span>, I'm so <span style="font-weight: bold;">serious </span>and yes I'm being redundant. It shows how lousy I am and weird at the same time. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Seriously</span> again, I'm not worrying mainly w/ my wholeness alone but w/ utmost dedication to my family who I'd like to give <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">everything</span> and <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">everything</span>..is there anything else than <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">everything</span>??? That made me <span style="font-weight: bold;">seriously</span> worry like hell coz I'm damn <span style="font-style: italic;">desperate</span> but w/ my <span style="font-style: italic;">desperate </span>intention I hope that God will not let me go and still have pity on me most esp. at this <span style="font-style: italic;">very highest{?}</span> peak of my life.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Lord God, Help me w/ this need. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">I know</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"> I'm being too demanding however this goes out not for myself alone but for my family. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"> I know</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"> you never failed to grant my wishes every time I asked from you. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">I know </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">that I'm deserving but please let this be my stepping stone for much improvement in the future ahead of me. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">I know </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">you are busy watching each one of your creation but can you put a glimpse on me for a while? </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">I know</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"> you won't give up on me. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">I know</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"> you love me.</span><br /></blockquote></div><span style="font-weight: bold;">FB Update:</span><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWD9ZtXwryAUzBJm_Xmag18ygNj7pyt5KwwucydZvNFVph3mOKhUitETcLaynJIoU0qJK7aIz0c-ZqQcK2mPpFvJkrATBc9lBtNBdwT-qu_SXkM3qipJV3-g9HcR0tYfJsYOcXjpAPljnH/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_01+Nov.+15+08.43F.GIF"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 29px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWD9ZtXwryAUzBJm_Xmag18ygNj7pyt5KwwucydZvNFVph3mOKhUitETcLaynJIoU0qJK7aIz0c-ZqQcK2mPpFvJkrATBc9lBtNBdwT-qu_SXkM3qipJV3-g9HcR0tYfJsYOcXjpAPljnH/s320/ScreenHunter_01+Nov.+15+08.43F.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410924357527830226" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" >-</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" >->>> Made me smile yesterday. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" >An ultimate HS crush btw. He n</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" >ever knew me anyways. LOL.But I have to make his identity a </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" >mystery for privacy purposes.LOL<span style="font-style: italic;">. "meganooon??"</span><br /></span></div>gHeRahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11592453465637967489noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884597187279053338.post-58527596906881838612009-11-26T22:04:00.001-08:002009-11-29T00:51:36.321-08:00NEW MOON MANIA!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUY3WKwIpIz0xGU6YPp65BjdASkdzE5-jyg_vgRRQHKHCrhBnebSCM-J8kIgEOnYfkFR_WElKzE8VFolRXApdtaxRebSsAPPI6JBUQNqoXYMN3deqiuZKRcLyydFrbztj_NznzqxM7PxuA/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUY3WKwIpIz0xGU6YPp65BjdASkdzE5-jyg_vgRRQHKHCrhBnebSCM-J8kIgEOnYfkFR_WElKzE8VFolRXApdtaxRebSsAPPI6JBUQNqoXYMN3deqiuZKRcLyydFrbztj_NznzqxM7PxuA/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409445418065140882" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;">The self-proclaimed addicted gal took quite a few photos w/ the casts of twilight saga/new moon. That's a rare chance so why not grabbed it.LOL. After long days of waiting, at last people will congratulate me coz I'm already one of the million people who have watched one of the most anticipated movie of a</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ll time. Just a trivia : Did you know that New Moon breaks the <a href="http://www.deadline.com/hollywood/new-moon-broke-international-records/">International Records</a>? Not a big deal coz it only brought its worldwide gross to $258.8 million so far. Isn't amazing? Anywhoo, who would have thought that it will flop? I guess none of our wildest imagination considering Twilight's monster hit a year ago.<br /><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">And yes, I agree w/ all those crazy ladies going insane over Jacob's hottie body but then again, I'm team Edward all the way! LMAO!</span><br /></blockquote><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFL16XORMCqrp_AHlYT5D-2RulDO5mF_1t4rhowJeqqqvcEpxaEqDlIITIq8mujyvDHQv8Ku1k_fpSW19Iiy50RE8yZP7McBpXCndpaaoRQ3wx_UNMXJHQnDB9ndT0Iziyk2tw4WAWUkfW/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFL16XORMCqrp_AHlYT5D-2RulDO5mF_1t4rhowJeqqqvcEpxaEqDlIITIq8mujyvDHQv8Ku1k_fpSW19Iiy50RE8yZP7McBpXCndpaaoRQ3wx_UNMXJHQnDB9ndT0Iziyk2tw4WAWUkfW/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408673988208670210" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />After the movie, erisa and i took snapshots @ the great x'mas deco. at the main lounge of MOA.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuGsX_0B4EYxSR3vBBcrzrMNHGRW2Uq5Ba8ZQFJ9f7egO-lvKnqKZs8WxxgwzYZgnNkUa0OqWbf51bD_xwlEJmL4esp5Gqc102btBwV4GqxbY6QCVzHwt6utRgw8FffK1dMeAzZOAmHGSL/s1600/DSC06489.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuGsX_0B4EYxSR3vBBcrzrMNHGRW2Uq5Ba8ZQFJ9f7egO-lvKnqKZs8WxxgwzYZgnNkUa0OqWbf51bD_xwlEJmL4esp5Gqc102btBwV4GqxbY6QCVzHwt6utRgw8FffK1dMeAzZOAmHGSL/s320/DSC06489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408677071957969842" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">RED</span> theme xmas tree<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivNOxatEcBaviq52CUn-5yovzRgODj5Zkge29R8inwNLIjTxUgGfYFX6MO7Aj-xuaz2s1GlZfrtvrAFqdUeXAgBs7caJbK81pNkw2QyZkN03nsFYrXvBl288utOnSrn9hyIDKGW3Blwk82/s1600/DSC06491.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivNOxatEcBaviq52CUn-5yovzRgODj5Zkge29R8inwNLIjTxUgGfYFX6MO7Aj-xuaz2s1GlZfrtvrAFqdUeXAgBs7caJbK81pNkw2QyZkN03nsFYrXvBl288utOnSrn9hyIDKGW3Blwk82/s320/DSC06491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408677060489424946" border="0" /></a><br />Dancing Toy statues in the tune of jingle bells & other xmas songs<br /></div>gHeRahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11592453465637967489noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884597187279053338.post-54712423049920371582009-11-23T23:19:00.000-08:002009-11-26T18:10:06.430-08:00ADAM LAMBERT @ AMA's<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5y45H7ip2PUNDndg1nVh9jZtiSwhXa78RfPm9QsS0VsTnTN97od1VBwr6O_rWNR2of03DDi8OxLrNf9I2qQvYPv9CFv2Pm8Z9xMZqN1EqvGNMatnPTghKDlqPlsXpJ0ENXNOhwKFiO3F3/s1600/normal_93314272_10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5y45H7ip2PUNDndg1nVh9jZtiSwhXa78RfPm9QsS0VsTnTN97od1VBwr6O_rWNR2of03DDi8OxLrNf9I2qQvYPv9CFv2Pm8Z9xMZqN1EqvGNMatnPTghKDlqPlsXpJ0ENXNOhwKFiO3F3/s320/normal_93314272_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407576194054292914" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;">If you're quite exposed to entertainment world, you must be aware of the new talk of town that has been spread over the internet and some current Hollywood news. Not that I'm an avid Hollywood gossips follower, it's just that I have my twitter account and by curiosity, I wondered what the heck Adam Lambert listed on the trending topic, and yeah knowing the fact that I'm a huge fan of Him since the last idol season. So I researched and by then I learned that a certain AMA's just held last sunday night (American time). The much talked about Adam's performance burst further my curiosity so why not watch it on Youtube. Apparently, I went on shock but at the same time such performance was in line w/ the image of Adam so nothing surprising about that. He actually sang his debut single "For your Entertainment". Honestly the song was great and in my opinion, he just portrayed what is asking by the song lyrics and music. It was sensual, image of sexual slavery, <span style="font-size:100%;">risqué for some people, in short, He showed his dangerous</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> side.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />There was crotch rub and make-out session w/ his pianist w/c are definitely insane and hilarious. You can feel the energy and zest! An artistic way of freedom of expression as he always wanted people to realize. He doesn't perform for every single person thus, he dedicated his performance to those people who share the same passion and do appreciate his interpretation of the song lyrics. Besides, Adam doesn't meant to upset any of the AMA's viewers, he just doing this for plain fun and there's no big deal w/ regards to that.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDVPQWimdF-Gyva6BqrI9XFfov8PiWIeIzvLhJ7rQNUEL-ecU1bASnIUACNJSJnEI2FQeI2olLQuZRf51NifEItMx3JXhm7i7J98FbjXNv4Cy5xgtkVOPWAped9HWEaREBqTqM3l1o_2dm/s1600/normal_93312739_10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDVPQWimdF-Gyva6BqrI9XFfov8PiWIeIzvLhJ7rQNUEL-ecU1bASnIUACNJSJnEI2FQeI2olLQuZRf51NifEItMx3JXhm7i7J98FbjXNv4Cy5xgtkVOPWAped9HWEaREBqTqM3l1o_2dm/s320/normal_93312739_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407576194701630930" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyDPnf2EihXLDh2g4OCfM7ggmGNP0Dd6bM976GIFk9jyoN9Q1mL-HUHc1mTKuO6aDxdEnYDnE9p6I_DSNCb8hgIyucJYZxJyCr7dmdWNqKk2__IEXpNhSv670nZCQpT_cFvUbrRraLXYtY/s1600/normal_93312531_10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyDPnf2EihXLDh2g4OCfM7ggmGNP0Dd6bM976GIFk9jyoN9Q1mL-HUHc1mTKuO6aDxdEnYDnE9p6I_DSNCb8hgIyucJYZxJyCr7dmdWNqKk2__IEXpNhSv670nZCQpT_cFvUbrRraLXYtY/s320/normal_93312531_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407576200163244066" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">X-rated scenes: face-crotch & make out sessions<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi67WfjtNy6piHbMlQAERTqkHA4p_MEz0GOv88aiEFDkRRwm7uD7VzQwxzJMDkTWOhAyfQR_Yy7OtrufcaKNkmxBChgFhyphenhyphenxvyZDNX9XzToGUPrazo8fJGZ-irznK1J4qEoGTVr1XtPrlkM-/s1600/normal_93313249_10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi67WfjtNy6piHbMlQAERTqkHA4p_MEz0GOv88aiEFDkRRwm7uD7VzQwxzJMDkTWOhAyfQR_Yy7OtrufcaKNkmxBChgFhyphenhyphenxvyZDNX9XzToGUPrazo8fJGZ-irznK1J4qEoGTVr1XtPrlkM-/s320/normal_93313249_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407576207141417698" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><a id="status_star_5971304230" class="fav-action non-fav" title="favorite this tweet"> @ </a><span class="status-body"><a href="http://twitter.com/adamlambert"><strong></strong></a><strong><a class="tweet-url screen-name" title="Adam Lambert">adamlambert</a></strong> <span class="actions"><div> </div></span> <span class="entry-content"><span style="font-style: italic;">All hail freedom of expression and artistic integrity. :) fans: I adore u.</span><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/adamlambert">via twitter</a></span></span><br /></blockquote><div style="text-align: left;"><blockquote style="font-style: italic;">After the performance, his first since American Idol, Lambert said: "I'm hoping people were entertained. For those who weren't, maybe I'm not your cup of tea."</blockquote>Lesson here: Be prepared as Adam Lambert hits the stage, he'll just steal the thunder! Seriously, keep in mind the vital word R-E-S-P-E-C-T. I simply adore him coz he's REAL.<br /></div></div> </div>gHeRahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11592453465637967489noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884597187279053338.post-57943435086308838122009-11-18T21:36:00.000-08:002009-11-21T22:26:07.670-08:00WE WERE WARNED!<div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><div style="text-align: justify;">We were warned by the Mayans since according to ancient history, they created a calendar w/c is set to end its cycle on December 21, 2012. It will make us wonder what will happen if Mayan calendar reached the end of its 13th cycle? End of the world? I'm not really familiar w/ the reputation of Mayans w/ regards to their prophecy w/c are well-chronicled and examined by renowned scientists but as for my research, Mayans based most of their findings w/ regards to the world, planets /universe by <span style="font-weight: bold;">NUMBERS</span> w/c are somehow accurate. We'll never know unless we've reached year 2012, at least, we were warned.<br /></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Upon browsing the net world, I came to discover things that quite unimaginative further bringing me to a world with a lots of possibilities in accordance with scie</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ntific explanation. The fifth world finished in1987, I learned that by 2012, the sixth world, </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">everything goes out blanked. It's yet to unfold and actually it's up to us how we co-create a new world from scratches. However everything is mutating. Currently we are in "between worlds" or the apocalypse. Meaning to say, the truth shall unveil. This is the time where many people will experience major changes in different aspects of their lives. Changes that maybe personal or in re</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">lation w/ others.</span><br /><br />Mayan Calendar provides the exact calculation or schedule of cosmic plan and the unfolding of all things that came into existence and it let us understand the past and foresee the future. It's as well a gateway to the worlds of consciousness for us to be eye-opened w/ the things surrounds us w/c for most of the time blinded by false beliefs in other diversionary calendars. Things exist for a reason and w/ accordance to a divine cosmic plan.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">The main essence of these prophecy leads us to a realization that literally or abstractly we are experiencing such marvelous changes associated w/ what Ma</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">yans were trying to imply as to the real definition of "end of times". Yes, it's scaring and making us worried on what if the end is near. Some would criticize and considering it a myth w/ no tangible and accurate explanation. Apparently, they will just put it on trash like piece of</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> sh*t w/o further analyzing it's depth meaning to humanity. But of course, who would actually fully believe in such prophecy? My only point here is that whether or not there's a truth behind the quickening of the world, we humans must be more conscious and open-minded w/ the implication of the message of the Mayans. Maybe there's no major drastic dramatic catastrophe will happened in that exact time but then there's a fact that little by little or more, the earth is being devastated caused by humans carelessness. In fact, as the time goes by, lot of humans already experienced tragedy an</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">d disasters and still counting. Later by later, the catastrophes are getting worst if so you haven't realized yet. Fast growth of death and devastation of the gift of resources have already took place in different sides of the world, some were actually unimaginative to imagine.</span> These thoughts are all cliche and no improvement since then.<br /><br />We, beings w/ different races, cultures, beliefs must weave together all the productive knowledge in order to create a tapestry of harmony and balance.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Tv1upRWR3JArBiQ7E0n7_c-yFOd7p0dpuzJtJn5nNszk1JpBjaBUNRx_EL7zqJqQ0x4mfZRdtrHdOvKT-_bFkcpm-FLuakzNquRbPU-f0VIOyyMzC1npDop63JbvNZoMNKeP_w86Sa_J/s1600/DSC06362.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Tv1upRWR3JArBiQ7E0n7_c-yFOd7p0dpuzJtJn5nNszk1JpBjaBUNRx_EL7zqJqQ0x4mfZRdtrHdOvKT-_bFkcpm-FLuakzNquRbPU-f0VIOyyMzC1npDop63JbvNZoMNKeP_w86Sa_J/s320/DSC06362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405717660639433698" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8_pgcNgp_Kj3TQL6ODYvVPWEex2dQqcyIP5nL0MlcyFNLzIsK0D-G_QMUVW8DfvLDKEqaHy77W30dKf7TKbYp40r4tQeQNZN_uYH_UXX68Qp_SWnHHsl769VbamW5zwO5PY0XkXNnPcL7/s1600/DSC06352.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8_pgcNgp_Kj3TQL6ODYvVPWEex2dQqcyIP5nL0MlcyFNLzIsK0D-G_QMUVW8DfvLDKEqaHy77W30dKf7TKbYp40r4tQeQNZN_uYH_UXX68Qp_SWnHHsl769VbamW5zwO5PY0XkXNnPcL7/s320/DSC06352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405717668933778050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">The movie</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> 2012</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> is an eye-catching movie that changed my way of thinking and gives me more reason to appreciate the gift of life. The film was thrilling. Actually, it made me shocked from the very beginning up to the end w/o strings attached. Never boring and every scene caught by breathe away. I'm over acting, I'm just describing how i felt w/o being exaggerated. My first ever to see such movie that definitely made me screamed and jaw-dropped! The movie was made as if it was for real. The effects were remarkable. Nothing more to say! I'm speechless! Too scaring as for what most people characterize this movie. That was indeed scaring. I don't want to believe that such catastrophe might happen in the near future coz that's crazy. But I'm looking on it otherwise. It's an obviously warning that every Human should be guided of. Besides, death and loss of everything are both inescapable w/c is true. Yes, I'm afraid too. I'm afraid of tomorrow, later, and today because we never know how our lives surprise us. Everything are unexpected as much as we make belief that this is supposed to happen blah, blah, blah.. Nothing lasts forever as they say. </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Live life as if it's your last.</span> The ending shown that in the end, still, there's a bright future awaits. The movie indeed was not a total "end of the world" however there's a total "CHANGE" happened.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">DECEMBER 21, 2012</span> is actually my <span style="font-weight: bold;">BIRTHDAY</span>. Believe me or not, I'm super excited on what to expect that day will become. Funny, knowing that day will be the last day according to prophecy in w/c I'm looking forward to happen. There's weird feeling for me thinking of that date and seeing it over and over again in different posters and in internet. Again, I'm afraid coz they say the end is near but at the same time I'm happy coz if that so happened, I will achieve the everlasting happiness in God's paradise.<br /><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">A person once told to me that don't believe in "pamahiin", horoscopes, and other things that don't have any scientific basis or based in facts. Coz if you do, you're already neglecting God.</span><br /></blockquote><br /></div>gHeRahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11592453465637967489noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884597187279053338.post-39214956410167061362009-11-12T19:13:00.000-08:002009-11-12T19:24:29.946-08:002012 TRAILER<object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hz86TsGx3fc&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hz86TsGx3fc&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">THE END IS JUST THE BEGINNING....</span><br /><br /><blockquote>this movie scared me. Really dying to watch this. been waiting for months...finally. Still looking for time to drop in theater sooner.<br /></blockquote><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RheJdXCIjSo&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RheJdXCIjSo&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><blockquote>Feels great upon learning that Adam Lambert sang the official soundtrack of 2012. So AMAZING! Love Him!!!! great song that you shouldn't miss!</blockquote>gHeRahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11592453465637967489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884597187279053338.post-33694560817759770792009-11-08T23:38:00.001-08:002009-11-09T00:00:35.959-08:00CREATIVE MINDS, HELP ME!<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">I'm totally blank today but then I decided to write this blog for a change,yup alternative from massive eating caused by anxiety. I almost browsed tumblrs of strangers for the reason of curiosity and wanting to sight some scoop of bizarre things just to give any idea on what to do. I basically tried to edit but ending up w/ trash and start from scratch. I don't even managed to be concentrated and don't even created a work of art for the longest time I stayed here in the front of the laptop. I also sorted out pictures that maybe I can post but I can't seem ti find any interesting one. The environment here is too boring, all I hear are sounds of roosters, dogs and vehicles passing by. Still, I haven't heard yet the sounds of basketball ball in the front of the house where the basketball court located. My cousins are currently sleeping. My plan a while ago that was to edit a banner or something ,was again not achieved as I end up doing this blog. As I sigh here in the living room, I feel so upset knowing that I cannot be too creative to think of imaginative and cool ways to create a new work of art just what I usually do before/ last year. I'm totally broke sad to say. I still want to learn and master my arts. I want to be inspired to be able to do all my desires. That's the only concern I have for today.I know it's a little weird and me as well felt awkward w/ the ideology of this entry. LOL.<br /></div>gHeRahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11592453465637967489noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884597187279053338.post-28358943622261916542009-11-05T02:39:00.000-08:002009-11-24T04:57:28.082-08:00VOLUNTEER-ism<div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Look at me now, I'm blogging! It's kinda awful to just put this blog into trash for ages but definitely I'll be updating this as much as I can. I will not promise anything just to be sure, you can actually find my day-to-day updates on my </span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://gheraholic.tumblr.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><img style="width: 78px; height: 20px;" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/htz8lz.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>. So, what kept me up for months? I've doing volunteer stuffs for the whole month of September then eventually deteriorated in the 1st half on October. I quit for some reasons..<br /><br />Here's a peek of my workplace:<br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: webdings;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJHdclbL-_8ZvUHsyNlw6ZTiTRM21s4Gd0L9VoKDuOGbzWtFXSHTSpSRhU4Rqvn8DB4jfWNGq4P3aSNGaDVNtSQp-fs6QUVOVuzpy9uI79OKue_esI-DPzMjOwjeIgRO14NheX0E0xc0t1/s1600-h/DSC05086.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJHdclbL-_8ZvUHsyNlw6ZTiTRM21s4Gd0L9VoKDuOGbzWtFXSHTSpSRhU4Rqvn8DB4jfWNGq4P3aSNGaDVNtSQp-fs6QUVOVuzpy9uI79OKue_esI-DPzMjOwjeIgRO14NheX0E0xc0t1/s320/DSC05086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400569004066129570" border="0" /></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I was sort of haggard here. Taken inside the Recovery Room in OR.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvUW8yRolLqSX8z80Ob6KrGf16lbNdL61QqbfdVJ3pMdVOZ1r_FG-NVVNz0zmelV5VIcOoyRg0ZOkQEn2zelgiickLRkbUW3fO4aBGIIHONi6BXA5VyHnYh2xxGN5YOBwwDr6FwgkPu3ko/s1600-h/DSC04871.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvUW8yRolLqSX8z80Ob6KrGf16lbNdL61QqbfdVJ3pMdVOZ1r_FG-NVVNz0zmelV5VIcOoyRg0ZOkQEn2zelgiickLRkbUW3fO4aBGIIHONi6BXA5VyHnYh2xxGN5YOBwwDr6FwgkPu3ko/s320/DSC04871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400569685074342162" border="0" /></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Front of NICU where i stayed for a month.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHOHDPL4NqIRHBjE1GqI1oGIzNJl8-zQeLux4VmhE_oIw7qRDxnO9TCx2c_7cI1iJEJHrICfdXgZVMamTU2qe1k_wUqSGC-5JRDFuvOj09_9hqdGNxvJneW_70A2e4mfsi1DpvF80C1zfw/s1600-h/DSC04865.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHOHDPL4NqIRHBjE1GqI1oGIzNJl8-zQeLux4VmhE_oIw7qRDxnO9TCx2c_7cI1iJEJHrICfdXgZVMamTU2qe1k_wUqSGC-5JRDFuvOj09_9hqdGNxvJneW_70A2e4mfsi1DpvF80C1zfw/s320/DSC04865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400570246736743746" border="0" /></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Stairway going to the OR</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXuDrye4VeLcJqsg09neec84KrHH0vWv9WuMfQh3t78NXa4nlct2gTEjaFfPxfmC6fLvTUqsM0byDxCpvIZKGIa8fJjq-wzvs-aLAOsfkjuyzK72DwZ9JLsut48qkf9YwL86ehB6gPOGUp/s1600-h/DSC04876.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXuDrye4VeLcJqsg09neec84KrHH0vWv9WuMfQh3t78NXa4nlct2gTEjaFfPxfmC6fLvTUqsM0byDxCpvIZKGIa8fJjq-wzvs-aLAOsfkjuyzK72DwZ9JLsut48qkf9YwL86ehB6gPOGUp/s320/DSC04876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400570832706336466" border="0" /></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I'm w/ rachelle inside the wash room!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFnzZcYwJpqTpzzpa3ssJAZfGdlqIJRGaclOj0TDTIVaKblyJfSbAXp0tJrCw0DCtNbmaxcnDMlK71mUZ50Tw6bpJY757JbdyXP7Hv5f5zPkFO873hOac5M0ZeUmoADSgB8msLiLf_7my9/s1600-h/DSC04877.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFnzZcYwJpqTpzzpa3ssJAZfGdlqIJRGaclOj0TDTIVaKblyJfSbAXp0tJrCw0DCtNbmaxcnDMlK71mUZ50Tw6bpJY757JbdyXP7Hv5f5zPkFO873hOac5M0ZeUmoADSgB8msLiLf_7my9/s320/DSC04877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400571375453163874" border="0" /></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Noemi.Ghe.Mam Nanette.Mam Jane. NICU family. Blurry though.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Volunteer-ism </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">{that's the way I called it} made me feel the profession that I'm into w/ is being a Nurse. Though our tasks are just to assist the staff nurses, I felt like a real one since I'm wearing those scrubs w/c was my dream back in college. Yeah, I'm so "</span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">mababaw</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">" or should I say weird. Ever since, I made myself believe that once I wore that scrub suits once I've been a certified Registered Nurse, was a big achievement ever! Regardless of the fact that there's no compensation from wearing that even a single penny. But as I reflect as the day goes by while working in hours, sometimes overtime, I realized that I'm not getting what I deserves. I'm not talking about money but I will not fool myself if it's not included. What's my concern is the only thing that made me woke myself early in the morning just to head myself off to the hospital were the enthusiast to learn and be hands-on. There's certain things that we are allowed to do inside the hospital. Knowing that the hospital is a private hospital, there's no question why they do not allow volunteers to take charge w/ some of nurse's duty. That's the main factor w/c made me lazier to go there and serve them whoever they are. Another factor absolutely is the fact that I'm too ambitious. I want to get rid of life here in Ph though I'm loving it in here but we must be more practical. I will never get RICH here for God's sake. I have numerous dreams yet to achieve. The reason why I made a decision to stoop down w/ my pride and EGO. Because I think </span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">EGO</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> cannot make me a multi-billionaire! LOL. However choosing this path will absolutely not fulfill my essence as a person. That thought is I know not helpful so I'm taking it aside and be </span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">POSITIVE</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">. It's not yet the right time to elaborate much about my plan coz it might flew away. Please pray for me coz that's what I needed the most. </span></span><br /></div></div>gHeRahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11592453465637967489noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4884597187279053338.post-14390421512370649422009-11-03T22:38:00.000-08:002009-11-23T23:13:35.447-08:00HALLOWEEN 2009<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghml58J76q4pGsnd5-s4xSO1E-wIFVqolT8Y8YxvK-r6_HsaIM6H_bXnR94DCY5cthaBs7fvQF6Yr8TojAtToVYS7E-B1wCsLgSkuS2uhAsfE4Tg5-xmbuL19LmHEZIDVurt8EpjqnzM_9/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghml58J76q4pGsnd5-s4xSO1E-wIFVqolT8Y8YxvK-r6_HsaIM6H_bXnR94DCY5cthaBs7fvQF6Yr8TojAtToVYS7E-B1wCsLgSkuS2uhAsfE4Tg5-xmbuL19LmHEZIDVurt8EpjqnzM_9/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401621093404246674" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; 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