tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63973866429870156032024-03-05T08:15:39.533-08:00The Dark SideThe evil in me...ewikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05277754762837062084noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397386642987015603.post-67907883329604016182010-04-28T00:35:00.000-07:002010-04-28T01:22:19.916-07:00"Refilling Station"I don’t know why I opened my account and why I am writing something here but what amazes me is my friend here, Dora. She is always updating her posts and every time she is posting something, she looks so satisfied. I maybe encourage visiting my blog through Dora.<br /><br />It’s been a very long time since I had my last post. I can still remember posting something for Arianne, as what is seen on my last post. Remembering my last post, is somewhat like reminiscing my memories in TN. I can only post something in my blog when I’m in that office and right now, I’m still in an office, still in a publication. But in a different one, let’s just say that this office is more real. It’s an actual motion of what the real world of journalism is all about.<br /><br />I do not know where to start but one of the purposes why I’m writing something in my blog is because I want to share what I have experienced here in the real world. Let’s start with the set up of the office here. Our office is a three-storey building and specifically, I’m in the third floor. When you try to enter the office, you can already see different sets of cubicles where there are people who are busy encoding at their own computers. Aisde from that, others are just roaming around to chat with their co-workers and stuffs.<br /><br />The facilities of the office are good and accessible; almost all of the cubicles have computers which is the usual setting of an office. The air condition is as cold as ice, televisions are also present and the comfort rooms are there. One of the most memorable areas in the office is the so called “refilling station”. You may imagine a room or something that has a technology that really refills water but it’s true. We are actually refilling our own bottles of water but not that big. It’s actually a 500-ml bottle and the likes. <br /><br />Let me describe the area, it’s a small corner of the office that has a dispenser and a gallon of mineral water. It’s simple as that. We call it a “refilling station” because we (interns), used to “refill” our bottles to the point that we almost empty it considering that the amount of the water is still almost full.<br /><br />Well, I guess this is it for now sah.. I have to log out because somebody will use the computer..hehehe.. I hope I can post another tomorrow.. Bye for now..ewikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05277754762837062084noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397386642987015603.post-23344861582419561522009-11-18T19:03:00.000-08:002009-11-18T19:21:05.731-08:00You can do it froglet...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ZpNc7e6_bi3B9yt0TdO5aLZ6x3wX34wKxtkScm6ppeKrkXBIwafc9w3JfkQ_VoQ7N8yjV_z5AEkmqWhsgGFk5xcL-QdnrA6YhpCDNFahoUSifoOFJLzCdVXo49qb-R6EqzdccKrNVpPb/s1600/101_0973.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ZpNc7e6_bi3B9yt0TdO5aLZ6x3wX34wKxtkScm6ppeKrkXBIwafc9w3JfkQ_VoQ7N8yjV_z5AEkmqWhsgGFk5xcL-QdnrA6YhpCDNFahoUSifoOFJLzCdVXo49qb-R6EqzdccKrNVpPb/s320/101_0973.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405645878166447682" /></a><br /><br />I was not surprised of the news that her family is sick but I was surprised of the fact that Arianne Rose Gargantiel is leaving the publication. I was surprised because she is a great loss in the publication considering that she is one of the assets. Aside from that, there will be no more froglet who is so makulit and malambing.<br /><br />On the other hand, I was not surprised of the thought that her family is sick because I know that she is a strong person and a unique one. I know she can do it and she can make it. <br /><br />I will not make this post long because I can't find the words to express what I want to but I just want to tell that she has been a part of my life and she is one of the special people I treasure.<br /><br />Yanz, I don't know how to say this but I just want you to know that we are always here for you in case you need our shoulders. Pray always yanz. Ask for guidance and enlightenment... We will miss you!ewikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05277754762837062084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397386642987015603.post-14825624488265782922009-11-16T23:55:00.000-08:002009-11-17T00:07:53.519-08:00Missin' my bez...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1vY-2441DR8WqeZf21wj1p5INOkYuw9CLkqs4ZalXQkzpY5Vrkqca56coL2Vxj4A7aFGFeGKAIm0nwIk7tswVpZ8-W7Prsgp5IWAbJdjpjiaakZHMGtPtMC9e0Z8FdlYQiySh-eYAsPAZ/s1600/marg-bhaus+(28).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1vY-2441DR8WqeZf21wj1p5INOkYuw9CLkqs4ZalXQkzpY5Vrkqca56coL2Vxj4A7aFGFeGKAIm0nwIk7tswVpZ8-W7Prsgp5IWAbJdjpjiaakZHMGtPtMC9e0Z8FdlYQiySh-eYAsPAZ/s320/marg-bhaus+(28).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404978264619053570" /></a><br /><br />A one of a kind person who makes people around him laugh like there is no more tomorrow. A person who dances like he won't lack energy. A person who makes everyone important. And that's Noriel Bajon Jr. "Bez!"<br /><br />I won't say all of the things I want to say because I don't know where and how to start but one thing is for sure, this person is always treasured.<br /><br />Thank you for everything... Missing you bez! Break a leg and God bless!ewikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05277754762837062084noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397386642987015603.post-42823931305390385602009-11-10T23:09:00.000-08:002009-11-12T05:02:11.973-08:00New MoonHere's a some of the pictures of my most anticipated sequel, twilight saga: new moon...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYM9iUCFVHRXj6bIZNdhhBzhxSbdEtIqINWO8ks2ZNzEFNL_S9ZKNpLwAC4oNsC1KAfO8pWMYvHXI3rw4B9gGroWOO659KWAkdbHtT0yWFzCHwmi79_gDVnIGKSbsyf-K6SGNtCMUavuB0/s1600-h/newmoon_logo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYM9iUCFVHRXj6bIZNdhhBzhxSbdEtIqINWO8ks2ZNzEFNL_S9ZKNpLwAC4oNsC1KAfO8pWMYvHXI3rw4B9gGroWOO659KWAkdbHtT0yWFzCHwmi79_gDVnIGKSbsyf-K6SGNtCMUavuB0/s320/newmoon_logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402741465672932610" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRG4CX4OFnGuz46qYQQbFWvetJpWDsH6-AHZ-OaQYFFNAevSwTKVzdOlJrG9qPYn5PU3U-VPBsfW3zdMb4dQW4HXz4zP5m0C0jWlsFPiBdeieFxOWYAlrhuNYiv3URzHfAQnzvYYbDOVHF/s1600-h/new-moon.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRG4CX4OFnGuz46qYQQbFWvetJpWDsH6-AHZ-OaQYFFNAevSwTKVzdOlJrG9qPYn5PU3U-VPBsfW3zdMb4dQW4HXz4zP5m0C0jWlsFPiBdeieFxOWYAlrhuNYiv3URzHfAQnzvYYbDOVHF/s320/new-moon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402741465921315202" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgib8LUo8S-aCoDBj1C4YxpvW4qeA-G4fuPGT1YBF4so93ZUL5AigP4mrSEO-mW-ke308FHImVxJAG4Q3cBgfH0OlzEa1KvaChouMHSSzfcI0k8ZGUJ5sr-qcZv3TK7kMrsReScaLY9NBqD/s1600-h/new+moon_wall+paper.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgib8LUo8S-aCoDBj1C4YxpvW4qeA-G4fuPGT1YBF4so93ZUL5AigP4mrSEO-mW-ke308FHImVxJAG4Q3cBgfH0OlzEa1KvaChouMHSSzfcI0k8ZGUJ5sr-qcZv3TK7kMrsReScaLY9NBqD/s320/new+moon_wall+paper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402741473066586754" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQh0MIvM6VkawXqOj0B9mgyGdo_mCVvFjeT8F-RqaEAvwIIuLdJELdb4DdT35almwBwxTLKlhSu1knm6O0roE__IYyR4dFDh4e4Bo_VR_NPxDV2sxG7yCNbUv_Tovy61X4AqC1HZOQR-1/s1600-h/new_moon_pattinson_stewart.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQh0MIvM6VkawXqOj0B9mgyGdo_mCVvFjeT8F-RqaEAvwIIuLdJELdb4DdT35almwBwxTLKlhSu1knm6O0roE__IYyR4dFDh4e4Bo_VR_NPxDV2sxG7yCNbUv_Tovy61X4AqC1HZOQR-1/s320/new_moon_pattinson_stewart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402741479106824706" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1VVd7vspPGjie5uTH43xF82F2kVz_IvtuSGIhFaVe3Bik3Ykf11s_E0vOXt27Q6EdhSBiE7AueI_hibLD1KuhhehwBqM1F_lAZ4Kknmix-cwjqtFB6IECPXimiizVKhqfBdDe1CUyrFm8/s1600-h/nm_volturi_crop_6701.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1VVd7vspPGjie5uTH43xF82F2kVz_IvtuSGIhFaVe3Bik3Ykf11s_E0vOXt27Q6EdhSBiE7AueI_hibLD1KuhhehwBqM1F_lAZ4Kknmix-cwjqtFB6IECPXimiizVKhqfBdDe1CUyrFm8/s320/nm_volturi_crop_6701.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402741486365518802" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI2Oq2Ftr6NKiejM7A8018FhuLNhyl0G2cPxy85c3dP7oi7BYju5vMUDoZOnOCVQ-ySZqedpPoGi4P5syoY947Ib_WxB-iCDXYjz9mxalk5wAQpIkvM2QxwuvURxNNS7xZSjjlP2CYFqVZ/s1600-h/twilight-new-moon-wolf-pack.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI2Oq2Ftr6NKiejM7A8018FhuLNhyl0G2cPxy85c3dP7oi7BYju5vMUDoZOnOCVQ-ySZqedpPoGi4P5syoY947Ib_WxB-iCDXYjz9mxalk5wAQpIkvM2QxwuvURxNNS7xZSjjlP2CYFqVZ/s320/twilight-new-moon-wolf-pack.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402742001218647538" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgppC3VNxfqivPY349ds8u09GhSvkCHitCO1955anMnq8Y6DtMyti5aFo_dbxuS6difDUM9j8PiUncthy-5psvvkJTe8AadxQWyru6pZOtdKbONj7ZSba8ck4i1XSu0WMO62l6_3zvkpScu/s1600-h/vampire_royalty.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgppC3VNxfqivPY349ds8u09GhSvkCHitCO1955anMnq8Y6DtMyti5aFo_dbxuS6difDUM9j8PiUncthy-5psvvkJTe8AadxQWyru6pZOtdKbONj7ZSba8ck4i1XSu0WMO62l6_3zvkpScu/s320/vampire_royalty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402741992124929970" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBx1wIcbdQlr2KX1vXuZBe2fKR2jJxpc-SBjpMr6P794AGZbWntMXyENNH0KYNPjG1_iL6FZf34kc3TlLBTTz0T2a6cJvD_CxhmtIaS8fscalgFHPGRfRa60epr3XsMfvz38HpVCW7DtT_/s1600-h/New-Moon-Wallpaper-Werewolves-twilight-series-7428188-1920-12001-1024x640.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBx1wIcbdQlr2KX1vXuZBe2fKR2jJxpc-SBjpMr6P794AGZbWntMXyENNH0KYNPjG1_iL6FZf34kc3TlLBTTz0T2a6cJvD_CxhmtIaS8fscalgFHPGRfRa60epr3XsMfvz38HpVCW7DtT_/s320/New-Moon-Wallpaper-Werewolves-twilight-series-7428188-1920-12001-1024x640.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402741982767776514" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsaFwZwko7sT0zCn00PTYA4KHvPhFCZBQ12kwpfGonTvlTCL81IOYbZtH3RInLRAYlKLEcRL4cbNg64lpBzznf_SvwkDFHHFxbH5X9EZ4bMhy1hX5d3D-4f2XJk8R1QZw8QEmn43UK0TIf/s1600-h/TwilightNewMoon_lines.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsaFwZwko7sT0zCn00PTYA4KHvPhFCZBQ12kwpfGonTvlTCL81IOYbZtH3RInLRAYlKLEcRL4cbNg64lpBzznf_SvwkDFHHFxbH5X9EZ4bMhy1hX5d3D-4f2XJk8R1QZw8QEmn43UK0TIf/s320/TwilightNewMoon_lines.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402741989286938242" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGCMiBFDeLlZxCZ6vAENnIxmTTEVScu9P_sNmGryfePIC-SA64Vv7dOO8cT_pbHg9wV5f-_YcP2LiMFr_56zFUt-D-KLjSgtygRlSStjsKvWz0wibs-dH-ko7W5Tyc-GjOeRlcKRj4hNDn/s1600-h/99458_comic-con-2009-inside-the-summit-new-moon-screening.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGCMiBFDeLlZxCZ6vAENnIxmTTEVScu9P_sNmGryfePIC-SA64Vv7dOO8cT_pbHg9wV5f-_YcP2LiMFr_56zFUt-D-KLjSgtygRlSStjsKvWz0wibs-dH-ko7W5Tyc-GjOeRlcKRj4hNDn/s320/99458_comic-con-2009-inside-the-summit-new-moon-screening.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402743145667429970" /></a><br /><br />Who is a better director? twilight vs. new moon<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLdZjoLAnGjWmk6MNtF6A_jVLyDwJq1Dpm3mOnmlRrwdTwD_egWQ9SFGhDHsgZ5j5Qw5Cp39UWXoFsAn1QtNNZAchtg4WE5Xz4LpiQd4PZdI-6YcE8EyQyHTC71RHHgkmgJ6W5730cTVxa/s1600-h/new-moon-vs-twilight-facebook.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLdZjoLAnGjWmk6MNtF6A_jVLyDwJq1Dpm3mOnmlRrwdTwD_egWQ9SFGhDHsgZ5j5Qw5Cp39UWXoFsAn1QtNNZAchtg4WE5Xz4LpiQd4PZdI-6YcE8EyQyHTC71RHHgkmgJ6W5730cTVxa/s320/new-moon-vs-twilight-facebook.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402743321284569554" /></a>ewikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05277754762837062084noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397386642987015603.post-28288344423805848932009-11-08T21:32:00.000-08:002009-11-08T22:38:55.592-08:00I was disappointed<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOrD0UASEvUS-iW7ywni_0Ir4js7cH2S1iqAFA3DhjmkHYfrZTmt8QiceONr_kw5RVhCsj3yy4blk-SQmvynWytOzFFhDEpgMZIeF3YCLRgtLwc-88amJWTy88JpTxdqF7WelWgvD1OsmC/s1600-h/disappointed-sabah-javaid.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOrD0UASEvUS-iW7ywni_0Ir4js7cH2S1iqAFA3DhjmkHYfrZTmt8QiceONr_kw5RVhCsj3yy4blk-SQmvynWytOzFFhDEpgMZIeF3YCLRgtLwc-88amJWTy88JpTxdqF7WelWgvD1OsmC/s320/disappointed-sabah-javaid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401989616783812850" /></a><br /><br />It was a total disappointment...<br /><br />Have you felt that feeling of excitement that you can achieve something? Did you already expect and later on found out that you were just wasting your time? Have you experienced a feeling of total disappointment? Well I guess I just did.<br /><br />I mentioned in my last post that I'm confident that I could finish my enrollment today but to my disappointment, I did not. It was a relief to me this morning when I got my control number and by just looking at it, I know that the long wait is almost over. I was just blogging this morning so that my time would be consumed with something sensible since it was announced that those who have control numbers from 13,101 up will be this afternoon. <br /><br />When the clock ticked at about past one, I hurriedly went to the encoding area to wait for my number. We even chatted with one of my co member in the publication but when the assigned personnel announced that they will just encode students who have the control numbers from 13,101 up to 13,900; I could not utter a word. I was speechless because I was expecting that I could finish my enrollment today. It was like I was already washing my hands so that I could already eat but then there was already no food. The feeling is something like that... It was like "oh!"...<br /><br />I just said to myself, "it's okay... May bukas pa." Oo nga naman, but the fact remains that I expected a lot and in the end there's nothing but a total disappointment... Haay...!ewikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05277754762837062084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397386642987015603.post-21203037100401928902009-11-06T00:48:00.000-08:002009-11-06T01:15:49.054-08:00Almost there<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ-hW7XhJQPiWYF1CV_t57GKZO-lRiMPkbC3Axu24TragDDLWj8za5FOD2vEZuFb33GAOpuS1blXVq_kqwDkVvCd-qBbeyxRgbWgAIjEzderrPtDsC4uLTWMvcwccuiJH6jWZO6x8QLsKn/s1600-h/almost+there.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ-hW7XhJQPiWYF1CV_t57GKZO-lRiMPkbC3Axu24TragDDLWj8za5FOD2vEZuFb33GAOpuS1blXVq_kqwDkVvCd-qBbeyxRgbWgAIjEzderrPtDsC4uLTWMvcwccuiJH6jWZO6x8QLsKn/s320/almost+there.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400916601687891122" /></a><br /><br />This day is almost over and I'm still not yet finish with my enrollment. I cannot exactly tell when am I going to finish my enrollment but I'm aiming to finish it by Monday next week. <br /><br />My enrollment form is still at the Dean's office so that it would be signed by the dean. After that, I will still photocopy the receipts and everything before I can get my control number and then fall in line for encoding. I could say that the process for enrollment in our university is just easy if you will just analyze it but the only problem is falling in line because there are a lot of students in every line. An enrollee in our university would complain that the lines are long and the personnel assigned in every line is not that active.<br /><br />Well, they say that it can't be avoided situations like this in a public school but I believe that it is not about that. It is about being how any school or any institution operates or runs. I'm not blaming anyone for this inconvenient system but I'm just telling my outlook about it.<br /><br />But on the other hand, I'm glad that at least I'm moving and I'm almost there. I just hope that I could finish this on my target day. "Kaw na lang ang bahala Bro..."ewikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05277754762837062084noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397386642987015603.post-34287862150664981262009-11-05T20:11:00.000-08:002009-11-05T20:39:07.308-08:00Decision na naman...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrJfnSCjTRydpADAoMD_YVFr1kWcwbCivlJ1IstEOPOy3DjH8MwOzXg9guLP5IZJ-IkyesSUxy6oYeVoMRn0yvmHB-I1cFDpNoOIzhZS5EXalE62qxGmpswyW-FdvYGMOn18T0LfbCGknh/s1600-h/Ayashi_no_ceres_AYA_nice.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrJfnSCjTRydpADAoMD_YVFr1kWcwbCivlJ1IstEOPOy3DjH8MwOzXg9guLP5IZJ-IkyesSUxy6oYeVoMRn0yvmHB-I1cFDpNoOIzhZS5EXalE62qxGmpswyW-FdvYGMOn18T0LfbCGknh/s320/Ayashi_no_ceres_AYA_nice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400845357917750834" /></a><br /><br />Andito na namam ako... Confused on what to do and what to decide...<br /><br />Haay naku, lagi na lang bang mahirap ang pagdidisisyon? Ano ba ito? It's so hard to decide on things. You have to think of it for how many times. You have to think of the probable consequences on both sides. You have to balance things out if which is better. You have to think of the after effects that you could handle and stand until the end.<br /><br />Ewan ko nga ba kung tama ba 'yong naging decision ko. Pero sa totoo lang, I felt relief when I chose the other one. Basta, may paghihinayang man akong nararamdaman ay okay lang dahil feeling tama 'yong naging decision ko... Bahala na si Lord nito... Come what may...<br /><br />Bahala ka na Bro...!!!ewikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05277754762837062084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397386642987015603.post-70854601539388962882009-11-03T21:47:00.000-08:002009-11-03T22:24:38.638-08:00Again...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ogutZY2P2MnCclxQpG1mpHRcepBfIwfQjT__CwmJzH_lp4Wjn2o20GQ5WNC5UjEJvZ3IqnEiwSTuMl45NmFlti0N7MjWfbCSqukU4NRyeeGi_DmekFBLbkq1_DO9PqMtiBkTPoRDzELn/s1600-h/lonely.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ogutZY2P2MnCclxQpG1mpHRcepBfIwfQjT__CwmJzH_lp4Wjn2o20GQ5WNC5UjEJvZ3IqnEiwSTuMl45NmFlti0N7MjWfbCSqukU4NRyeeGi_DmekFBLbkq1_DO9PqMtiBkTPoRDzELn/s320/lonely.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400130363290456162" /></a><br /><br />Here we go again...<br /><br />I don't want to narrate the whole story of what surprised me but I just want to share that he's here again, convincing me to go on. <br /><br />We met and chatted again. I was convinced that he really has that feeling called "love" for me but what I am feeling right now is not the same. All I know is that I'm still involve with "this" because I like him not love him. But on the other hand, I am afraid because a little space in my heart wants him to fill it up in which I don't want to. I don't want to because I'm afraid of being hurt and losing someone again (if ever). <br /><br />Meanwhile, I'm glad that I'm giving some special attention again to somebody else. I'm glad that maybe, just maybe, I might fall in love again but I'm wishing not to let it happen maybe because I'm afraid of commitment or just afraid of being hurt. <br /><br />But as of now, I'm happy about it and just come what may... (confused)ewikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05277754762837062084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397386642987015603.post-57259807165008637942009-11-02T18:43:00.000-08:002009-11-02T19:18:07.578-08:00Enrollment galore...Enrollment na naman for the second semester of this school year. And I'm here at our office blogging since I can't proceed processing my enrollment because I still have three IRs (incomplete grade) because our teachers have not yet submitted our grades at the registrar's office. It's sad looking at my grade slip that has a lot of IRs but on the other hand, I am so happy because I passed my literature subject and knowing that I can proceed enrolling to literature 115 this semester. <br /><br />Though I'm a little bit sad about my grades still, I'm a lot happier since my other grades are higher and I passed them.<br /><br />What am I thinking right now is for this semester if am I going to pass all the subjects I am going to take and if I will have a lot of IRs, etc. But on the other hand, I'm glad I'm still here to enroll. <br /><br />Meanwhile, my co member in the publication asked me to come with her to process our scholarship as one of the benefits we can get from the publication. Fortunately, it was already approved and we can already enroll but unlucky me, I can't proceed on my enrollment. But I'm still not losing hope because I know, I can still enroll and continue my studies.ewikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05277754762837062084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397386642987015603.post-18814836715041266652009-10-15T22:44:00.000-07:002009-10-15T23:20:12.687-07:00Lalaine Montalban...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLdGAQCMerhhVac7IajCE2RMb3agNJPdKgBTF1oIVlj8OKFbVNulpdEEGjclsA5HUoXmZjqB0GU0XGVRe1E8cmiEEv0JkaSc9JTVknqkwoWAh1_BGkFAFmx8qSHDPWy8mBlpnleKYxOWZZ/s1600-h/images+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLdGAQCMerhhVac7IajCE2RMb3agNJPdKgBTF1oIVlj8OKFbVNulpdEEGjclsA5HUoXmZjqB0GU0XGVRe1E8cmiEEv0JkaSc9JTVknqkwoWAh1_BGkFAFmx8qSHDPWy8mBlpnleKYxOWZZ/s320/images+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393078762999387010" /></a><br /><br />I had my exam in our literature class this morning and I was just confident that it will be easy since out teacher gave us some pointers to study. I studied naman even if I hate the type of test she gave us, as usual objective type, and considering that literature is just like history. You will just study the history of literature in our country. When the test paper was already in my hands, I found out that the exam was really difficult. Difficult in a sense that you have to remember those specific details, like the authors, dates, and everything about it; and what's worst? There are some questions which was not found in our photocopy. That's really far out! Because I have a low memory, some things that I studied was forgotten... <br /><br />I had really a hard time answering the test questions since I don't know most of it. I really had a headache and I am worried because we have a cut off in that subject and I'm afraid if I won't reach it considering that it's already my retake.hehehe.. I just hope that God will have mercy and He will let me pass the subject.<br /><br />P.S. Lalaine Montalban ( na toolbar, ala kabalo...etc,) In case you don't understand the title...hehehe...ewikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05277754762837062084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397386642987015603.post-2528294226947087082009-10-01T20:20:00.000-07:002009-10-01T21:07:53.885-07:00A self realization<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg22we4FNlpCqjEfVmsZjzqaszY-Bvp3Q49NvDjWQoEUSnSzA-A8AVQca0u1kOChRjiHr-wOq7posiyl2056jZV8VG18Z2t-AK-trJwZTusNhlDLNxd2VsbQcz1WUTwVRFroIdUVp3yjBEg/s1600-h/confidence1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg22we4FNlpCqjEfVmsZjzqaszY-Bvp3Q49NvDjWQoEUSnSzA-A8AVQca0u1kOChRjiHr-wOq7posiyl2056jZV8VG18Z2t-AK-trJwZTusNhlDLNxd2VsbQcz1WUTwVRFroIdUVp3yjBEg/s320/confidence1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387848458809197362" /></a><br /><br />Para maiba naman, magtatagalog muna ako. Pero mahirap eh, taglish na lang.hehehe. After a long time of not updating my blog, andito na naman ako. Well, in case you want to know why I was gone for quite a while, umiba kasi ang ihip ng hangin sa mundong aking ginagalawan eh. A lot of things happened, a lot of thinking was thought and a lot of decisions was made. Maraming naging pagbabago na naganap sa buhay ko nitong mga nakaraang araw. I don't know why did i feel that way. I don't know kung ba't ako nagkaganoon. Ewan ko, hindi ko masagot ang mga katanongang iyan na laging pumapatak sa isip ko.<br /><br />Nitong mga huling araw lang, I had some confusions in mind that bothers me all the time, publication responsibilities, school, people around me, my family, there are actually a lot of them that bothers my mind. Every time I wake up in the morning, I always think of these things and even before going to bed. But the thing that bothers me most is on the decision I was about to decide which is to quit or not in the publication. Since the publication is already a part of my life, I really have to be ready for the consequences that I will face if whatever my decision would be. I was thinking about it for how many days and I have decided to quit because I thought to myself that I am not already doing my job. "Waht's the use of staying in the publication?" I just thought. I was governed by my thoughts and emotions that time that I really had to quit to focus on my schooling since we were also pressured with our requirements. I also thought that it will not make any difference if I will quit but I was wrong. As days were passing, something inside me lacks all the time I felt that medyo may kulang talaga.<br /><br />I started not to attend our meetings anymore and people started to wonder where am I. That thought of them makes me feel that they also remember me pala. According to some of them, marami na palang naghahanap sa akin sa office and I was touched. When our eic knew that I was planning to quit, he texted me and he wanted to talk to me. We actually did but when we were already conversing, I cannot anymore utter my words. It was already difficult for me to talk to him and tell him why I wanted to quit. Hindi niya ako pinayagang mag quit dahil napaka shallow naman talaga ng aking reasons. As he was talking, I realized that I was just over reacting and just making things complicated. That thought came to me and knock my head off. I said to myself that why am I making it complicated when in fact I can still do it. The only problem would be is that I just have to control myself from being lazy and just do some sensible things.<br /><br />Right now, I'm already here again. Continuing what is supposed to be continued and finished. May He enlightened my mind and my heart to be more responsible enough dahil nakasalalay naman dito ang future ko eh...ewikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05277754762837062084noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397386642987015603.post-76700736999282789892009-09-09T23:37:00.000-07:002009-09-09T23:44:42.570-07:00Ala ra gud...Wala lang just posting these pix because fortunately, I saw these when I was browsing the internet...hehehe... <span style="font-style:italic;">wala nay mopalag!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxJkxnvluzkP35txdzG7x4DSs4ocaQg5VGSLW8NNQF2laCwTveRLEvbCS8z36jfXZXUdYKWtm5Eiv5yqUEnWp57W2jXx-xeuyzSCywG1iQQ6njwi1TJF4MSpwsGZNfmxVjp8avtD2YUqTt/s1600-h/chessa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 124px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxJkxnvluzkP35txdzG7x4DSs4ocaQg5VGSLW8NNQF2laCwTveRLEvbCS8z36jfXZXUdYKWtm5Eiv5yqUEnWp57W2jXx-xeuyzSCywG1iQQ6njwi1TJF4MSpwsGZNfmxVjp8avtD2YUqTt/s400/chessa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379725075966008322" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwt3I03-wGfPufyPQyZ_dsNIyK7liEiLQXnMwuKn89EMfLD7EDTeIM9g84U11I5e3QuWaAE23fUcSpZgDsf8ywApy0Nu7UZGGUFkpgXdrs6qKGIgdFtkRussL_cwSEetL6hobrWKS2lCRl/s1600-h/chessa1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 115px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwt3I03-wGfPufyPQyZ_dsNIyK7liEiLQXnMwuKn89EMfLD7EDTeIM9g84U11I5e3QuWaAE23fUcSpZgDsf8ywApy0Nu7UZGGUFkpgXdrs6qKGIgdFtkRussL_cwSEetL6hobrWKS2lCRl/s400/chessa1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379724933221089746" /></a>ewikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05277754762837062084noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397386642987015603.post-11678760784473116642009-09-03T21:01:00.000-07:002009-09-03T21:49:36.562-07:00Emote na pud...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9MA2o3XHZxIkNBjXXEzI2eyJucipngTp2buPsQ7t6Lw94gvXytKnVm2ar09vCLd7NGy2fLWl40ByvJp5RP2VFUUs7k5dDENYuffzDRK9cd1rD6Atbt6UKQE3B2AkQZ0ppTRdAQAcC1s1o/s1600-h/lonely-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9MA2o3XHZxIkNBjXXEzI2eyJucipngTp2buPsQ7t6Lw94gvXytKnVm2ar09vCLd7NGy2fLWl40ByvJp5RP2VFUUs7k5dDENYuffzDRK9cd1rD6Atbt6UKQE3B2AkQZ0ppTRdAQAcC1s1o/s400/lonely-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377466812055956306" /></a><br /><br />I'm starting to emote again... Well, it's been a while when I posted stating that I was in love "kunohay" but maybe it is stuck there as we go along with this boring relationship or should I call this not a relationship at all... I love the guy but I just don't see the commitment between us. It's not that I want really commitment but all I want is that if he really want this to work, he should have given me even if just a little effort to show that he really cares for me...that's all I wanted. I just want somebody who will show me that he really loves me and not that he would only realized that he loves me when I'm gone and when he gets me back, there's none anymore...it's something like that. It's really complicated. <br /><br />The problem with him is that he will only try to exert effort in showing that he loves me "kuno" when he knows that I might be gone any time. He will always say that he is busy considering that he is an accountancy student, yes I understand that but my point is if he really loves me and cares for me, he should at least give me some time, even if it is just a little. A text is not that painful... It's just that. What's the point of being together again when you can't even give yourselves a time even if it is just a little. All I want is for him to show me that he thinks of me even in his busy life... I sometimes think that maybe he does not really love me at all. Maybe it is just an infatuation... <br /><br />Right now, I'm again thinking of breaking up with him again because I can't continue a relationship like this. I can't even call it a relationship because we seldom see and text each other. It is like we are not lovers at all.It is like we are just strangers...I want to stop this mess before I can't afford to let him go anymore, before it's too late... I'm willing to sacrifice what I feel for him if that's the best thing I can do. If that's the right thing to do.<br /><br />I don't want to complicate things (since my love life is already complicated, hehehehe...). I just want someone who can stand and fight for his love for me. A man whom I can laugh with and would understand and accept me for what I am... <br />P.S. Emote na pud ko oi...sori na gud! I just want to let this out...ewikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05277754762837062084noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397386642987015603.post-64739985115716840812009-08-27T23:21:00.000-07:002009-08-27T23:29:14.258-07:00My Ben Barnes...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYX3hlFN6OKwVlr4Omw1BF0TCodzP127if1HNBZSWd6qCTatu1kZJ7dXorXbdrqJKz7agsg81FDf8AUAQ04U9C9i7rC5-M8nbibjTpBfl8w2uBPY8-vOKCCAItm1NKgdcXXpGJeLNTOUvR/s1600-h/Ben_Barnes_lindo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYX3hlFN6OKwVlr4Omw1BF0TCodzP127if1HNBZSWd6qCTatu1kZJ7dXorXbdrqJKz7agsg81FDf8AUAQ04U9C9i7rC5-M8nbibjTpBfl8w2uBPY8-vOKCCAItm1NKgdcXXpGJeLNTOUvR/s400/Ben_Barnes_lindo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374897858726648002" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6oueerdLD8ZyaAop1l6ln5g4LPwVxVE7v-CggOfdwtVr8WyEmYUVEz4Bqpe5C64nwRlLNGgQF197FqYJj6Zy9Gx1MWB6EL0FQHWrvc3OLJrjEUoPQvDtWiJyvWGwlk2KLfz2h5DAjRUoV/s1600-h/p3.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 99px; height: 143px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6oueerdLD8ZyaAop1l6ln5g4LPwVxVE7v-CggOfdwtVr8WyEmYUVEz4Bqpe5C64nwRlLNGgQF197FqYJj6Zy9Gx1MWB6EL0FQHWrvc3OLJrjEUoPQvDtWiJyvWGwlk2KLfz2h5DAjRUoV/s400/p3.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374897696090987554" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRHXRICagDWEYPSiA0CFQNaSoBXYy02jgzu0duIx-0iRlLGQ7EFV_itwnUCqLszM8q0B6shwCn5GdtD7TktAAVbw3cR0YatX7iHqJiPtPlP8JtDQ6DWCNQjJfcVvF_mthSRSrBZmmDsRen/s1600-h/p2.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 107px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRHXRICagDWEYPSiA0CFQNaSoBXYy02jgzu0duIx-0iRlLGQ7EFV_itwnUCqLszM8q0B6shwCn5GdtD7TktAAVbw3cR0YatX7iHqJiPtPlP8JtDQ6DWCNQjJfcVvF_mthSRSrBZmmDsRen/s400/p2.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374897270188318450" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8yy8nJyIB6rPP5voQa0b-cPwHFOtlIFUF5ZAE0gHXcneW5PLN3AfpPijXLUXZbrh-0PPMLlCPkKyBcnf8EIv49JLMyONVBtnM0MyqC25sJ0722PH5wqq5jvEptiGdrafn7qukUAnjDke0/s1600-h/p1.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 95px; height: 142px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8yy8nJyIB6rPP5voQa0b-cPwHFOtlIFUF5ZAE0gHXcneW5PLN3AfpPijXLUXZbrh-0PPMLlCPkKyBcnf8EIv49JLMyONVBtnM0MyqC25sJ0722PH5wqq5jvEptiGdrafn7qukUAnjDke0/s400/p1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374896362112978690" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbo83XDclvbHe5GhsG3FTWamVii2TKPK2KSj995llh4n_lBRhygNmmty3gsaZ4fZNp8nPw-IV2dvGZhZINilUm8m55JTfQPZzP9PG_BCp_jVFTRmUmz9z0nZnTT0vO0YdR_yVIm6zc_5x4/s1600-h/p.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 102px; height: 135px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbo83XDclvbHe5GhsG3FTWamVii2TKPK2KSj995llh4n_lBRhygNmmty3gsaZ4fZNp8nPw-IV2dvGZhZINilUm8m55JTfQPZzP9PG_BCp_jVFTRmUmz9z0nZnTT0vO0YdR_yVIm6zc_5x4/s400/p.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374896232052994450" /></a>ewikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05277754762837062084noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397386642987015603.post-12958888816120320762009-08-27T19:38:00.000-07:002009-08-29T02:46:05.891-07:00I'm in love again...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJTIyrN4FYATN2iAd97UVF-iwl2ssJrnsG1e2JDPjG9xxSCrGncDHhIwdeTiEdTgEys0Y-6YBp25k71DceeD_uw_WnPHMrnQpRjQRZUn0Vu3pmHtpZiLBM0PoIDr69u-MmW4-umvvYSEhy/s1600-h/love1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJTIyrN4FYATN2iAd97UVF-iwl2ssJrnsG1e2JDPjG9xxSCrGncDHhIwdeTiEdTgEys0Y-6YBp25k71DceeD_uw_WnPHMrnQpRjQRZUn0Vu3pmHtpZiLBM0PoIDr69u-MmW4-umvvYSEhy/s400/love1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374910817170875458" /></a><br /><br />It was two days ago when I posted something about my "love life kuno".hehehe. Well, definitely, it has a progress now and I am actually happy about it.<br /><br />Last night, as the usual routine during tuesdays and thurdays that after our meeting in the publication I will ride in a bus (last trip) so that I will reach home even if it is too late at night. When I arrived at the terminal, I directly saw a lot of passengers waiting for the last trip and it was new. I hurriedly went to the ticket booth so that I can get my seat and a lot of people are already falling in line there. When I looked at the end of the line, I saw him. He was also there looking at me and smiling. I smiled back and I felt some happiness inside me. I don't know why... <br /><br />I walk towards them (since he was with his friend) and I said "hello" and he asked me "how are you?" and to my surprise, he held my arm. I just glanced at it and also to my surprise, he was like shy and he realized that he is over reacting (I think). I also saw something in his eyes, it was like it was the same eyes I always see when we were still lovers before. I thought to myself that maybe he still loves me.. <br /><br />When we were conversing, my friend called me and I went directly to him. I asked him to buy me a ticket. I went back to them and we chatted and I can sense that he is really affected with my presence and I am happy with it. When my friend was finished getting tickets for us, I did not know that he (my friend who is a gay) knows him also and he kept on flirting with him and I can see that he does not like it. <br /><br />When the bus already parked and the passengers started to get inside, it was really difficult because the bus was really full and the passengers cannot pass anymore. Good thing that there was a vacant seat and I hurriedly seated there. When I was on my seat and at the same time chatting with my friend, I saw him and I really pity him not because he was already standing since it was already full but because I could see that there is really love in his eyes. It was like he regretted something which was so valuable. As the bus was on its way, my eyes was focused on the glass window reflecting him. I felt pity and at the same time I felt regret also because I thought that we could have settled it before if we just understood each other before.<br /><br />When I arrived home, I ate my dinner and I was really exhausted because of the trip. I hurriedly changed my clothes and went to bed. I charged my phone because it was battery empty and when I lie down, my phone beeped and it was his message. I just thought that maybe he will talk about our meeting at the ceres terminal but when I read it, the first word of his message already poured my heart with happiness. The first word was our endearment and he was begging me to continue what we had started because according to him, he cannot deny to himself that he really loves me. I was really happy and I felt like my heart will come out for happiness. I did not deny that I was also thinking of him and that I already love him. That night, we were officially lovers again and I also confirmed that I am starting to fall in love again and I am happy with it because I can prove to myself that I have recovered from my past and that my heart is again open for someone. <br /><br />I just hope that this time, our relationship will work already and that we can give more time to each other. I know I love him now...ewikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05277754762837062084noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397386642987015603.post-54787144972600812482009-08-25T02:53:00.000-07:002009-08-25T22:25:21.871-07:00Affected?Its' been a while when I had my last post. A lot of happenings had happened to me and it was an experience.<br /><br />The first thing is about my "love life kuno", hehehe. I already mentioned about this in my last post "It's just an honest mistake" and we already broke up. It was a relief to me honestly because my conscience is already at peace but then I am also confused at the same time because it hurts a little. I don't know why am I feeling this way. Maybe because I already opened my heart to him because I thought he can occupy the empty space within me. The flow of our relationship was getting okay but as time passes, it was like I felt that our relationship will not anymore work because even if how hard I try to let him into my heart, he won't fit. <br /><br />Days after we broke up, he texted me and he said that he was sorry because he did not feel okay the time we broke up. But then my mind is already fixed that time and I did not want to continue what we have started because I don't want to complicate things more. <br /><br />Yesterday, I went home at about 9pm and since there is no more "easyrides" (vehicles for Amlan) that will send me to our place, I went to Ceres Terminal and rode for the 9pm trip. I was already in a standing position since the bus is already full. All I am thinking at that time was to get home, eat my dinner and sleep. There were like other college students from other schools who were like talking and laughing out loud (which is the usual setting). I was waiting for the bus to go, when suddenly a guy called "Bon" for three times and it caught my attention. I remembered him and I said to myself, "how is he now?". I just did not mind the guy when suddenly, a familiar voice of a girl said to someone "Sige na i.offer dayon imong seat,". That time, I said to myself, "OMG! Naa gud di ay siya sa luyo." The girl and the guy kept calling me and I did not even bother turning my head to face them. I pretended that I did not notice them and just stand their and wait for the bus to go. <br /><br />When the bus was already on the road, my mind was divided to him and home. I was confused if why am I so affected of his presence. I just said that maybe this is really normal when you and your ex will see each other or one of you saw the other. I felt a little regret at that time because I was thinking that if I only love him that much, maybe our relationship will grow and we will soon evolve in each other's world. But I also thought that maybe we are not really meant for each other. <br /><br />The day after that, he texted me and said that he was sorry for not offering his seat to me and I pretended that I did not notice him. He said that he was really bothered with his conscience because of that and I just thought that why is he that bothered? Is it normal for a guy to feel like that to his ex girl friend? Or maybe, just maybe he still has an affection for me? That is, I don't know...ewikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05277754762837062084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397386642987015603.post-34648667072100361272009-08-11T00:48:00.000-07:002009-08-27T20:35:55.800-07:00A question of faith<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhro0AE7buplWxDIvU0YuC1cjjqR9Hr-urhdl5bgmRvlFg9s4cpdHGP5b9iFn4r6x9sQx02EX3IFlce44LpgEA26NWYZEy_IkRLxIdHzpGFW92Nl0eXYyqOK4geh9fm5EAUqbrWswvQyFhR/s1600-h/exorcism_of_emily_rose_ver2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhro0AE7buplWxDIvU0YuC1cjjqR9Hr-urhdl5bgmRvlFg9s4cpdHGP5b9iFn4r6x9sQx02EX3IFlce44LpgEA26NWYZEy_IkRLxIdHzpGFW92Nl0eXYyqOK4geh9fm5EAUqbrWswvQyFhR/s400/exorcism_of_emily_rose_ver2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374851624444839506" /></a><br /><br />I was very eager to watch the movie "The Exorcism of Emily Rose". They said that it is a nice movie and very horrifying. I was also curious and was interested to watch it. I was hoping that it will be played in HBO or in any other cable channels but I failed. But luckily, a co member of mine in the student publication has a laptop and fortunately, he has a copy of that movie. I asked him to let me watch but at first, my classmate was the first one who borrowed and I was disappointed but it was okay. It is like it really thrills me.<br /><br />When I watched it, I thought I was the one who will be interested but I never thought that many of us haven't watch it yet. I was happy to know that I'm not alone because they said that it is really scary and maybe I will not finish the movie if I will watch it alone because maybe I will be so scared. But definitely, I was disappointed because it was not really that scary and horrifying. I thought that the effects will be that scary since I have watched a lot of exorcisms which are really horrifying. But I was disappointed. Well, somehow it's okay because I enjoyed watching anyway.<br /><br />What I learned about the story is that the exorcism of Emily was being cased. It was about spiritual healing against medical cure. But the point was that the case was trying to tell about what is the difference between the possibility and the truth. It was trying to tell that there is a possibility that Emily was being possessed by demons. It is as if they are trying to show that demons exist and I do believe in it.<br /><br />I pity Emily because of her sufferings but despite that I understand why Emily chose to stay as what I understand in the movie because she did not anymore mind if what will happened to her but she wanted to tell us that demons do exist and we should not take it as a joke. She also wants us to have faith in God and should also believe in Him. We should not assume that He is not there watching us but we should put in mind that He is there for us and we should believe and have faith in Him.ewikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05277754762837062084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397386642987015603.post-76899512028836779012009-08-06T00:37:00.000-07:002009-08-06T22:35:43.859-07:00A memorable leader<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUvqgetOs6gvXekSY7vqrpdgbIXInvMLel5et5wW7c8oJA14ZRcQE8nXzfNQTaUSrWAvyWkWXoM6gUtXKnaTsPSeYaFjoJGv22uQUJCZnvErln5UglZuvqfP2mBjmea2HPeN-a_8lWFtc3/s1600-h/cory.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 95px; height: 135px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUvqgetOs6gvXekSY7vqrpdgbIXInvMLel5et5wW7c8oJA14ZRcQE8nXzfNQTaUSrWAvyWkWXoM6gUtXKnaTsPSeYaFjoJGv22uQUJCZnvErln5UglZuvqfP2mBjmea2HPeN-a_8lWFtc3/s400/cory.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367091288124241698" /></a><br /><br />As time passes and as our generation exists, we are aware and we are educated that we live in a democratic country. We studied Philippine history and one woman change everything. She spared the Filipino people from the extreme sufferings of the Marcos regime. She did everything for the welfare of the Filipinos and I have proven it now even if I was not yet born during her excellency's time.<br /><br />Corazon "Cory" Cojuanco Aquino was an ordinary and a typical type of a housewife whose heart was so pure. Her legendary leadership began when the former Senator Benigno "Ninoy" Aquino Jr. was shot dead at the NAIA airport. He was a very good person. That incident led her to continue what Ninoy had started, to serve the Filipino people.<br /><br />She ran for presidency in opposition against the former President Marcos and won the position. She saved the Filipinos from the sufferings they had during Marcos' administration. She served the Filipinos as they were supposed to be and gave her heart to them. The people were glad to have her as their leader. <br /><br />Time passes and Cory was over with her term as the president but still people looked up on her and respected her as she was still the president. She was a remarkable one and people could not forget on what she has done for the nation. <br /><br />Until such time that the Aquino family announced that she was sicked and they need the people's spiritual support. The people did give their support and the Aquino family appreciated it anyway. It lasted for about more than a year when the Aquino family announced again to the public that Cory had a colon cancer which is already in stage 4 and again the public offered their spiritual support to the family. But she did not last long because she died and the Filipino people mourned for her especially the Aquino family. <br /><br />The burial of Cory Aquino was a history, it's also record breaking like Ninoy's before. Hundreds of thousands of people were there to wait for her in the streets and some were there also to walked with the cortege in which the casket of Cory was in it for about 22.3km from the cathedral to the memorial park.<br /><br />You can really see that the Filipinos loved her and appreciated her effort for the welfare of the people. You can see that adults, teens and even children were there soaked in the rain to witnessed the last hours of the former president. You can see that they want to sacrifice their hunger and their health just to see even Cory's casket for the last time. <br /><br />For me, the burial of Cory Aquino was a lesson to political icons who will become leaders someday that a good leader is always loved by its people. It's a lesson for them to see that if you care for the welfare of your people and if you love them, for sure in return they will respect you, love you and will never forget you in their entire lives.<br /><br />I just hope that the burial of Cory Aquino will touch the hearts of the corrupt leaders and think for the betterment of the Filipino people instead which is truly their job..ewikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05277754762837062084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397386642987015603.post-20417950244403692772009-08-03T19:03:00.000-07:002009-08-03T20:03:11.355-07:00Hearsays<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicXK2Hcbc9s4psEQZnD72lOCK8qOujW02d-Lhyynq9IUBX0RkSd8YwAdyewBrWo0BNtPPC8klni7-RPSifaRvXZIQlhlR-ich1nrjhahGBim4b2WUXxy5uHEW-dWANk_lgyjGr39LY3-kQ/s1600-h/rumors.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicXK2Hcbc9s4psEQZnD72lOCK8qOujW02d-Lhyynq9IUBX0RkSd8YwAdyewBrWo0BNtPPC8klni7-RPSifaRvXZIQlhlR-ich1nrjhahGBim4b2WUXxy5uHEW-dWANk_lgyjGr39LY3-kQ/s400/rumors.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365938622852199458" /></a><br /><br />As I was sitting on my chair to wait for our class and as I was looking at the heavy rain outside the window of our classroom (since it rained for about a week), my cellphone beeped and I read the message from my friend which I supposed that she forward a message about love and everything. I was not shocked of what she texted me but I said to myself ,"again?" because the text was about a child who was carried away by the flood caused by the heavy rain for about a week in which it caused my friend in a long traffic. I t was not new for me since we had experienced it here in our province before. What am I afraid for is that the incident which triggered Negrenses before might happened again and it might be worst.<br /><br />I hurriedly told my classmate about it and accidentally my teacher heard about it and she asked me to read the message again. But she herself read the text in my phone and she was triggered. I can see the nervousness in her eyes. She looked like she was freaking out and would cry anytime. I was shocked of her reaction and it was funny because she was over reacting. My seat mate (who is kinda "pasaway") took advantage of the situation and made fun of our teacher. I was also laughing of my seatmate's joke to her and my attention was caught when she told us something I don't know if it's crazy or freaky.<br /><br />She told us that there is a hearsay in their office that because of the extreme volume of rain we are experiencing right now, "a state in America will sink together with the Philippines". The statement kept popping in my mind for how many times but I was not alarmed. I was just surprise with what she shared which is for me a crazy thing. She also told us that the hearsay in their office is connected with the hearsay about the "serena" story after the extreme flood that triggered the Negrenses for the first time.<br /><br />When I heard that, I really thought that how can she believe in those things considering the fact that she is already professional, an educated person.. I don't even believe in those things even if I loved to watch movies about it. Well, it's just movies. It's fictional. Another thing also is that if you really believe in God, you won't believe such things. And if you really have faith in Him, you won't be afraid to face any calamities you will encounter.<br /><br />A part of me also says that maybe she is an emotional type of a person. Maybe she is just too sensitive when it comes to those things. But it is not about that, it's about how you react on things in a realistic way. Well, I just hope that she won't really think of it that much...ewikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05277754762837062084noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397386642987015603.post-9168280716288107752009-07-27T19:11:00.000-07:002009-07-27T19:37:23.318-07:00Ineffective mentors<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjHINPDxyLoD8jniBstMl3x6CbyjFAp-DcXtGxp-ZFPbIAmJOrhdYk4kgMlNS5DVFagEYz3EG94s29or8Qmf_vPpyURaR5eZ3aWYQcseLvKrAdRjAFrBSx5TM5abrIZZPGTR3FRSMrn8lW/s1600-h/bored.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjHINPDxyLoD8jniBstMl3x6CbyjFAp-DcXtGxp-ZFPbIAmJOrhdYk4kgMlNS5DVFagEYz3EG94s29or8Qmf_vPpyURaR5eZ3aWYQcseLvKrAdRjAFrBSx5TM5abrIZZPGTR3FRSMrn8lW/s400/bored.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363334318394187314" /></a><br /><br />As the days are passing and as the mid term week is coming, pressures form my different subjects both major and minors are also on my shoulders. Requirements here and there. But what I have noticed is that I prefer to give attention to the requirements of my minor subjects than my major subjects except for one because it's not worth it anyway. I don't know why I'm in a course (which is interesting anyway) that has a faculty problem. <br /><br />I thought that the faculty in a certain department will guide us and teach us on what we will suppose to know but it's different. They are the ones who do not know what to teach and on what their students should know about the course except for one.<br />Why are they like this? Is it that they just what money? influence? I don't know...or maybe they are just like that..<br /><br />Despite that, I still learned a lot from maybe two teachers from our department and got something which I will not forget.ewikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05277754762837062084noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397386642987015603.post-42040446287072228392009-07-26T19:01:00.000-07:002009-07-26T20:08:10.150-07:00The Remarkable Performer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtVXZ6tUg_EsX_u_PWzlfVFUS0mTFNTSYNXRxMfy4HR46a0RzwcF5D7NXXCem97UuSZTUIgxDRRATanCSaWnj1keG4HSKYnV9PGUc94Hg5j9fztEnAxXBAwZ7N6a4nIp06JIxm2jzgo5oA/s1600-h/mj.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtVXZ6tUg_EsX_u_PWzlfVFUS0mTFNTSYNXRxMfy4HR46a0RzwcF5D7NXXCem97UuSZTUIgxDRRATanCSaWnj1keG4HSKYnV9PGUc94Hg5j9fztEnAxXBAwZ7N6a4nIp06JIxm2jzgo5oA/s400/mj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362969973825221106" /></a><br /><br />I have partially watched the documentary of Michael Jackson (MJ) at abs-cbn hosted by Boy Abunda last night and I found out that he was really dedicated to his career or profession. A lot of people closed to him were interviewed and some of his music videos were shown. It was fantastic! <br /><br />MJ's keyboardist said that MJ wants something spectacular for his fans. He said that every time he has a concert, he will really conceptualized on what will be his appearance to his fans and what will they be screaming of. He also said that MJ does not want his fans not to enjoy his show.<br /><br />A choreographer who was closed to MJ said that one event he will never forget about him is that when he had his concert in Japan wherein he just jumped out from the stage and was just standing there without making any move and people were already screaming and crying. He was really a remarkable icon and indeed a great performer. <br /><br />Based on what they said and on what I saw on the documentary of MJ is that he is a total performer. Meaning, he will not disappoint his fans. He will really give out his best and would leave a memorable moment to his fans every time he performs.<br /><br />I also found out that MJ started in Jackson Five wherein it was a group of him and his brothers. I saw their videos during the time of Jackson Five and I can say that MJ really shined among them since he will really perform and show what he has.<br /><br />His father trained them because he saw that his five sons have potentials and can perform on stage. They really have a good blending on their voices which is amazing..<br /><br />What I really realized on the documentary is that MJ is not just a performer on stage or just a famous icon but he was also dedicated to his fans and loved them. As what Janet Jackson said, "Micheal is an icon to many but he is a family to us."ewikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05277754762837062084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397386642987015603.post-77713981685438934452009-07-23T19:29:00.000-07:002009-07-23T21:30:34.956-07:00Irresponsibility<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNDE58hX1sQfbV18rJC7HeZaCyO578hcNjanNhD_-40Tm7Akz5WQWeIZSKCL69XvrgaQoySE32rfg3zjwozrny2qtYLyNFDtoKK3M6md6_CgP524JSJOjE-GZGHsgcFEzgAJUOfDagJT3S/s1600-h/wallce1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNDE58hX1sQfbV18rJC7HeZaCyO578hcNjanNhD_-40Tm7Akz5WQWeIZSKCL69XvrgaQoySE32rfg3zjwozrny2qtYLyNFDtoKK3M6md6_CgP524JSJOjE-GZGHsgcFEzgAJUOfDagJT3S/s400/wallce1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361879321882365090" /></a><br /><br />Being a writer in a student publication where it is already a part of the evolution of my world, I can say that it gave me some positive effects that really helped me in shaping my myself and helped me realize some things. <br /><br />One of these positive effects is that I learned a lot. I learned something out of writing. I learned something in the publication which I did not learn in our class (as a Mass Com student) but maybe those things I learned in the publication were really discussed by our professor since he is also our adviser here in the publication. It's just that I did not listen attentively or just maybe absent minded.<br /><br />I also learned how to value people around me and how to treasure them. I saw something valuable on the people in the publication that I did not expect I will encounter nor learned. I saw how they appreciate the people around them and I saw how they love them. It's a good thing about them and it's also a nice thing for me. I feel like I'm being loved by everyone and it's a great feeling. It touches my heart...<br /><br />Another thing is that I learned how to fight back and defend myself. I used to be silent specially when somebody's making fun of me or cracking jokes about me. But when I entered the publication, they also do the same but in a funny way and they were also the ones who taught me how to fight back. It's like they were the ones who started something crazy that resulted into something good at the end of the line. Thanks to them!<br /><br />But despite of what they did to me, I feel guilty because in return I'm not doing my job as a writer which is the main reason why I'm here. I'm just a "pasaway" since I won't bother beating deadlines just because my co writers are also doing the same. They did not also beat deadlines because they are also not yet done with their articles. It's shameful because I should be a good epitome to them considering the fact that I'm a Mass Comm student and some of them are not.<br /><br />Even if I'm like that, a part of me wanted really to pass articles on the given deadlines but the only problem is that I'm just too lazy gathering facts. I will always get tired of gathering facts even if I know that it is like that. I always say to myself that I should be responsible enough because I'm a student journalist and since I also entered this journalistic world but it is only in my mind and I'm not doing anything about it.<br /><br />I just hope that sooner or later I will realize and I will be enlightened that I should be responsible and I should do my job..ewikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05277754762837062084noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397386642987015603.post-86629963600651554322009-07-23T19:21:00.000-07:002009-07-23T22:53:15.821-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgov_aRyF2heVcC9uaeddkL5fL2yIV4FcWNSwBgn_22fBQGWT6gr7zb618ldZgQ6iB_BVwUYQ3jWgdSzXDYL3d3K3TunOhZPpJuOAon08zO_W8g50japqD5FGi_kYjOzfpCjjsS-6fAZtw2/s1600-h/aya4.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 117px; height: 139px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgov_aRyF2heVcC9uaeddkL5fL2yIV4FcWNSwBgn_22fBQGWT6gr7zb618ldZgQ6iB_BVwUYQ3jWgdSzXDYL3d3K3TunOhZPpJuOAon08zO_W8g50japqD5FGi_kYjOzfpCjjsS-6fAZtw2/s400/aya4.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361900639850996370" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I Could Not Ask For More<br /></span><br /><br />Lying here with you<br />Listening to the rain<br />Smilin just to see<br />The smile upon your face<br />And this are the moments<br />I thank God that I'm alive<br />And this are the moments<br />I remember all my life<br />I found all I've waited for<br />And I could not ask for more<br /><br />Looking in your eyes<br />Seeing all I need<br />Everything you are <br />Is everything to me<br />And this are the moments<br />I know heaven must exist<br />And this are the moments <br />I know all I need is this<br />I have all I've waited for<br />And I could not ask for more<br /><br />I could not ask for more<br />Than this time together<br />I could not ask for more than this time with you<br />And every prayer has been answered<br />And every dream I had came true<br />Yeah, you're right here in this moment<br />Is right here where I'm meant to be<br />Oh, here with you<br />Here with me<br /><br />Could not ask for more<br />Than the love you give me<br />Coz It's all I've waited for<br />And I could not ask for more... more..<br /><br />I really like Edwin Mccain songs. It's really meaningful and it's full of emotions. The singer really feels his songs as what the listeners do. It's as if he is a man of emotions that can make someone feel something he or she can appreciate.ewikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05277754762837062084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397386642987015603.post-65242334541723911502009-07-23T02:58:00.000-07:002009-07-23T19:20:53.646-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuKc0qMY37bZLaXRQAE5SOmTDlqcm8lqiXSf-PKHJF3_a5zn-YH25sIMFl3e3IH1yPme4T5ezAx_H-urdQpdCIIdCK7Xzbcd6UtyxpInL3UtYPCqqhu5Y3TMVWKrbuuXaJ6M7v5WPThbGF/s1600-h/romantic-couple.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuKc0qMY37bZLaXRQAE5SOmTDlqcm8lqiXSf-PKHJF3_a5zn-YH25sIMFl3e3IH1yPme4T5ezAx_H-urdQpdCIIdCK7Xzbcd6UtyxpInL3UtYPCqqhu5Y3TMVWKrbuuXaJ6M7v5WPThbGF/s400/romantic-couple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361600185524690242" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I'll be</span><br /><br />The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful<br />Stop me and steal my breath<br />And emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky<br />Never revealing their depth<br /><br />And tell me that we belong together<br />Dress it up with the trappings of love<br />I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips<br />Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above<br /><br />And I'll be your cryin' shoulder<br />I'll be with the trappings of love<br />And I'll be better when I'm older<br />I'll be the greatest fan of your life<br /><br />And rain falls angry on the tin roof<br />As we lie awake in my bed<br />And you're my survival, you're my living proof<br />My love is alive, and not dead<br /><br />And tell me that we belong together<br />Dress it up with the trappings of love.<br />I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips<br />Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above<br /><br />And I'll be your cryin' shoulder<br />I'll be with the trappings of love<br />And I'll be better when I'm older<br />I'll be the greatest fan of your life.<br /><br />And I dropped out, I burned up, I fought my way back from the dead,<br />I tuned in, I turned on, remembered the thing that you said.<br /><br />And I'll be your cryin' shoulder<br />I'll be with the trappings of love<br />And I'll be better when I'm older<br />I'll be the greatest fan of your life<br /><br />And I'll be your cryin' shoulder<br />I'll be with the trappings of love<br />And I'll be better when I'm older<br />I'll be the greatest fan of your life<br /><br />The greatest fan of your life.ewikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05277754762837062084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6397386642987015603.post-79940815005212859102009-07-22T20:43:00.000-07:002009-07-23T22:47:28.779-07:00It's just an honest mistake...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigzXFnT0UpiEwS0txusne2tG18dDaFtqbs5qVL_So9l2A3SLG11QwUmzrYmUPdAGxM5LM79ZEYR88HjfubdHl1L62auNNUXF531HQid7poAoEtFPF1O-KCTpinI0eO5kn1CpIcD8kxWRm_/s1600-h/aya2.jpeg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 86px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigzXFnT0UpiEwS0txusne2tG18dDaFtqbs5qVL_So9l2A3SLG11QwUmzrYmUPdAGxM5LM79ZEYR88HjfubdHl1L62auNNUXF531HQid7poAoEtFPF1O-KCTpinI0eO5kn1CpIcD8kxWRm_/s400/aya2.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361899164090400962" /></a><br /><br />They say that when you have someone or a partner, you will be inspired and you will feel happy because you are really in love. But in my case, I don't see it like that because the problem is, I don't love him or even have an affection for him. I don't know why I'm into this relationship and why I'm keeping him. It's just that the bottom line is, I can't love him even if how hard I try. I just can't. Every time I look at his face and when I look deeper into his eyes, I can't feel that spark. The so called magic in love. I'm emotionless... Every time I'm with him, i can't feel that excitement and that extreme happiness I felt before when I was still madly in love with someone. I don't feel the same thing and it's really awkward. <br /><br />I tried to break up with him once but he said "no" and tried to convinced me not to. I was convinced I guess.. But what bothers me most is that I can see his effort in trying to be with me in any way he can. And my conscience is killing me since I don't have feelings for him and all he knows is that I'm also in love with him. I'm not used to this kind of situation and I'm not used to this kind of awkwardness. <br /><br />Every time I think of breaking up with him, my heart says yes but my mind says no and it is confusing me. I know my heart is just telling the truth and it's just being honest. But my mind is opposing my heart and I just don't know why. I can't help it! My heart is trying to convince my conscience but my mind is so strong. It's funny basically because my conscience is inside my mind and it's being independent. Wow! am I insane? But I don't think so. I maybe just confused of which is to be followed.<br /><br />I don't want to ask God of what to do because deep within me, I know that this is wrong and I keep on doing it. It's an honest mistake and it's freaking me out. It's shameful to Him asking if what will I do since it is just a crazy thing and I am just making things complicated. But what will I do? I think my mind is trying to be someone and it's making it's own decision without even confronting me.. What the heck?!...<br /><br />I just hope that maybe in some way, I will be guided and enlightened. I just hope that no one will be hurt in the end and we will end up in good terms. I hope it will be that easy...ewikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05277754762837062084noreply@blogger.com0