tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64433121762717606382024-03-05T17:55:46.464-08:00Bloggistas AtticUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443312176271760638.post-35612918999732265092012-04-15T16:58:00.004-07:002012-04-15T17:41:52.223-07:00Learning to live life once more in your absence.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh12t2qQ3CpQCjNKOmEhVFQpd1sDD6Bt5kL_5gUFw0L25QadZlXhMfiyhP3HK8wY-WH2JI6os7XRa6hugwE9tJjM7dS-8TRQa7AmgaMKVzHCbtZCHFZfXohyphenhyphenwdfeOnSPLOACmlU4CcKy0Z/s1600/REY+1.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/AVvXsEjh12t2qQ3CpQCjNKOmEhVFQpd1sDD6Bt5kL_5gUFw0L25QadZlXhMfiyhP3HK8wY-WH2JI6os7XRa6hugwE9tJjM7dS-8TRQa7AmgaMKVzHCbtZCHFZfXohyphenhyphenwdfeOnSPLOACmlU4CcKy0Z/s320/REY+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731781331457736162" /></a><br />When you have life viewed through a proper perspective, you'll see that even the bad things that happened in it were meant so you'll become the person you are today. One friend of mine mentioned that he never had regrets, and for me it's sort of not true at all. We all have regrets big and small. Regrets happen because we set expectations that are unmet later on in our life.<br /><br />How do I see regrets? I see a regret as an opportunity to better myself the next time the same situation happens. Embracing my regrets gives me the understanding that I should have done the opposite of the action I did that resulted for me to have that regretful feeling. Without regretting, I commit the same mistake over and over with no learning or growth.<br /><br />The picture above was taken a couple of months ago. At that time, I was letting go of a person who have formed strings of memories with me, both good and bad. I have learned something from letting him go. I learned that I still can love fully, and that I can fight for a relationship worth keeping. There are a lot of regrets that came along with this past relationship. I am eager that should chance present the opportunity again for me to love, I vow to be a better version of my self. A better person, a better lover.<br /><br />To recall fully, I let him go January this year, but he left on December 22, 2011, days before Christmas. I learned that CLOSURE really does mean a lot in a relationship. CLOSURE enables you to understand that something has just ended. It gives you the signal to move forward at a time when all you have is yourself. Moving forward with an empty hand and a broken heart. Closure is the finishing touch of what used to be an empty canvas, now full of memories you have created together. Letting go is an ordeal, but it taught me one thing; when we get into a relationship we have to have the sense of wholeness so that by the time we leave we will never feel half-filled or half empty. When he left, I was counting the days that I will have sleepless nights, rounds of crying and a bout of wrestling with my torn ego. It gave me a rough estimate that it might total to 6 months or even more, just so I can completely heal from the break-up. But time has its ways of letting you move forward. I was actively helping myself in the process, and surprisingly it only took me 4 months to finally move on. I think the pain is still here, only that I got used to it. I started to embrace my solitude, the empty bedside and the mornings where I will have no one but myself.<br /><br />Moving-on really is a great moment where you can finally listen to yourself. I asked myself questions. What if he will one day beg to return? When he left, he had a lot going on in his mind. Though he has never been fully open to me, I understand that he was in a crossroads of his life. At 29 years old, he has yet to prove a lot, get a stable job and be able to help his family. Then at the back of my mind I wondered if he became unhappy and and felt that he got boxed-in in the last 1.5 years of being with me. I then started to wonder, maybe I was his dead-end.<br /><br />When I decided to let him go, I would have to contend with not seeing his SMS on my phone. I would have to contend with the fact that I will no longer receive any call from him. I will no longer hear him say I love you, how are you, I miss you, I want to be with you. I am going to be alone moving forward. I was holding the pieces of my heart in the palm of my hand. I was wondering if I can ever mend them back. Or, will I be able to stitch them up with the help of someone. <br /><br />I never saw dating as an option, what I really wanted was for someone to come and understand me and see me as vulnerable without taking advantage of me. I wanted for friends to come to my rescue. A lot came, some were just there because they never had a choice and some where there because they felt the utmost pity. Nevertheless their concerns held me sane at all times. I shed buckets of tears until the day I got used to the silence of the room once filled with the sound of the laughter we shared. It is deafening, scary, and the sheets felt cold and unfamiliar.<br /><br />Those were all the feelings I had in the memory of the pain I once carried around. The pain that taught me lessons in life. After 4 months, he has once again made his presence felt, constantly texting me, sending my friends messages of how much he misses me. But, when I asked myself; do I want him back, do I want to be with him again, do I want to live the same story I tried hard to finish? It shocked me that I cant answer back, I love him still and that hasn't change, but I no longer have the same ideology about love and sacrifice, well at least not with him or for him. I can no longer run the same lap with him, I have ended the journey and I have started something anew.<br /><br />Truly, maturity doesn't come with age, it comes from experience. A love past could be a love that is gone. :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443312176271760638.post-35540657799112912512012-03-25T02:02:00.007-07:002012-03-25T02:26:44.594-07:00Heading Nowhere<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7XyzpXpi7jnkXvYVjaeyL61Npn9aAL3SXGFCP7J6jUBbUJ86XDSj0VVZQSattLFmX1wZhX_gt5PjlKs2gRbRULwwa7wPvqlvm6MJGiRYpLOoAzYRnOmwm1F6lBKUNU6HYpYAdHIhXHP6Y/s1600/REY+1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7XyzpXpi7jnkXvYVjaeyL61Npn9aAL3SXGFCP7J6jUBbUJ86XDSj0VVZQSattLFmX1wZhX_gt5PjlKs2gRbRULwwa7wPvqlvm6MJGiRYpLOoAzYRnOmwm1F6lBKUNU6HYpYAdHIhXHP6Y/s320/REY+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723763364080337570" /></a>Here I am again, feeling alone. I want someone, whom I know that he also likes me back. But I don't know what is keeping us in separate ways. I don't know if he really likes me, or maybe not to the extend that he'd see me become part of his world.<div><br /></div>I see him everyday in the office, I know he stares at me whenever he can and I try my best to brush that thought off. Not minding that someone somehow is trying to read through my gestures. I look so fine and unbending to the emotions that I have for him, but deep inside I would want for him to know that I want him bad for my self. It seems like going to work is both euphoric and painful. I cant seem to understand what kind of wall has been set up between us, when we started so right and ended up not doing anything in the end.<div><br /></div><div>A good friend of mine said that he is the type of guy who doesn't take risks but calculates each step he takes to see if the advantages outweigh the disadvantages. His defenses are up, and i don't know how to bring that wall down. I tried many times to just set him aside, telling my self constantly that it is better this way. Things may be even more complicated if we really got into a relationship, knowing the type of person that he is. I am not a go getter and I think he shares the same with me. I told him that I like him and he did say that he likes me too. But, it was all to no avail. I think that he got hurt with the fact that he was expecting me to go out with him on that one Saturday night. I just can't help but wonder, does he ever think of me in the same way as I am of him?</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443312176271760638.post-28116657683447947322011-08-26T22:13:00.000-07:002011-08-26T23:22:52.814-07:00Back on Track<center><iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/un60RISzE-A" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe></center>
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<br />It has been a long long time since the last I posted something on this site. A year or so ago. I may never have pictures to show or something to say that makes sense or is even worth reading. I may have stop taking pictures of life, but one thing is still definite, there is still something in life worth writing about.
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<br />For starters, life here in Cebu has taken a peculiar turn. One I was not expecting of. Been in a relationship for over a year now. I don't know how to see this particular scene in my life's tapestry. This is an area clouded by a lot of emotions. One I will be describing in my succeeding posts. On another light, my work is great. I just got promoted. I am taking in new responsibilities, seeing my self through challenges and more often triumphant than not.
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<br />My relationship is taking the lead in my state of affairs. It dictates which of option I should take. Whether I should climb another level in the corporate ladder, or not, will not be taken in to action if it would mean that by doing so I will be losing much of my time over to stressful decision making moments rather than spending quality time with the object of my affection. When I love, it is really hard to define myself outside of it. I love recklessly, I love with all my heart. The good thing is that I am sharing this same concept with the same person who shows me the same amount of care as that of what I am showing.
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<br />It has been a year since I've lost in love. The coming over here in Cebu primarily was governed by thoughts of career improvement. When I came here, what I have in mind was a shot in love ones more. That relationship, prior to the one I have right now, didn't work, there were two many differences. I was asked to move here so we could live together under one roof. But, I've seen too great of a difference between us that to cohabit will definitely bring out the worst of our character. Yes, there was a mismatch, so I shifted my attention from love to really making things work here in Cebu. I think there was an amount of "fixing" that needs to be done in me, a portion of my life dedicated to taking up challenges and furthering my experience, my expertise in the corporate world. So I traced my new career with a new outlook. I am no longer subject to my emotions, one thing that is so hard to contend with, but I've learned, I really learned a lot.
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<br />So on with the new career, a sales trainer. After a year I finally got promoted to another level within the organization. I never really applied for the promotion. It was more like being singled out and voted by my peers as someone fitting for such a role. There were reasons that pushed me back from taking a position higher than what was what I originally came here in Cebu for. When I signed the new contract for my promotion, I never really thought highly of myself. I was not thinking much of getting a higher pay than the really high pay I am getting prior to the move up. I never thought of the new POWER I had along with the new position. What was in my mind is the fact that my scope of subordinates expanded drastically, one I was scared of being not able to manage wisely. the question that reverberated through my thoughts was not all about money or power, but the question of being a good leader, a doubt and fear that has become a shadow to me. Will I be able to affect a positive change? One that will bring a positive effect to the people below me, more importantly to my superiors, the ones who believe that I have what it takes.
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<br />But way back, further into the history of my stay here. I finally met the person I have been in constant contact with for almost 3 or 4 years. The person I am loving dearly now. Who would have thought that after a failed relationship, one that was even prior to that previous affair I described above, I would still be able to find the person that will fit in perfectly to the void I have been carrying around. A perfect fit to my imperfections, to the kind of person I am, someone that loves fiercely.
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<br />Everything in our perspective matched accordingly. We both don't like smoking, loud music in bars and sipping on a vodka sprite is no longer a sight or feeling to behold. There is nothing worth doing than getting an 8 hours of sleep, watching nice movies on our flat screen, and cooking gourmet and Filipino dishes out of our little kitchen, malls, gadgets--it is all about us, in a life dominated by solitude that only a handful of few are able to navigate successfully. Yes, it is almost perfect.
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<br />to be continued...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443312176271760638.post-17954955908468737052010-11-23T18:26:00.000-08:002010-11-23T18:49:17.009-08:00Blah, blah, blah...Here in Cebu still. Figuring out how to fit everything I want to do for work, all of this cramped into an 8 hour shift, I am pressed down, but not complaining. Work can drive me nuts but I have to admit that it does sometimes provide an avenue so I can keep myself sane. I would have to admit that it feels relieving that every nerve in my brain is working, hard, so I can come up with a sound decision. And more terribly so, management is requiring me to do just that every time. <br /><br />Fulfilling, that's just a term. In some ways I feel just that, especially when you get something good done and people starts to give you a pat in the back. But deep within, I am running hard so I can get myself lost in the midst of the praises. Knowing pretty well that the one, whose attention I am dying to get, is out there trying to figure out how to not let me know that I am no longer the subject of that affection. Sometimes, the intention behind why lies are told justifies the lie itself. I will try to drown myself in that lie as I seek vindication from the pain, from that sad feeling of being in the losing end. Worst of it all, I cant stop myself from not yielding.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443312176271760638.post-86913320738220498012010-04-03T20:03:00.001-07:002010-04-03T20:21:04.496-07:00Rant ModeI should quit blogging! That's what I feel out of being not able to update my posts. My schedule for next week will now change and I will soon be back doing grave yard shifts. I haven't pondered much on what will happen. The stress has not died down yet and it feels so degrading that I have to allow the company to squeeze me dry for every single penny they are paying me. O well, its the thing we go through to earn money, who says life can be easier? Life must be very happy looking down at me as it pours out tons and tons of lemon. excess lemonade! I wish there is a way where I can hurl all these lemons back at life! hah! lol!<br /><br />I should stop forming a bad habit out of being with bad company. I should start thinking about what I will do to maximize most of my time here in cebu. I still have a mom to support so it is getting a bit challenging as the day goes by. I have to reshuffle my interests and priorities. Being single again is a lot easier knowing that I wouldnt have to mind sharing my time with someone. Though sometimes I get to miss those warm loving arms that engulfs me into a heaven like comfort. Well, I bet I am not remembered well for I know the person is just doing fine. I am happy with it, the things that is happenine in his life right now surely will make him a better person considering that he is up to new challenges and meeting new friends. :)<br /><br />It really gets boring during the weekends. Right now, I am having the longest vacation so far for this year and it just sucks. I feel so lonely and lifeless. I wish there is another way to making my life better. Here is hoping for a more relax week.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443312176271760638.post-16839301636908125652010-03-26T21:09:00.000-07:002010-03-27T00:46:55.817-07:00Four Seasons of Loneliness<center><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dpvv8cS9CzQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dpvv8cS9CzQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></center><br /><br />It has been a full week of cramming, sleeplessness, anxiety, and loneliness, bordering the reality of not being noticed with the one you like and missing a not so distant past. <br /><br />I just remembered It's been a year, I recollected those pieces. Checked my heart, noticed that the wound has healed. The scars are still there but it is beating perfectly, as if nothing happened. Recently I almost damaged it again, but all those aching moments I spent turned out to be a good way of strengthening me. 3 weeks ago I decided to end a relationship, the relationship that gave me the will to move out of Cagayan de Oro and back to Cebu just to be with my partner. Half smiling, I realized, not all those unbelieveable scenes that I think can only happen in overly, exagerated Telenovelas can also happen in real life, and the worst is that it happened in mine.<br /><br />It is a new career in a city I once called my second Home. The hustle and bustle of a metropolitan lifestyle. Different people, different walks of life. All forming an intricate pattern too big for me to get along. Everything is difficult if you live alone. I feel so small and worthless. I landed a job that is asking too much in exchange of a big pay. I feel so inadequate and less equiped. It made me ask, what have I been doing for the last 4 years to improve myself? Sad, there used to be someone who saw the very best in me and in my worst that person carried me without even asking or grumbling. Time has changed everything, a lot.<br /><br />It was a fine day, a couple of minutes more and then work will soon take over the crevices of my thoughts. Before I get lost in that limbo, I held on to myself as I boarded the elevator, without missing a beat, I pressed the number 6 button. I recalled the flight of stairs I used to go through and the warm smiles of the people I considered my second family. How are they doing now? I mused as I waited for the lift to reach the 6th floor. And, as the door opened, I reliquished my thoughts back to the reality; it's another day in the office.<br /><br />Where am I really heading? That is a question I cant answer, I missed my mom so much and I am taking time in adjusting to eveything. Plus, falling in love in a big city like cebu is just different from Cagayan de Oro. People here can be so fiercely blunt and sometimes completely indifferent, even the person I am beginning to like. Some people doesnt have the balls to tell you the truth that they dont like you, and some just wants you to read between the lines.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443312176271760638.post-65711545873685228682010-03-06T18:10:00.000-08:002010-03-06T19:15:55.846-08:00The Making of a Call Center DivaI created this video for fun and was shown during our 3rd year Anniversary Celebration.<br /><br /><center><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxTmZ9Jq53FWb-yoYPIacMu6VvhH2SO-x5xntwBwY7FbPZe8EFb1uXLfdVyQj7jPQJ0zqmxapopVc9Bi6Gc1A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></center>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443312176271760638.post-24727409965771848782010-02-10T21:50:00.001-08:002010-02-18T19:26:17.521-08:00<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VkL2cYKu2L4&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VkL2cYKu2L4&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="280"></embed></object><br /><br />I miss you like crazy, originally done by Miss Natalie Cole and now being covered by Erik Santos. I have always liked this song much more now that it has a guy's voice over it... sigh... :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443312176271760638.post-76327427486021363062010-02-04T13:39:00.000-08:002010-02-04T13:44:52.482-08:00Once, there was a man named Larry Graham<center><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r-gzahkbvUU&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/r-gzahkbvUU&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></center><br /><br />Before people began drinking booze and singing this song in Karaoke pubs, there was once a man who sang this song beautifully. Here is the original voice behind the popular song, One in a Million (You)... :PUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443312176271760638.post-85897772909438204492010-02-03T00:00:00.000-08:002010-02-03T00:07:17.250-08:00The Power of a Song<object width="425" height="344"><center><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uEuCS33-ebM&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uEuCS33-ebM&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></center></object><br /><br />There is something embedded in this song. The melody is so much in tune with what the lyrics is saying. The first time I heard this was way way way back before in college, at the time when the sitcom Ally Mcbeal was airing. I cant help but get teary eyed everytime... :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443312176271760638.post-72843887167655887572010-01-13T21:22:00.000-08:002010-01-13T22:13:16.717-08:00LDRs, Crossroads., And That Weird FeelingFirst off, I don't want to start without even greeting everyone a Happy New Year. I am skipping my new year's resolution because I don't want to be excessive in being a control freak. I have already concurred to the fact that I cant control everything so I am just leaving it all up to pure instinct at this point.<br /><br />I had a great holiday which I feel would be my last here in CDO if my plans would pursue this year. There has been a lot of movements of people around me lately, in the office, my friends, relatives and even my siblings. All these made me reconsider what I have been doing for the last 4 years here in CDO. Would this be enough for me to say that its about time to close the chapters of my life here and proceed to writing a new one somewhere? I am not worried at all of whats going to become, I am far more concern of making most of my time while I am considerably young. So the question of which I have not entertained for at least 2 years resurfaced again, "is it time for me to move?".<br /><br /> I have done the best I could in everything so far. Though I have seen so many down falls, still I was able to cope up and go on. Career wise I think there is much to explore, so much to consider. There are still other things which i have not taken into another level and as being a trainer that's how i feel. I have cast my gaze over the turfs of Cebu. My last visit there rekindled a lot of lost feelings, but somehow all the changes that happened in the city in the years of my absence made me a little alienated. "How about Manila?" I mused but I am too old to do major adjustments. I have lost the sense of adventure and that alone made me discount that thought.<br /><br />A bigger city, a wider scope for opportunities. That's all I have in mind, but i can never discount the fact that a little bit earlier I thought of moving back in Cebu not because of these career chow chows. It was because i wanted to be with someone. I am in a relationship as of the moment and well it's just been 3 months. I have always said a lot of things such as not going back to one, but i know that's only when I get burned, when i hurt. So here i am again, armed with lessons of my past relationship I ventured into another. "This time", I thought, "would be different". It's nice to feel the rush of emotions when you think of the person, I'd better give my all than regret it in the end.<br /><br />Because of this, I've already spoken to my mom about my plans. There's a lot of risks I am going to take but all these means nothing as long as I am pursuing it for happiness, for the one i love. And, should I fail in this relationship I would say that at least I loved and was loved in return to some extent. How about the pain? Well I should not forget that it's always been part and parcel of this relationship. I just want to love without any restrictions, without any conditions if I may say. I want to learn to become a better person, I think that's what a relationship should bring out of you and not your bad side. Above all I know things will be okay, as long as my partner loves me in the same way as i do, then things will be alright.<br /><br />Still speaking of relationships, whatever got into me? Since before i could never imagine having a romantic relationship from a distance. But what about this time? Well, this is my second time so far when it comes to running a long distance affair. All the effort I exert is just so taxing. The good side about having a Long distance relationship is that you almost own all of your time. Yet, you would still have to give more in terms of everything. Because of the distance, relationships like this should have to be founded on trust. trust is the main key by far and both parties must be trustworthy.<br /><br />Putting trust in the picture, I do have issues regarding that. I am not talking about third parties, no not that, at least I am too in love to entertain one. My issue really has something to do with trust but it's on another level and not about infidelity. The thing is, I have been bothered with this weird feeling that something is not right between me and my partner. I feel like I am not getting all the attention I need and that just ticks me off a bit. I had been trying to rule it all out to my paranoia because I act like a deranged lover sometimes (lol). But still that little voice called intuition makes you feel uncomfortable whenever it starts to chatter. My thinking is that my partner is not just so into me or at least that's how I feel. We've talked about this and I was assured that the feeling is still there and as a matter of fact my partner added that it has even intensified. I would like to mention also the help that all my friends have given in terms of giving me a sound advice that could knock me off my insanity, especially to Peter Paul who thinks that that "something's wrong" feeling I got is just a manifestation of my paranoia. That's all he said after I allowed him to listen to a conversation I had with my partner over the phone. Well I think all this is because i am not used to being that far away from my partner. I just need to loosen up a bit, anyway the big day to crack this big decision up is still about to come and I know that a lot of things can still happen somewhere in between. So until then I remain... happy New Year to everyone!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443312176271760638.post-69023615942930458332009-12-11T20:59:00.000-08:002009-12-11T21:33:57.214-08:00Ayala Terraces: A New Face, a New Phase<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_CakokWLnRPZGvfCn9mZYRIuOEh5u6C6wDpdQueEtvkmMcPE4bKmnWhMSaEo4sR1e_uk-ksv97MB9nCxYDHWobUDnBB75rim5MUbRfLG5SfolPWsQYLyqw9dYeJ6XfmA7pZQ6BXUWmsZo/s1600-h/CIMG0715.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_CakokWLnRPZGvfCn9mZYRIuOEh5u6C6wDpdQueEtvkmMcPE4bKmnWhMSaEo4sR1e_uk-ksv97MB9nCxYDHWobUDnBB75rim5MUbRfLG5SfolPWsQYLyqw9dYeJ6XfmA7pZQ6BXUWmsZo/s200/CIMG0715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414211321647097122" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK0emDanZoBb_X3rluvpXn8qxDfD6JLNacvDZOHRjU9YQTAl0imeP8-UMWU-4aPF-2l7Vs7HmE-5GhBB7rf0bYBWf8qXbUWi7-IDdUAm92APx4cZ4wAJ3LA_Vh9CwKIjuh8SleQaLMfkwF/s1600-h/CIMG0713.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK0emDanZoBb_X3rluvpXn8qxDfD6JLNacvDZOHRjU9YQTAl0imeP8-UMWU-4aPF-2l7Vs7HmE-5GhBB7rf0bYBWf8qXbUWi7-IDdUAm92APx4cZ4wAJ3LA_Vh9CwKIjuh8SleQaLMfkwF/s200/CIMG0713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414211305765392898" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipHLRf6A-iNJAFf6VLehIYciuZmwpkp_yyPIrCa5SQNBAveJS3dGLf3tUol5pQoPtlS5zezl_UeSW5cRR9_XltgOxjlmFwkeCDUnlIV8inhBkkk6BgPIeNQ_VPIcdWjRM3HCwiC6LzT6cK/s1600-h/CIMG0714.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipHLRf6A-iNJAFf6VLehIYciuZmwpkp_yyPIrCa5SQNBAveJS3dGLf3tUol5pQoPtlS5zezl_UeSW5cRR9_XltgOxjlmFwkeCDUnlIV8inhBkkk6BgPIeNQ_VPIcdWjRM3HCwiC6LzT6cK/s200/CIMG0714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414211309587612210" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8UaSh6aiQeCR-HrLXi5qLpPGnNVXZqw7Cky9F_2EubSrEORqotPJN0quCzb_Hf4fMyNyxJrPLpmlslJjjNtERG_0Bvi1HWMrD8s_bqkR_TBcKuC-iKMOhr5KNoVjJAy7ajcZeqIarLF3V/s1600-h/CIMG0716.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8UaSh6aiQeCR-HrLXi5qLpPGnNVXZqw7Cky9F_2EubSrEORqotPJN0quCzb_Hf4fMyNyxJrPLpmlslJjjNtERG_0Bvi1HWMrD8s_bqkR_TBcKuC-iKMOhr5KNoVjJAy7ajcZeqIarLF3V/s200/CIMG0716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414211324667725682" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnPuzj21Fnj6OYP9gX3z9NFlRrkJNXx15ZmKSd658CBrHpXI56UFiQgxCbU0-B-bjqOwF9DnwsriOHt5-lB8523bY3P7MLKP1alFLdPNrjhq6GuCC45zmcZJHHNcO_ZD3QvxeJ35bQxltw/s1600-h/CIMG0709.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnPuzj21Fnj6OYP9gX3z9NFlRrkJNXx15ZmKSd658CBrHpXI56UFiQgxCbU0-B-bjqOwF9DnwsriOHt5-lB8523bY3P7MLKP1alFLdPNrjhq6GuCC45zmcZJHHNcO_ZD3QvxeJ35bQxltw/s200/CIMG0709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414211301477443634" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Ayala Terraces: A breath of fresh air and a sight for sore eye!</span></span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Boom, Boom, Pow! That's all I can say. Ayala has redefined the meaning of Malling. It has become more than what it can actually offer. Left alone, Ayala Center in Cebu has led the revolution of business districts in a City. With a space big enough to house the entire business district of Cebu, ayala has crafted a magnificent landscape combining luxury and business all together. It feels like being transported to another city when inside the area. Definitely the queen City of the south has ones again widen its gap from other booming cities in Visayas and Mindanao.<br /><br />Ayala Terraces is like a another mall beside an existing one. The terraces feels like a hidden garden without the thought of being hidden of course, and the experience one can get when dinning in any of the restaurants in this mega structure feels like a breath of fresh air. Certainly, it doesn't feel like you are in a mall whenever you are trekking along with the "sight for sore eye" views.<br /><br />The terraces houses a hub of restaurants that sits beside each other. The culinary haven of Ayala is being matched alongside with boutiques and a couple other stores that dot the veranda, unanimously adding to the wide choices that the ayala terraces is offering its mallers and shoppers. When visiting Cebu, Ayala is diffinitely an experience worth taking. :)<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443312176271760638.post-56963574436737404862009-12-04T17:36:00.000-08:002009-12-05T22:25:23.030-08:00Cebu Food Tripping<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilgcKG2MbAEJkY-4mIjieYwIm9mhkgnDYrBZAa48Iu25L5i8Lmv0KhS_luUnUyolI5vuGk_2eOPGN_-fi38tBXjJEvz3-g_4phKBCZoBH20lBiftdWKuaupOiNkOamqTTR31e_9gitx246/s1600-h/CIMG0725.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilgcKG2MbAEJkY-4mIjieYwIm9mhkgnDYrBZAa48Iu25L5i8Lmv0KhS_luUnUyolI5vuGk_2eOPGN_-fi38tBXjJEvz3-g_4phKBCZoBH20lBiftdWKuaupOiNkOamqTTR31e_9gitx246/s320/CIMG0725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411560673726931026" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Home grown pop-burger icon FLAME IT which boasts as one of Cebu's burger haven.<br />This half pounder 100% burger patty, grilled to mouth watering extents is a must visit for those who're tired of the common bland burgers that most fast chain serve.</span></span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It is far too impossible not crave for soul food, especially after going around a busy city. Cebu has a lot of choices when it comes to dining and enumerating them would at least take a month worth of blogging for me. However, let me mention a few of my favorites.<br /><br />There is a lot of places when it comes to dining in Cebu. It would sometimes make me think if cebuanos include eating as one of their favorite pastimes. There's just so many dining havens that one cannot just find all of them stacked in one place, though there is a plenty of them in malls.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMv97k6JheJG9y9L1BFKJL8r8T8Mmu6OdX391UdWkwIdSldZqZ5i1-YIp6PJJ77jE0BKA9rDQaLXWjLGKxD2KAFPu9ai7epG7-Jyx-kmHc_m05QwJbCxohqrLcFRS3EC0P60E__GHnXwM5/s1600-h/Rikoy-0095.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMv97k6JheJG9y9L1BFKJL8r8T8Mmu6OdX391UdWkwIdSldZqZ5i1-YIp6PJJ77jE0BKA9rDQaLXWjLGKxD2KAFPu9ai7epG7-Jyx-kmHc_m05QwJbCxohqrLcFRS3EC0P60E__GHnXwM5/s320/Rikoy-0095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411998393936669794" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSJtzQSItbQl2y2Zs-V8478vSjFyl_hSRRQI_pDoM9JlNWGXS2f3JQq0vH_SSAVDhRjjkVS5MCGF6piRwTvDlZE0tlCtD8-G5ITNUoA0G-ubClBzP0lSt6XoGnwu8oreBdRKk7SwULPqkr/s1600-h/Rikoy-0096.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSJtzQSItbQl2y2Zs-V8478vSjFyl_hSRRQI_pDoM9JlNWGXS2f3JQq0vH_SSAVDhRjjkVS5MCGF6piRwTvDlZE0tlCtD8-G5ITNUoA0G-ubClBzP0lSt6XoGnwu8oreBdRKk7SwULPqkr/s320/Rikoy-0096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411998404496592578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">T.G.I. Friday's version of seafood pasta in white pesto sauce (TOP) and their famous Fisherman's Catch (BOTTOM). TGI Friday is an Amrican restaurant with branches inManila and at the Terraces in Ayala Center Cebu.</span></span></span><br /></div><br />When in Cebu one can visit places such as Foodland where the famous La Tegola is. One can also visit A.S. Fortuna which is a street being shared by two barangays, Banilad and Talamban that hosts a couple of affordable restuarants, such as AA grill House, Coffee Beanery for delectable pastries, Japanese Fast Food and Cafe and a whole lot more.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7NkCa74M4uJmQF4hak3qvxcuYrd2w85dCGq5JBW4XXF2b8AFSc4ezLgpdiEkVE4jatk3khY-aueAsyOnNza2srvvqCJUWfNJfqaSVf3n5lP_1NWM4Hv-_OWXqlcf6kZ2VpeJfjTXg5HkY/s1600-h/Rikoy-0101.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7NkCa74M4uJmQF4hak3qvxcuYrd2w85dCGq5JBW4XXF2b8AFSc4ezLgpdiEkVE4jatk3khY-aueAsyOnNza2srvvqCJUWfNJfqaSVf3n5lP_1NWM4Hv-_OWXqlcf6kZ2VpeJfjTXg5HkY/s320/Rikoy-0101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411998406256875938" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Filipino Food Choices in one of the biggest Food Courts in all SM Branches, SM City Cebu FOOD Court.</span></span></span><br /></div><br />When dining in Cebu, you can chose from among cuisines which might capture your craving for the day. In SM and Ayala alone, there is a whole lot of selections of Food and cuisines from different culture; Persian, Italian, Korean, Japanese, Chinese, French, Indian, Turkish and of course Filipino. The sky is the limit for these and only your appetite and budget will be your main obstacle. So, experiencing Cebu is not only by sight or by smell but also through your tummies. Hope you enjoy Cebu as much as I did. =)<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443312176271760638.post-55745908611149086522009-12-01T18:44:00.000-08:002009-12-02T05:06:07.987-08:00Cebu Reunited: Departure and Arrival<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsioARgNPMbYDwcET7OA63y0yn9PPmncGxaTm_9fimepIfzmvJlKZVRYNQXHvuUT7bLIeN1R3y70z1cbSiJYs1T2JIJc1XqZEnG3BddRSNTJjvNUIujGl35FKldb8PBr_Tu7MLAKYz63OL/s1600-h/CIMG0693.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsioARgNPMbYDwcET7OA63y0yn9PPmncGxaTm_9fimepIfzmvJlKZVRYNQXHvuUT7bLIeN1R3y70z1cbSiJYs1T2JIJc1XqZEnG3BddRSNTJjvNUIujGl35FKldb8PBr_Tu7MLAKYz63OL/s320/CIMG0693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410465359065142066" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Cagayan de Oro Port: A view from the deck of Cebu Ferries 1</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I have always been planning to visit Cebu, but I was not expecting that it would be that soon. All this came just in time when I had the best reason to go there. I had always enjoyed traveling, if I had the resources and the time, I would love to go around the Philippines. It is great to know that our country is keeping within its borders some of the best scenery and places that cannot be found elsewhere. And, talking about best places to visit, I could not discount the beauty that is Cebu in my list.<br /><br />It's been quite sometime since I visited Cebu. The last time was last year, at the time before my father's death. I had been holding back myself from being reunited with the City, I could only but think of living there again and this year is no different. Cebu has been like my second home and going back there for a visit and spending it with someone makes it more special.<br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7fsUVC03JJ6ca4OrlEudCfqL5GRmKiCRggjiHaW2BJJhqmPH4oUOahDdap2DaZxUddeU3lBQzo6y64fFJB9gtjAGEZQ4IJfzYcqg8x2DffPOV9gqATqe8g1DYmkHg17lYhb4g63X4vnkH/s1600-h/CIMG0763.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7fsUVC03JJ6ca4OrlEudCfqL5GRmKiCRggjiHaW2BJJhqmPH4oUOahDdap2DaZxUddeU3lBQzo6y64fFJB9gtjAGEZQ4IJfzYcqg8x2DffPOV9gqATqe8g1DYmkHg17lYhb4g63X4vnkH/s320/CIMG0763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410465389882534210" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcaLOV8NgM7LroIm2qmtLwUDLM6VnSTtfXRJ9yg-WSd4BraF1Rbx_XgsEcmwWpNLzl94A68YLuhaffRVss4dGfy45xQrQy0PqoVAqr26WYu4kaq0tF-_4fyiPK0S5zVQtFrtPiXzZZuuJK/s1600-h/CIMG0760.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcaLOV8NgM7LroIm2qmtLwUDLM6VnSTtfXRJ9yg-WSd4BraF1Rbx_XgsEcmwWpNLzl94A68YLuhaffRVss4dGfy45xQrQy0PqoVAqr26WYu4kaq0tF-_4fyiPK0S5zVQtFrtPiXzZZuuJK/s320/CIMG0760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410465379362115778" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6n8HEy5VJA3_VSUECfMQy4_qsp15-8Qcb9Qh4y_ZrGCNVZfBborOxbsfuwwJP0z4kynkFMAaThUEk3CbGmnoZEOryHZYoYmbk_rhG0jPNKwVYWeWIPz5HM-MXwlYiWIgynAALQ0GsDPgQ/s1600-h/CIMG0762.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6n8HEy5VJA3_VSUECfMQy4_qsp15-8Qcb9Qh4y_ZrGCNVZfBborOxbsfuwwJP0z4kynkFMAaThUEk3CbGmnoZEOryHZYoYmbk_rhG0jPNKwVYWeWIPz5HM-MXwlYiWIgynAALQ0GsDPgQ/s320/CIMG0762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410465368539684786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >Much has changed in Cebu. The city has improved so much and from this view alone, the skylines of the queen city of the south has changed a lot in over 5 years. Even this skyline is so different from the one I saw about a year or two ago.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi36CmK6W9F_V34ZdjDebNgyioDiXoDeHnDtyA4qmiHHp4xqzrl2Ntd9TilXAnlp_mg6JwKaf4S59_5CrPtaCi20tPfehfXY9VWvWhtAbtL2Q8-88VoeG3ZdeSZlRxjLaw4ZgxfpyIots7i/s1600-h/CIMG0761.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi36CmK6W9F_V34ZdjDebNgyioDiXoDeHnDtyA4qmiHHp4xqzrl2Ntd9TilXAnlp_mg6JwKaf4S59_5CrPtaCi20tPfehfXY9VWvWhtAbtL2Q8-88VoeG3ZdeSZlRxjLaw4ZgxfpyIots7i/s320/CIMG0761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410465374225995586" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Bajaos, waiting for the passengers on board to throw out coins to them<br />as the ship maneuvers itself to dock at the port.</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">It amazes me that Cebu is moving on in such a rate. The economy is well fed, high rise buildings chaning the Cebu City skylines, and the streets are getting busier. The Ayala Business Park along side with the Cebu City I.T. Park has been blossoming in the midst of an economic crisis. It is fascinating to note how much a resilient city is Cebu. A City just outside of Imperial Manila, asserting itself not only as a business destination but also a tourism Mecha of the Philippines.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443312176271760638.post-41589491648641846432009-11-13T01:31:00.000-08:002009-11-13T02:21:40.694-08:00Sweet November... :)<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF7pvf6PKWh2_wd5ex-Bx42Aei8xVN5VBVIjiUoxK_oTkTG6ncMyE9EcZLrrH4OuBAVEIGtSAgX0LksObY5scObe0pub7dRZ0Gf_mkJ296mwe7fYd_9wY514tSsH9mjTmDei-1A3QcDnD0/s1600-h/DSC04789.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF7pvf6PKWh2_wd5ex-Bx42Aei8xVN5VBVIjiUoxK_oTkTG6ncMyE9EcZLrrH4OuBAVEIGtSAgX0LksObY5scObe0pub7dRZ0Gf_mkJ296mwe7fYd_9wY514tSsH9mjTmDei-1A3QcDnD0/s320/DSC04789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403519526439993970" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I took this picture just to buy time while waiting for the chef as he finishes up our meal<br /></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzdua6MtYSnsa9eojkQYLpK0yGPccKv5tBCXnlAuuHeVoGc24iIe7pHkOGbHD33_-hGMA7lDxBMZrtmI4HfQAN0ybyNe-hSx1O47z_gklU1cqEukOiwSl1A_lyFqs5tFIcl_1zCipnCboL/s1600-h/DSC04787.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzdua6MtYSnsa9eojkQYLpK0yGPccKv5tBCXnlAuuHeVoGc24iIe7pHkOGbHD33_-hGMA7lDxBMZrtmI4HfQAN0ybyNe-hSx1O47z_gklU1cqEukOiwSl1A_lyFqs5tFIcl_1zCipnCboL/s320/DSC04787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403524662113959858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Sometimes, something so ordinary can become extraordinary, all it needs is a little recognition.</span></span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_J4dJnXj5FWXirr06O4qTtoCRumI1DIub0TQLQnHFOB6reh6AD-Dc0CPURitdjc8qEWS7g2oi6aWb-v6IflKhORtqstVFE-vkrIWT2Kr3vo_8ppGwtzEP4m6ehLbt9Ft03dPIEx2mp7n8/s1600-h/DSC04798.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_J4dJnXj5FWXirr06O4qTtoCRumI1DIub0TQLQnHFOB6reh6AD-Dc0CPURitdjc8qEWS7g2oi6aWb-v6IflKhORtqstVFE-vkrIWT2Kr3vo_8ppGwtzEP4m6ehLbt9Ft03dPIEx2mp7n8/s320/DSC04798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403519531594034194" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">This House fly provided me a good practice session for my budding skills.<br />Amazingly, I can't figure why such a small creature </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">could fly around high altitudes like this...</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje_LC6eTn2y3o0dzm5uTSg-RaLy1eJ2wXl6q85p5-gzgJC_hxtR4oFp76rz2H-dV3r7_SE1tLAoesYpvQjTVsqxLJqb_uNtqHVzUtuqSyoYAcw5PjjV4NJN3VNqUCXsHSTYoV-rS5MsRu9/s1600-h/DSC04783.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje_LC6eTn2y3o0dzm5uTSg-RaLy1eJ2wXl6q85p5-gzgJC_hxtR4oFp76rz2H-dV3r7_SE1tLAoesYpvQjTVsqxLJqb_uNtqHVzUtuqSyoYAcw5PjjV4NJN3VNqUCXsHSTYoV-rS5MsRu9/s320/DSC04783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403524247766720114" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLlvmiMy8FiZT8HiT6OgprP9-YPOnIY6qM0jMvslD6ZPwW5oXaJvUY83MpV0PKP6vyfCWpXG95IBwmqy1N1CkmFQcKI8KvOEK_wtxNJNGbVQHYCsIzFBXGtS_k7Q9cMg6L_Zto5cqgpSUi/s1600-h/DSC04777.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLlvmiMy8FiZT8HiT6OgprP9-YPOnIY6qM0jMvslD6ZPwW5oXaJvUY83MpV0PKP6vyfCWpXG95IBwmqy1N1CkmFQcKI8KvOEK_wtxNJNGbVQHYCsIzFBXGtS_k7Q9cMg6L_Zto5cqgpSUi/s320/DSC04777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403524243794749362" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Gazing around t</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">he restaurant as I marveled at such an ambiance and just</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> outside the window I can't help but be slack-jawed at the pano</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">ramic picture of cdo...<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> </span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLqAkSd7O1ZnjMOkpNhq8oayfN4Nc9EJqN2_B50wNzkLytqiN5ET_o2ZkzdlmqnXQYdVlJ3KoxtMAdTzAL_Uz9-oB9uf9faaiFL5MMVbHrNXFpN7q93uQVmimUa4Swpwdfbeldw69I4iy_/s1600-h/DSC04802.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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font-weight: bold;">Enjoying the view outside the glass window as we savored an excellent meal and a time to bond together. </span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjochWq2Z9NE0O4pFnPP-hdGE3iZ5rHuQw4NO-aIDfasQVKHghc-4UXCiS3cHchbSwZld9C9wuA7r-qcWHGVKm2xJ9NZTtz1baDWIW3xvcFShmB9Mqfepn2ODd5ieO1drH6ga0DYORcrfTM/s1600-h/DSC04763.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjochWq2Z9NE0O4pFnPP-hdGE3iZ5rHuQw4NO-aIDfasQVKHghc-4UXCiS3cHchbSwZld9C9wuA7r-qcWHGVKm2xJ9NZTtz1baDWIW3xvcFShmB9Mqfepn2ODd5ieO1drH6ga0DYORcrfTM/s320/DSC04763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403524669166172434" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I can never be exceedingly romantic, but thinking of things you can possibly do together to figure out your similarities and the things which differentiates both of you all seems to feel like exploring an unfamiliar territory. It makes things seems surreal, knowing that you can never change a person to love them but to embrace every single idiosyncrasies and appreciating their uniqueness. They will only become the best they can be if you help them realize their potential. I never expected for all of this to happen but I guess all relationships always starts out from something. Friends we've been for almost two years and we went through paths almost similar but uniquely different but never did I ever imagine that out of that friendship we can build something extraordinary. Just as I have always thought, surprises can sometimes be annoying but this one is something different from the rest... =)<br /></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443312176271760638.post-17446530429700571812009-11-09T05:17:00.000-08:002009-11-10T03:15:35.374-08:00Reel to Real: CUCC Custome Party<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6aq2BIFWhQEtmqGdoDr0oTpqnVsNvqrH3LmmyJHNMV9HbmPSVGzPlvuQsOx9kLaROmml_lFPXSp81jCOAZhSWyfS7VPt-klHrAlgD4v5LZ34xC_nQE54joqewyZQPK4exwYvna508FATs/s1600-h/Sadaku.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6aq2BIFWhQEtmqGdoDr0oTpqnVsNvqrH3LmmyJHNMV9HbmPSVGzPlvuQsOx9kLaROmml_lFPXSp81jCOAZhSWyfS7VPt-klHrAlgD4v5LZ34xC_nQE54joqewyZQPK4exwYvna508FATs/s320/Sadaku.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402098069639206642" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilyFcIOTaJqYbeGxptIaeVUE79n9Pmu1BZtXLUKUPueE9RdDN8Ff66vGeaTsnr8XsCj3vv6ZQG6iFL68LynGC8ffxRVBWyFzvma0dF8kJMACiIFcSyo6RlWlAHbdl37KfWLgI2KqeU2Pj0/s1600-h/Oprah.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilyFcIOTaJqYbeGxptIaeVUE79n9Pmu1BZtXLUKUPueE9RdDN8Ff66vGeaTsnr8XsCj3vv6ZQG6iFL68LynGC8ffxRVBWyFzvma0dF8kJMACiIFcSyo6RlWlAHbdl37KfWLgI2KqeU2Pj0/s320/Oprah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402098062950832050" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Jandy of "Boys over Flowers" and Oprah Winfrey</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9c1ZIg2RlpsRzEDjU-3tmrbwbQZ3aFlOUFTQyQhFFgkUioARasOs5YuLkCk1RJFF-wCqK2dBaQ9Sl3BAx6BhgiLoJD7ErPc5mU8aOHqvy5xi7Sgo1HQZgqLlqcaMH9BtT9yApv82oIuKJ/s1600-h/MeandMissU.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9c1ZIg2RlpsRzEDjU-3tmrbwbQZ3aFlOUFTQyQhFFgkUioARasOs5YuLkCk1RJFF-wCqK2dBaQ9Sl3BAx6BhgiLoJD7ErPc5mU8aOHqvy5xi7Sgo1HQZgqLlqcaMH9BtT9yApv82oIuKJ/s320/MeandMissU.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402098062502614194" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0g4ce7nTBpG1rRmLA-wNWfTWcg4iTvuNhnUF2XZgxJZRDozppK5P-XW1BeIgrv23Bhe9-d8eOxvZYO6ega4m9ZPLFplWJFmHdG8R6NPNU6n7QbFlEfMgKbWE4zuz0oqQrzQWm3H4RP9bj/s1600-h/Francis1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0g4ce7nTBpG1rRmLA-wNWfTWcg4iTvuNhnUF2XZgxJZRDozppK5P-XW1BeIgrv23Bhe9-d8eOxvZYO6ega4m9ZPLFplWJFmHdG8R6NPNU6n7QbFlEfMgKbWE4zuz0oqQrzQWm3H4RP9bj/s320/Francis1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402097683690567490" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Me and the Miss Universe of 2009</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKTjrzl0JN6ikMKApMemmbsxz-xNSffjnFNsyKVoKYsj3IWZ97T9rFjJdbw2R6gAm-As7KAU9bGMrqpcb9cuJ7tzuhcqDBQUKXBnRlnMvOsG34NmDn9RCGQkQMLO4gXZkDeeVEsxr7Xv2a/s1600-h/Francis.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKTjrzl0JN6ikMKApMemmbsxz-xNSffjnFNsyKVoKYsj3IWZ97T9rFjJdbw2R6gAm-As7KAU9bGMrqpcb9cuJ7tzuhcqDBQUKXBnRlnMvOsG34NmDn9RCGQkQMLO4gXZkDeeVEsxr7Xv2a/s320/Francis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402097677346897954" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" >F<span style="font-weight: bold;">rancine striking a pose as she tore the night down with a glamorous entrance</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I had another chance last time to rob elbows with the stars who visited the costume party at the Grand Caprice Convention Center last Saturday, November 7, 2009. I had stomach cramps and an almost worn out jaw after a heartily laugh from the stunning performances of Oprah, Jandy of "Boys over Flowers" and the recently crowned Miss Universe.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443312176271760638.post-85661192358472084872009-10-18T18:50:00.000-07:002009-10-18T22:23:31.193-07:00Birthday Blessing<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEwmUxw-xBNfgvMpsHVIG1qem0KQ8xV8i-y-F3pvNKyNu1GKEv5lrCSfQ2kdV9Icuxans_exhl2ZvpY0gn7Pe4-YwShrgUoiKPROsPgt7xqfRYL3EOTsfBz6VX1G3UobheITKw0L0bSa-d/s1600-h/Rikoy.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEwmUxw-xBNfgvMpsHVIG1qem0KQ8xV8i-y-F3pvNKyNu1GKEv5lrCSfQ2kdV9Icuxans_exhl2ZvpY0gn7Pe4-YwShrgUoiKPROsPgt7xqfRYL3EOTsfBz6VX1G3UobheITKw0L0bSa-d/s400/Rikoy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394175842955047666" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br />Just cant help but be amazed on what this cam can do...<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkczGmb85Bg4QJbzyeYht3L1hFcuXPDoEWCXpqVG-qSBMEW3Y2nLnB0S9_71beMpxHTGOCym6Dx5gadvwA4MEj7qz6z-4ygeXmoPi2MPGtJmbeCZ0MmvahHBXgkDLT2dnlJsDz2jeLYZ3E/s1600-h/watches1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkczGmb85Bg4QJbzyeYht3L1hFcuXPDoEWCXpqVG-qSBMEW3Y2nLnB0S9_71beMpxHTGOCym6Dx5gadvwA4MEj7qz6z-4ygeXmoPi2MPGtJmbeCZ0MmvahHBXgkDLT2dnlJsDz2jeLYZ3E/s400/watches1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394175977347710930" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" ><br />A sea of watches: Two Tommy's and a Fossil<br /><br /></span></div>I would like to thank God and the the Lord Jesus Christ for all the blessing that was given to me, for being in control of my life as good things and bad things happened for the greater glory of my creator and my savior. I am thanking God for giving me my friends who remembered and celebrated my birthday with me as well as a loving family that is pushing me to become the person that I can be. To Jesus who is so patient, kind, merciful and loving. My Redeemer who does not give up on me no matter how many times I have been disobedient and rebellious. To God be all the glory and honor and power forever!<br /><br /><br />Family<br /><br />Mama Lita<br />Maghing<br />Manang Malou<br />Ate Liza<br />Mommy Rose<br />Uncle Jim<br />Aunt Sally<br />Manong Nene and Aunt Bebe<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span>Friends<br /></div><br />Marlo Canlas - Noki<br />Irl Dumalogdog - Irl<br />Joey Lecera - Wiwi<br />June Rey Bumanglag - JR<br />Dondie Distrito<br />Alexis Ebajay<br />Jay-R Tumulak<br />Vincent Miranda<br />Joan Librando<br />Christine Sevilla<br />Anabelle Janobas<br />Sharon Rose Galarpe<br />Glenn Dale Pobadora<br />Samantha Dungog<br />Anne Blessed CaƱizares<br />Donald Pal<br />Cookie ERfe<br />Anthony Gaas - Dongki<br />Peter Paul Gil<br />Hope Dangacal- Marquez<br />Blues Marquez<br />Miss Nenete Abecia<br />DOnna Martinez<br />Maci Martinez<br />Prexie Gay Abainza<br />Ronald Baa<br />Charlene Maderse<br />Stephen Llarena<br />JOnas Llarena - hehehehehe<br />Chai Popera<br />Joey Melliza<br />Alstir Tira - Muscle Boy<br />Miko Hipolito<br />Khoking Labor<br />Frances Peachy Konopka<br />Kristina Catan<br />Gwendee Gemperoa<br />Ronald Baa<br />Apple Lumantas<br />Joyce GO<br />Daryl Requerme<br />Mark Anthony<br />d^zhn<br />Joy Bartolaba<br />Francis Grefiel<br />Tina Adle<br />Cath Libarnes<br />PJ Colina<br />O Ejercito<br />Will Cuyos<br />Annie Batisla-on<br />Ting Alcudia<br />Rosalyn Baal<br />Mark Baulo<br />Sean Medenilla<br />Uly CAtalan - My Former Supe<br />Hope Valenzuela<br /><br /><br />Church Mates - Symphony for Jesus<br /><br />Ian Manrique<br />Joana Ty<br />John<br />Maggie<br />Linoy<br />Bing<br />Ate Givi<br />Randy<br />Jonie<br />Christylyn<br />Stephen<br />Kareen<br />Joyax<br />Jane<br />Ate Joy<br /><br />CUCC Trainees<br /><br />Farrah<br />Christian<br />Bon<br />Gen<br />Girlie<br />Ingrid<br />Paolo<br />Francis<br />Brylle<br />Doreen<br />Ma Erlinda<br />Mel<br />Andrew<br /><br />P.S.<br /><br />Just want to greet sid a happy birthday as well.. :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443312176271760638.post-30032552400015619692009-10-07T21:24:00.000-07:002009-10-07T21:27:21.200-07:00Bahay Kubo<center><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LXdDirGEFlg&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LXdDirGEFlg&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></center><br /><br />Came across this video in youtube... cute!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443312176271760638.post-83872015053903737462009-09-28T18:11:00.000-07:002009-09-28T18:16:25.845-07:00Inspired<center><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QDNm4y7_2Xw&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QDNm4y7_2Xw&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></center><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I first saw this video in my friend, sam's facebook post. I was so deeply moved by such inspiring words coming from a pure innocent heart--that of a child's. Enjoy the video and lets all love unconditionally. :D</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443312176271760638.post-13702998375136363022009-09-20T00:35:00.000-07:002009-09-20T01:58:49.956-07:00Finding the right note to sing again.<center><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wJEPg7fKOtc&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wJEPg7fKOtc&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></center><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Thank you - The kanitas</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">It's been a little while since I went out with friends. I got busy with things and my priority changed a little. A few weeks ago I was asked by my ministry's president to give out a special number during our Sunday service. I thought it's been a long while since I performed in public and singing for the Lord will be a new experience.<br /><br />I accepted that assignment without any second thought. It was an open invitation given to me by the Lord so that I can glorify him. I was not able to record my performance because of the solemness of the moment but I was able to find a video in youtube which contained the song I sang. I have to give a kudos to Yan-yan, a talented son of the Lord, for bringing out a good acoustic accompaniment. You'd see right up this page the video I embedded here in this post by the Katinas entitled Thank You which is also the same song I performed. I thank the Lord that he brought back that passion that i lost, to sing and for using the gift He gave me for His glory.<br /><br />I have to thank the Lord for keeping me. For bringing out the best in me, for loving me with that love that no one can give other than Him. I have to admit that i had been a disobedient and rebellious son a few weeks and months ago, but one thing I learned is that He alone can forgive me as long as I humble myself and seek him diligently. Just recently I went out dating, supposedly I shouldnt be doing it because in the first place I am still dating the wrong people. I am thanking the Lord that He is so full of grace and mercy for His gentle and sweet rebuke. Many times did I feel defeated or discouraged but the Lord redeemed me everytime, what a wonderful and beautiful savior He is. I am holding on to His word in Philippians 1:6 -<br /><br /></div><div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you<br />will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus."</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />I am still a work in progress and the Lord is still not done with me, I still bear that sign: "Underconstruction, Sorry for the inconvenience". I dont know how the Lord will change me, but one thing is for sure that He will complete me in His time, in His own way.<br /><br />This symphony sunday, october 25 of this year, will be my first time ever to lead the praise and worship for that special sunday service hosted by the young adults ministry of our church. I took the challenge by the Lord after a lot of people from the church prasied the Lord because of my performance. I thank the Lord again for letting me glory in Him. I am planning to pray and fast for this for the Lord's annointing. I am asking that He give me what I need to complete the job He has given. So up until then I would be busy and would have to cancel my planned trips and reschedule them this November right after mom will be back from her trip in Manila.<br /><br />I would have to prepare for my up coming birthday also which will be this October, because I still don't know how to celebrate it. I hope I wont get stressed out, this entire month of October, God forbid.<br /><br />Lastly, some pictures I posted below which I was unable to edit because I ran out of time. I have also been given a chance to go out with some of my friends last Friday night in a piano bar here in CDO. Thanks Jacky for the time you spent with me and to Carmel and Anna as well... and as for me, STOP DATING THE WRONG PEOPLE!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Bv2qnx0tGU7yoAas0KgmxRUMaFWknkzMgo7HXaxb1310AgLQcdHTlOhG_wB7N-6HOw2_vsJwji-1FSQZoRqTnZR6DJ9c8oiA_r7NsSfOJ2bczcDq1HSww4B6BE_weR8lG5k7UmwR4WoT/s1600-h/DSC00886.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Bv2qnx0tGU7yoAas0KgmxRUMaFWknkzMgo7HXaxb1310AgLQcdHTlOhG_wB7N-6HOw2_vsJwji-1FSQZoRqTnZR6DJ9c8oiA_r7NsSfOJ2bczcDq1HSww4B6BE_weR8lG5k7UmwR4WoT/s400/DSC00886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383455286506470082" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >Carmel and Me</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAy-KvG5B8fHhzhYHzKwDoIZvDZAqoPbVppOXlgDPlhX5MG05xym8KQ82VIMnMvfpCtc0KOfss7FJjOe8Lcsu3jCUNNlpPldVZB5G8PmJ-NhG0tpKqbg2NkWp0lZYmI9UZbyHaRjHW93yw/s1600-h/DSC00864.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAy-KvG5B8fHhzhYHzKwDoIZvDZAqoPbVppOXlgDPlhX5MG05xym8KQ82VIMnMvfpCtc0KOfss7FJjOe8Lcsu3jCUNNlpPldVZB5G8PmJ-NhG0tpKqbg2NkWp0lZYmI9UZbyHaRjHW93yw/s400/DSC00864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383453595374463682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Anna, Me and Jacky</span></span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443312176271760638.post-36636247170048541332009-08-15T00:40:00.000-07:002009-08-16T00:23:10.027-07:00Funfair: When one loses poise and sanity<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaRCFTfT1zb_DCIiXyj3Q7Rxq9L1uMS3RHp5LgXxgn4YMYfWbCzuRvcDIz4uBJSenYJhBNx_sFp_aBOY4v-0lU4zzofC9kpnPoZLz6jRFDXFj58hEwlajjl5DUM10MMjR4rLbTCQk3mdIp/s1600-h/whirl2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370110634513693442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaRCFTfT1zb_DCIiXyj3Q7Rxq9L1uMS3RHp5LgXxgn4YMYfWbCzuRvcDIz4uBJSenYJhBNx_sFp_aBOY4v-0lU4zzofC9kpnPoZLz6jRFDXFj58hEwlajjl5DUM10MMjR4rLbTCQk3mdIp/s400/whirl2.jpg" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">A Sea of ight</span><br />Photo Courtesy of Blues Marquez</span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">I was out with friends (Fonzi, Hope, Glenn, Sharon, and Paul) last Friday to check out this first class "perya" near a mall here in the city where I live. We took the time to bond together especially that we're about to face a busy week ahead of us, loaded with work. </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">It's amazing to note that the experience was one of the craziest and funniest ever. I've got first row seats in witnessing how respectable and well-behaved people could, in an instant, lose poise and bearing (LMAO). :)<br /><br />But before we even get there let me start off with showing you the talents of Blues in capturing blog worthy pictures (with me throwing in my adobe antiques) below:<br /><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxRkU3lBozVu8TjzeSmBbndJy7Kjdd0BwAWRFnoGnq8kfcC6uwCmtyz5Wc93PLDmGfQcTESK4NpS2oNWVzFCqezmy0CsQfrCBhwwNw4thOxA5HKxb6HrAUD9Mtcya74Fycwl93x8U10XjB/s1600-h/WallOfDeath.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370113615645616370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxRkU3lBozVu8TjzeSmBbndJy7Kjdd0BwAWRFnoGnq8kfcC6uwCmtyz5Wc93PLDmGfQcTESK4NpS2oNWVzFCqezmy0CsQfrCBhwwNw4thOxA5HKxb6HrAUD9Mtcya74Fycwl93x8U10XjB/s400/WallOfDeath.jpg" /></a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)">The death defying (though there's not</span></span></span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)">hing new about it) stunt of scooters,<br />I mean motorcyles.</span></span></span><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)">Motorcycles swirling inside a bowl-like structure which reminds me</span> </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)">of a food processor. </span></span></span>Seriously I was so tempted to throw in a couple of lettuce, cabbage, almonds and mayonnaise for some coleslaw.<br /><br /></div></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS7WqWyvXjbeHTNXRLSB3O-Ocs3pfgX6gl4x9vHG5-fNXc430pLIsTXMmxaHLyf4UP5kILpN1vR1qzbbjjp_zqa2XrOoROvGQ4rSxnCC3TwUOACnIb2nyp0v6ikoLxQey-3-3Pw5Houkmu/s1600-h/whirl.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370113605346821906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS7WqWyvXjbeHTNXRLSB3O-Ocs3pfgX6gl4x9vHG5-fNXc430pLIsTXMmxaHLyf4UP5kILpN1vR1qzbbjjp_zqa2XrOoROvGQ4rSxnCC3TwUOACnIb2nyp0v6ikoLxQey-3-3Pw5Houkmu/s400/whirl.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">A Human Meat grinder, I mean a rusty Ferry's Wheel<br />majestically trying to withstand the test of time.</span></span></span><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br />This cranky Ferry's Wheel which is adorned with lights was about 3 to 4 stories tall. I was reminded of my childhood days when I took my first ride on this contraption in a barrio fiesta.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimLoH7LumQ7e1dWeB2vtZB-6SxDhYMvGlNXRmqqN9VEreRSAZyLaqtFsKNo7XKOVt5RRTwS98BOa6BfYg9yjQHWdCtM3uieNvozlVKI5rciMaGgZRCS2HvyvyXMPzZLD9QMLg-Spwu8O2N/s1600-h/minor.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370114159809659634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimLoH7LumQ7e1dWeB2vtZB-6SxDhYMvGlNXRmqqN9VEreRSAZyLaqtFsKNo7XKOVt5RRTwS98BOa6BfYg9yjQHWdCtM3uieNvozlVKI5rciMaGgZRCS2HvyvyXMPzZLD9QMLg-Spwu8O2N/s400/minor.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">A minor's first hands-on epxerience with gambling, courtesy of his folks</span></span><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br />I have mixed emotions about this, though this looks like harmless in some ways, still I cant help but wonder about what's this little boy's take on what's happening around him, as he sees flying 10 peso coins and a 20 peso bill in front of him.<br /><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">----------------------<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4KaJ-gVCdYRiEy8iL6L0_OBOJDPTPi-HyH4hJ55PUNDxolSM_JuDOdsuWF8Q29VrKvnFdXVVpS_Z4pvCahEOR51P5pwk1OcsviBj_CIiaSWWT5JBKiSCxKEIxZFw8IPvbJBP4cE7H-LpQ/s1600-h/agony.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370120512549754882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4KaJ-gVCdYRiEy8iL6L0_OBOJDPTPi-HyH4hJ55PUNDxolSM_JuDOdsuWF8Q29VrKvnFdXVVpS_Z4pvCahEOR51P5pwk1OcsviBj_CIiaSWWT5JBKiSCxKEIxZFw8IPvbJBP4cE7H-LpQ/s400/agony.jpg" /></a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)">Sharon, clinging for her dear life (Though, seriously,<br />there is nothing in this ride that is life threathening)<br />and me laughing at such a scene.</span></span><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJVur-xEIue2sxpy37tB5QEgj0SkslGwSMVvyMn91Z70fI_TK-cH3rjHOVTDg-g8503twUIr0HzHR6TYGnrUKcA2q6AvCNOsWAxy8cu93VTkzfJRGL2lH7KEhJh0G-cqDcFb_TbgK4q3W7/s1600-h/derranged.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370120545741210034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJVur-xEIue2sxpy37tB5QEgj0SkslGwSMVvyMn91Z70fI_TK-cH3rjHOVTDg-g8503twUIr0HzHR6TYGnrUKcA2q6AvCNOsWAxy8cu93VTkzfJRGL2lH7KEhJh0G-cqDcFb_TbgK4q3W7/s400/derranged.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">A wheezing sound of death?</span></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><br /></span></span></span>I keep on wondering, what on earth hit them? Paul, Sharon, Hope and Glenn all seemed convinced that they are having a near death experience while I was so busy thinking of happy thoughts<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1sGxEcmWuIOsa-la79NZXab4lvulzfaAECK62OmeGbBZMRBMu6xsIa1kvFRNLdiSUC0HJMLorvfHMqG-pnKmjGpypNz_IG26BAJ3k7aUO5PlVOisdLcvKDYkDzn6RKfaZjunrTLgkVKOQ/s1600-h/agony2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370120529585654434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1sGxEcmWuIOsa-la79NZXab4lvulzfaAECK62OmeGbBZMRBMu6xsIa1kvFRNLdiSUC0HJMLorvfHMqG-pnKmjGpypNz_IG26BAJ3k7aUO5PlVOisdLcvKDYkDzn6RKfaZjunrTLgkVKOQ/s400/agony2.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">An unadulterated, purest form of fun. </span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Looking at their "I-don't-care-about-you-but-I-will-scream-me-heart-out" fit</span></span>.<br /><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">I was trying to catch them off guard, while at their worst-ever look. By their screams, I was pretty sure that Freddie Krueger was about to skin them alive while Sharon got the look of constipation printed all over her face, or was she trying to hit a high note?<br /><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDg32_vgyO6t9GWOOBdBOif8BRSNKJjLEVL5i3ZGOdl5jhpg83-wqXDMzpUgO_jY-OObvvGzeTUM8D3eUaxbsUEO5QYdVLx60cZt4hyphenhyphen2B1Yb_WpwTxIW2GUtWDM6K-KcNYKVLyhg-jWWn8/s1600-h/agony1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370120522248876962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDg32_vgyO6t9GWOOBdBOif8BRSNKJjLEVL5i3ZGOdl5jhpg83-wqXDMzpUgO_jY-OObvvGzeTUM8D3eUaxbsUEO5QYdVLx60cZt4hyphenhyphen2B1Yb_WpwTxIW2GUtWDM6K-KcNYKVLyhg-jWWn8/s400/agony1.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">The megastar in her award winning portrayal of Sadaku<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br />Sharon, at the beginning of the ride. The air blowing on her hair was just really from a nearby electric fan and the fake screams around her added to her sold-out feeling that it is the end of the world.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxHcbS7MH5-NZ9ZthFiy2s8gIJlc-uX8ek5uYZS7p1BYxkg8ifGEYrNj7z9fdIihR0PjsbPB7mZFhD7_hR4Rla_Zk7xUMge6FZj9VuT8mrJSgPK2YpS_e0WvZmfiVC4SUnViQd46kHVsal/s1600-h/agony3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370120536485694994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxHcbS7MH5-NZ9ZthFiy2s8gIJlc-uX8ek5uYZS7p1BYxkg8ifGEYrNj7z9fdIihR0PjsbPB7mZFhD7_hR4Rla_Zk7xUMge6FZj9VuT8mrJSgPK2YpS_e0WvZmfiVC4SUnViQd46kHVsal/s400/agony3.jpg" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)">Glad to be alive: Sharon my good old friend, after her gut wrenching<br />experience at the mary-go-round, always thankful of her second shot at life.</span></span><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Over all, I was happy at a time well spent with friends. Nothing beats a good laugh before the start of an ardous journey ahead. What an amazing God given blessing, such an amazing grace.<br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443312176271760638.post-49411817273287384482009-08-02T20:57:00.000-07:002009-08-03T00:48:42.295-07:00When A Diamond Celebrates Her Birthday<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTD8mf3wnYCheg0XSGGxVP3By_R8TtkmSzfiwTelqbK74rcrLu0Ti68781tk2cvAwSMOeigSLfgxIvSnVS7SGAf_2HlsePVqL0mjQ4JEfsDgiiPQQhZ0F56eJrQ01csdgbvvDWwU8AzQrP/s1600-h/Rikoy-0030.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTD8mf3wnYCheg0XSGGxVP3By_R8TtkmSzfiwTelqbK74rcrLu0Ti68781tk2cvAwSMOeigSLfgxIvSnVS7SGAf_2HlsePVqL0mjQ4JEfsDgiiPQQhZ0F56eJrQ01csdgbvvDWwU8AzQrP/s400/Rikoy-0030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365582488404224162" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;">I cant help but notice the difference in that smile of yours Jo.<br />Am I missing something?</span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I had the opportunity to rob elbows with the illustrious yet illusive local celebrity (ahem!) Miss Joan in an exclusive restaurant to celebrate her 29th birthday.<br /><br />I had been friends with Joan since 2006. Since then we grew closer, became more than friends, even to the extent that I've proposed marriage to her only to find out that I was never her type (lol).<br /><br />I would like to take this chance to talk about this dear friend of mine. I've always had the highest respect for Joan, I've compared her to a diamond that shines even under extreme pressure. Hence I've only seen her all the more composed and elegant even in the face of utmost stress. She carries herself with a kind of class that befits her personality.<br /><br />Joan is known for her humanitarian acts. I have seen her in her best philanthropic social work with the aim of annihilating poverty and hunger, plus not to mention bringing in world peace. Joan is compassionate, reasonably modest and extravagantly generous. I should know because I have been one of those whom she had given extravagantly both materially and emotionally (hmmm). She has listened to me ones or twice in the past about my ordeal of which would have been impossible for me to go through without her wisdom (ow?).<br /><br />I love Joan so much that I would have had mistaken her as my great, great grandmother (joke lang jo). Kidding aside, Jo I just want to tell you that God has blessed me with a good friend and that is you. Hope you'll never change and I pray that you'll be all the more successful, happy and closer to the Lord Jesus Christ. Happy Birthday Jo... :)<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443312176271760638.post-24843081945826689892009-07-26T22:27:00.000-07:002009-07-26T22:28:26.196-07:00Happy BIRTHDAY Mom!Just wanna greet my mom a HAPPY 64th birthday today!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443312176271760638.post-88963826696608312692009-07-10T00:45:00.000-07:002009-07-10T01:01:07.849-07:00Fireproof: A love story made to inspire.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIduaJGgQ5xRG_SicPX2U_DV6kKMdOODuX7rb4DpF49hqJDJyZqKGfELaIP0sJHBHDbPgK_Aal21ZBihfCHyk72Wz__O-LxZ-2ZuYwFOpdMlGHAE9tZYS8oeAN110IYWGYWUn3S8BHm9Ir/s1600-h/fireproof-movie-night-flyer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIduaJGgQ5xRG_SicPX2U_DV6kKMdOODuX7rb4DpF49hqJDJyZqKGfELaIP0sJHBHDbPgK_Aal21ZBihfCHyk72Wz__O-LxZ-2ZuYwFOpdMlGHAE9tZYS8oeAN110IYWGYWUn3S8BHm9Ir/s400/fireproof-movie-night-flyer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356734873196089538" border="0" /></a><br />I just want to share a beautiful movie. I have always wanted to share this to all of my friends here. I watched this together with the Symphony for Jesus Ministry during our fellowship night a couple of months ago and I just got reminded about this just recently.<br /><br />The film is about Love, Forgiveness, Change and Faith. While there's a whole lot of couples going through divorce, this movie surely will give you a better insight of how relationships should be handled. Alone we cannot run our lives or relationships, so we need an intervention that has been tested since the the earliest days of man. Divorce according to the bible is clearly stated, while for any reason a divorce becomes the only option, the couples separate but neither of them will marry or else they will commit adultery. Failed relationships almost always starts with miscommunication and a prideful and unforgiving spirit. This movie is a two thumbs-up for me, it really made see how love can open things up. Just remember Jesus wants us to love unexpectedly and unconditionally just like what He did to us and us Christians our goal in this earthly life is to practice our Christ-like character in preparation for the eternal citizenship that the Father will give us through His Son Jesus.<br /><br />Watch this movie and you will never see love the same way again. Hope you guys enjoy it! Have a blessed weekend! :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443312176271760638.post-79002572335574919632009-07-08T00:24:00.002-07:002009-07-08T02:13:22.059-07:00Just want to share some baby stuffs... :)<object width="500" height="280"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_PHnRIn74Ag&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_PHnRIn74Ag&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="280"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4