<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160</id><updated>2012-01-31T07:46:51.854+08:00</updated><category term='teachers day'/><category term='dad'/><category term='chicklets'/><category term='sand'/><category term='elections'/><category term='Comelec'/><category term='date'/><category term='noodles'/><category term='phone'/><category term='jaymie'/><category term='market a blog'/><category term='eat'/><category term='fruit tea'/><category term='storm'/><category term='tears'/><category term='drink'/><category term='world lit'/><category term='karaoke'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='guitar'/><category term='mother'/><category 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David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>124</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-9208923311379727650</id><published>2012-01-16T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T10:24:12.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='message. lola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='untitled'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, a friend of mine told me she won't forget the way I mentioned "I'm too old to lie." It sounded a little funny. I know. I did not mean to be funny. I tend to look and sound funny sometimes though I'm serious. I said it a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember how I said that. As I'm sharing a story, others were giving their opinion then it was my turn. My exact words were "matanda na ako para magsinungaling". True, I'm 24 as of today. I'm not getting any younger. This friend of mine told me she can't forget my words and it stuck on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad. :) It inspired her in a way that she can also be honest. Sometimes, we think that the easiest way to somehow not create a problem is to lie. Truth is, we hurt the other person MORE. When we lie, we deceive. We conceal the truth. We all know that eventually, the truth will come out. One of my friends said "The truth will set you free". I guess even when it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry of mine is not to brag that lying is bad. (though we know that it is) I'm glad that no one has ever lied to me of something that I can't even forgive. I appreciate honesty more than anything else. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also sending across a message to a grandmother. Who, in her age, I pray that she'd do the right thing by being an example to her children. It's not yet too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only hope that when the time comes she won't regret. I always think that there is no such thing as flashbacks in life unlike what we see in movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-9208923311379727650?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/9208923311379727650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/9208923311379727650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2012/01/untitled.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><georss:featurename>Pasig City, Philippines</georss:featurename><georss:point>14.5763768 121.08510969999998</georss:point><georss:box>14.532008300000001 121.05562919999997 14.6207453 121.11459019999998</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-5228889081644735331</id><published>2011-12-31T12:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T13:53:21.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Goodbye 2011, Hello 2012!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few hours from now, 2011 will be coming at a close. People will be out in the streets watching fireworks. Some will have their own. Others will just watch fireworks display by their television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In preparing for how we're going to celebrate the New Year's Eve I can't help but wonder what will be in store for me in the coming year. For sure, it won't be easy. I can only wish that I may endure every challenge that I will face. Each year is always tougher than the previous one. Looking back, I have a lot to be thankful for this year. I have always been blessed. I don't mean with material things but with a peaceful heart. Sure I met some rough times, but I think that it's a part of life, and it doesn't stop us from knowing God even more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a quote and it says, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;What &lt;i&gt;you invest your time&lt;/i&gt; in defines who &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;". I always think that time doesn't stop at us. It will keep on running.&amp;nbsp; I cannot look back and say I wasted time doing nothing. Let's say one year or two years. Twelve months is a long time. If we don't spend it wisely we could be aging at nothing. I always think that time spent on something cannot be taken back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't wish for anything more in 2012. I can only pray that I would have the strength at every struggle. I pray for excellence at work this coming year. I pray that God would keep me strong physically and emotionally. Also, that my loved ones would remain healthy (literally) may they be free from any kind of serious illness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 2012 everyone! Another year has passed. Let's CHERISH each moment. Spend it WISELY =) Don't forget to thank the One who gave your blessings to you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TYL&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-5228889081644735331?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/5228889081644735331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/5228889081644735331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/12/goodbye-2011-hello-2012.html' title='Goodbye 2011, Hello 2012!'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-6908409891677560017</id><published>2011-12-22T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T13:22:21.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Q&amp;A</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I googled for some questions to answer just to kill time. Here's what I got.&lt;br /&gt;FYI, this entry of mine is a bit serious. The questions got me taking it very seriously. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I would like to be 16. I remember a quote that said, treat your girl like she's 16. She's not too young to play around her feelings at the same time she's not that mature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which is worse, failing or never trying?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For me, never trying is worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If life is so short, why do we do so many things we don’t like and like so many things we don’t do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I think life gets so ironic at times that we always chase for something we don’t have. I guess people should learn how to be satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When it’s all said and done, will you have said more than you’ve done?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No. I don’t usually talk more than what I really mean or what I can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is the one thing you’d most like to change about the world?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The world cares too much about being beautiful and getting rich. Life is not about these things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If happiness was the national currency, what kind of work would make you rich?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I would be an artist and a photographer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you doing what you believe in, or are you settling for what you are doing?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;70% doing what I believe in, 30% settling for what I am doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If the average human life span was 40 years, how would you live your life differently?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don't think I will change how I live my life now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you more worried about doing things right, or doing the right things?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am more worried about doing the right things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You’re having lunch with three people you respect and admire. &amp;nbsp;They all start criticizing a close friend of yours, not knowing she is your friend. &amp;nbsp;The criticism is distasteful and unjustified. &amp;nbsp;What do you do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I would tell them right away that I know the person and he/she is a friend of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you could offer a newborn child only one piece of advice, what would it be?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Never give up your values when you grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you break the law to save a loved one?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I don’t think I can do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What’s something you know you do differently than most people?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes I enjoy spending time alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How come the things that make you happy don’t make everyone happy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It’s because I am easily pleased. I find even the smallest gesture or corniest joke to be funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is one thing have you not done that you really want to do and what’s holding you back?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I think I'm just waiting for the right time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you holding onto something you need to let go of?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I’m not really the person who holds back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you had to move to a state or country besides the one you currently live in, where would you move and why?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have yet to find out where that would be. I would like to think Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you push the elevator button more than once? &amp;nbsp;Do you really believe it makes the elevator faster?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No, I don’t push the button more than once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you rather be a worried genius or a joyful simpleton?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is easy. A JOYFUL simpleton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which is worse, when a good friend moves away, or losing touch with a good friend who lives right near you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Losing touch with a good friend who lives right near me is worse. I have to get used to not being with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most grateful for?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am grateful for my life, job and the people (family and friends) I spend time with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you rather lose all of your old memories, or never be able to make new ones?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I would rather lose all my old memories than never to make new ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Has your greatest fear ever come true?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I only wish it won’t happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you remember that time 5 years ago when you were extremely upset? Does it really matter now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I felt extremely bad about someone and it&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;really matter to me now. We became friends again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your happiest childhood memory? &amp;nbsp;What makes it so special?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My 7th birthday party at McDonald’s. I was so happy to play parlor games with my classmates - relay, longest line, trip to jerusalem, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;At what time in your recent past have you felt most passionate and alive?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am glad to make someone happy by preparing something special as a gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever been with someone, said nothing, and walked away feeling like you just had the best conversation ever?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, sometimes just being with someone can make you feel that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why do religions that support love cause so many wars?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Love could mean different things in different religions. For me, there is only one true meaning of love. It’s God’s love on the cross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is it possible to know, without a doubt, what is good and what is evil?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There’s a huge difference between the two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you just won a million dollars, would you quit your job?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I would like to think that I wouldn't quit my job because I am really glad to be a part of our team. Even so, thinking about having a million dollars in comparison to what I am earning, then maybe I would. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you rather have less work to do, or more work you actually enjoy doing?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I would rather have more work that I enjoy doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you feel like you’ve lived this day a hundred times before?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;No, I used to think that each day is a chance for new experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you knew that everyone you know was going to die tomorrow, who would you visit today?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Two people come to mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you be willing to reduce your life expectancy by 10 years to become extremely attractive or famous?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Of course not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is the difference between being alive and truly living?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Being alive could mean just letting your life pass you by while truly living is making each day count as if you know you’ll die any minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When is it time to stop calculating risk and rewards, and just go ahead and do what you know is right?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Each day is always a chance to do what is right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If we learn from our mistakes, why are we always so afraid to make a mistake?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sometimes we tend to hurt people along the way. It’s not something we can just undo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When was the last time you noticed the sound of your own breathing?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Less than an hour ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In 5 years from now, will you remember what you did yesterday? What about the day before that? &amp;nbsp;Or the day before that?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I probably won’t. I tend to remember only significant events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Decisions are being made right now. &amp;nbsp;The question is: &amp;nbsp;Are you making them for yourself,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;or are you letting others make them for you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;90% myself 10% others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you been the kind of friend you want as a friend?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'd like to think so, most especially the funny person that I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why are you, you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I used to ask the same question, but I came to think that there is only one “me” in this world. I am NOT the average girl you may know. I don't have the interests of a typical girl like shopping for clothes or make-up. I don't have the usual traits too - being talkative or moody. Though, a close friend of mine thinks that I am tough to handle. Maybe, she's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-6908409891677560017?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/6908409891677560017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/6908409891677560017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/12/q.html' title='Q&amp;A'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-4150705609123868037</id><published>2011-12-08T20:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T10:34:55.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipino'/><title type='text'>Gabe Bondoc</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;A YouTube star is on the rise! Gabe Bondoc started his music career by uploading his videos on YouTube. Now, he's slowly making his way in the music scene by recording his compositions and covers of different artists.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/374873_10151008166160714_39161800713_22172151_361878605_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/374873_10151008166160714_39161800713_22172151_361878605_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I became a fan ever since I watched his version of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=62vEOOKQ5pU&amp;amp;feature=plcp&amp;amp;context=C2b629UDOEgsToPDskIxEbmW91wDkIOL5vhuUm25"&gt;Forever &lt;/a&gt;by Chris Brown back in year 2008. I learned that he's also a Filipino (and he's proud to be one) who is living in California, USA. He plays the guitar (including the&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;ukulele&lt;/i&gt;) and his influences include John Mayer and Jason Mraz.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It amazes me to think that Filipinos are truly talented. It makes me proud! I know Gabe will be one of the many well-known Filipino artists all over the world. As someone who appreciates acoustic/jazz/pop type of music, I think Gabe just found the right genre.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I'd like to share one of the newest uploads of Gabe and this is currently my favorite. I never stopped watching this video on my ipod since I first watched it last weekend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope you'd also ENJOY! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/uMN50GTyhGg/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uMN50GTyhGg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uMN50GTyhGg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You can visit the following links for more of Gabe Bondoc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="data_field"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/gabebondoc" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://youtube.com/gabebondoc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gabebondoc.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gabebondoc.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://gabebondoc.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="data_field" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="data_field" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-4150705609123868037?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/4150705609123868037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/4150705609123868037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/12/gabe-bondoc.html' title='Gabe Bondoc'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-1750091554350435473</id><published>2011-11-27T20:35:00.071+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T23:05:52.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palawan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>NOVEMBERBASH – 11/11/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My birthday month this year was a blast. Thank you, Lord for all the blessings and back-to-back celebrations. As I have said, my HEART was overwhelmed. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’d like to start by thanking my family and friends who greeted me a Happy Birthday when it hits 11-11-11. Some of my close friends expressed their love with little surprises. Thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In celebration for my birthday, I went on a 4 days 3 nights vacation in Palawan with two of my closest friends in the office.&amp;nbsp; They were so excited to ride the plane for the first time and I wanted to do something different since I am celebrating my 24&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday with a special date, which is 11-11-11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our flight going to Puerto Princesa was at 7:30 AM on November 17, Thursday. We were blessed with a bright weather that day. We arrived on time in Palawan and were picked up at the airport going to Casa Fuerte Bed and Breakfast where we stayed. It was just few minutes away from the airport and it’s also one of the newest hotels in place. We were given welcome drinks at the registration area while waiting for check in time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For Day 1, we went on a half day City Tour. We visited Baker’s Hill, Mitra’s Road, Crocodile Farm, Binuatan Weaving Shop, Puerto Princesa Baywalk and Immaculate Church to name of few of the destinations.&amp;nbsp; We also went to buy souvenirs on the first day. I have learned that pearl as jewelry is famous in Puerto as it were original South China Sea pearls. In Baker’s Hill, I have tasted the yummiest hopia when we tried the Ube Hopia. I learned that it’s also a must-try.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-liYu43VsNQM/TtIfASZH2qI/AAAAAAAAAWI/YreWqUzDsPk/s1600/IMG_9018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-liYu43VsNQM/TtIfASZH2qI/AAAAAAAAAWI/YreWqUzDsPk/s400/IMG_9018.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For dinner, we went to Kinabuch’s Grill and Restaurant. I noticed a lot of tourists having their dinner. Also, we had a chance to eat the Tamilok (shipworm). It’s a delicacy prepared as kinilaw (eaten raw).&amp;nbsp; Only, we ordered the breaded version. ;) It looked like calamares in the photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qKibXMEXsFM/TtIdCQqnGbI/AAAAAAAAAWA/nghqbBWk0hM/s1600/IMG_9052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qKibXMEXsFM/TtIdCQqnGbI/AAAAAAAAAWA/nghqbBWk0hM/s400/IMG_9052.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In Crocodile Farm, we were asked to have pictures taken with a baby crocodile. I’m too scared to wrap it around me. I just touched the crocodile and it felt cold and slippery. Also, they are serving crocodile sisig which we didn't have the chance to taste. We are given limited time to visit the next stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bRuNMj2U5m4/TtInUBPyPGI/AAAAAAAAAXY/t4ZDYNU0hHM/s1600/IMG_9003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bRuNMj2U5m4/TtInUBPyPGI/AAAAAAAAAXY/t4ZDYNU0hHM/s400/IMG_9003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;For Day 2, we are scheduled to visit Ugong Rock. We went caving/spelunking and zipline by the end going back. Caving is harder than I thought. For me, it’s 2 times trekking! I remembered the movie 127 Hours. It's truly amazing how the rocks were able to form the way they appear. We had buffet lunch by the Sabang beach afterwards.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7HDU0Pw1C74/TtIg2vxqrPI/AAAAAAAAAWw/gzu6hrxRKQk/s1600/DSCN4377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7HDU0Pw1C74/TtIg2vxqrPI/AAAAAAAAAWw/gzu6hrxRKQk/s400/DSCN4377.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IvULG9MitYM/TtIrGGblLzI/AAAAAAAAAYI/VR_i7hc7ZAw/s1600/_MG_9206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IvULG9MitYM/TtIrGGblLzI/AAAAAAAAAYI/VR_i7hc7ZAw/s400/_MG_9206.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, it’s time for the Underground River tour. I was looking forward to this tour as it was a recent entry to the New 7 Wonders. &amp;nbsp;I enjoyed the 45-minute river tour not only because it’s so beautiful inside but also because I had a good laugh listening to the boat man’s stories. If you know me I can laugh at any joke even the corniest. I didn’t know the tour would be so funny! It was hard laughing with my mouth covered. Why I had to cover? Visit the place! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had dinner at Bilao't Palayok that night since we couldn't get reserved seats at Kahlui's. The place was beautiful though. It has a "romantic" ambiance. It's well-lighted just for a sweet dinner. :) I hope to find a place like it here in Manila. There was a long pond near the entrance. I also noticed small nipa huts along the side for couples. Too bad, I wasn't able to take a photo of the place with my camera. My battery got exhausted. They served good Filipino food there, by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-umW9967v6l0/TtIoL67l0xI/AAAAAAAAAXg/DND_J3QK9_g/s1600/_MG_9372.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-umW9967v6l0/TtIoL67l0xI/AAAAAAAAAXg/DND_J3QK9_g/s400/_MG_9372.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For Day 3, it was Dos Palmas Day Tour. Our most awaited tour. By the time our ferry reached the island, we were welcomed with &lt;i&gt;kulintang&lt;/i&gt;-playing crew and welcome drinks. I felt like a special guest just like in the movies! Our first activity is snorkeling. Fishes were all over me. I was overwhelmed by their beauty, colors and SIZES! Our guide says “&lt;i&gt;only in Dos Palmas!&lt;/i&gt;”.&amp;nbsp; I remember the time I went scuba diving at 35 feet while &amp;nbsp;at 10 feet I can see/touch all those fishes. &amp;nbsp;After the activity, we had buffet lunch. Dos Palmas served a shrimp meal which we really enjoyed! Then, we went kayaking. Funny part, I laughed when the guide said "&lt;i&gt;ang bigat mo pala maam&lt;/i&gt;". He was slowly pushing me to the water so I can start. I can't stop laughing while doing the kayak! &amp;nbsp;We spent our last night at Balinsasayaw restaurant where I also ordered FRESH buko juice along with my chicken inasal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LwsTMaOwioA/TtIsqRqySOI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/khvM9X5Hn0U/s1600/IMG_9458.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LwsTMaOwioA/TtIsqRqySOI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/khvM9X5Hn0U/s400/IMG_9458.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;For Day 4 - November 20, our flight back home was at 9:10 AM. We were saddened of coming back to work the next day from a fantastic vacation. It was a fun-filled vacation at Palawan!&amp;nbsp;Thank you Lord, we arrived at the NAIA 3 safely. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Puerto Princesa is truly a beauty of its own. Good job Mr. Hagedorn! We came across different people along our vacation. Some were natives, some tourists like us. They were all so nice to us. Not to mention the people who volunteered to take photos for us. We are looking forward for our next trip. THANK YOU PUERTO PRINCESA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-1750091554350435473?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/1750091554350435473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/1750091554350435473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/11/novemberbash-111111.html' title='NOVEMBERBASH – 11/11/11'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-liYu43VsNQM/TtIfASZH2qI/AAAAAAAAAWI/YreWqUzDsPk/s72-c/IMG_9018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-5648880354301657604</id><published>2011-11-07T10:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T10:46:09.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IBM'/><title type='text'>Celebrity Look A Like :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VHrCtpiZ6t8/Trc-1ucLM8I/AAAAAAAAAUY/pibkrI8R30k/s1600/noname.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="398" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VHrCtpiZ6t8/Trc-1ucLM8I/AAAAAAAAAUY/pibkrI8R30k/s400/noname.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend from the office submitted a photo for the IBM Celebrity Look A Like contest. The top 3 contestants will receive a prize. Submission of entries ended November 5. This was submitted last friday.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if this entry will gather votes Haha! For the fun of it, why not participate? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know what you guys think. =) Feel free to comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-5648880354301657604?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/5648880354301657604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/5648880354301657604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/11/celebrity-look-like.html' title='Celebrity Look A Like :)'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VHrCtpiZ6t8/Trc-1ucLM8I/AAAAAAAAAUY/pibkrI8R30k/s72-c/noname.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-3371202158297955109</id><published>2011-11-01T17:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T17:22:30.187+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bonchon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicken'/><title type='text'>Bon Chon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XYVmGaUH3oA/Tq-x1jJtIiI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Aff8Awd_y0U/s1600/DSC00327.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XYVmGaUH3oA/Tq-x1jJtIiI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Aff8Awd_y0U/s400/DSC00327.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bon Chon Libis&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken never tasted so sweet and crunchy until BonChon arrrived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, (for the first time again) I tried BonChon Chicken for lunch out friday. Too bad, I had a heavy breakfast that morning I had a hard time finishing my rice. On my plate, I had three pieces of chicken which I finished. I ordered wings because I like doing &lt;i&gt;simot &lt;/i&gt;every time I eat chicken. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bonchon Chicken&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;is a&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/South_Korea" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="South Korea"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;South Korean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-based fried chicken franchise restaurant. In addition to locations in South Korea, there are also several Bonchon Chicken locations within the United States.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Korean_fried_chicken" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Korean fried chicken"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Korean fried chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;differs from typical American fried chicken by being &lt;u&gt;fried twice&lt;/u&gt;. This results in the skin being crunchier and less greasy, furthermore Korean-style chicken is not characterized by the crags and crusty nubs associated with American fried chicken.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bonchon Chicken patrons can choose to have their chicken with either a hot sauce or a garlic soy sauce. Bonchon Chicken is served with complimentary pickled radish.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bonchon.com/"&gt;http://www.bonchon.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-3371202158297955109?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/3371202158297955109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/3371202158297955109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/11/bon-chon.html' title='Bon Chon'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XYVmGaUH3oA/Tq-x1jJtIiI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Aff8Awd_y0U/s72-c/DSC00327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-8877988652746517432</id><published>2011-10-27T09:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T11:51:04.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy lemon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fruit tea'/><title type='text'>QQ Brilliant Fruit Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6229/6284711179_da237147ba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6229/6284711179_da237147ba.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;QQ Brilliant Fruit Tea from Happy Lemon&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Happy Lemon released NEW flavors recently. I tried QQ Brilliant Fruit Tea yesterday as one of the new "recommended" drinks. I have been trying different flavors just to try something different each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It introduced a kind of fruit tea with bits of nata de coco and slices of apples and oranges. The tea has its bitter sweet taste mixed with fruits that emits the sweet smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the flavor! I have been smiling the whole time I'm having the drink. A friend of mine even approached me and said "Wow! you're so happy with Happy Lemon!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but laugh. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt;I don't guarantee the same feeling you'll experience when you taste this. My friends say I have weird taste buds though. Maybe, you should risk it for yourself. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To check on the official site and more flavors from Happy Lemon, please visit the link &lt;a href="http://www.happy-lemon.com/en/index.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-8877988652746517432?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/8877988652746517432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/8877988652746517432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/10/qq-briliant-fruit-tea.html' title='QQ Brilliant Fruit Tea'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6229/6284711179_da237147ba_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-2256471134791732313</id><published>2011-10-24T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T11:46:59.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Lifedrink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d5HJyhsENxA/TqVvPf6DTPI/AAAAAAAAAT4/RY0ks8cYnhE/s1600/DSC00292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d5HJyhsENxA/TqVvPf6DTPI/AAAAAAAAAT4/RY0ks8cYnhE/s400/DSC00292.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Magnolia Lifedrink Four Seasons&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I'm a Minute Maid pulpy juice fan. But obviously, the photo on the right is not a Minute Maid product. I'm not so sure if this is something new from Magnolia but I think since the C2 wave started, bottled juice drinks became a trend to consumers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after taking my lunch that I found myself wanting to buy this juice drink. It could be one of those moments that I need to take a juice, not water.&amp;nbsp;I felt Four Seasons might be perfect so I decided to buy this juice drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFEDRINK Fruit Drink with PYCNOGENOL&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how Pycnogenol can be contained in a juice drink that can be called "lifedrink".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande',Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pycnogenol is used for treating circulation problems, allergies, asthma, ringing in the ears, high blood pressure, muscle soreness, pain, osteoarthritis, diabetes, attention deficit-hyperactivity disorder (ADHD), a disease of the female reproductive system called endometriosis, menopausal symptoms, painful menstrual periods, erectile dysfunction (ED), and an eye disease called retinopathy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande',Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/druginfo/natural/1019.html"&gt;http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/druginfo/natural/1019.html&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makers of this product didn't have to go beyond what the "P" vitamin stands for in coming up with its name "LIFEDRINK". Practically, it can treat any problem or disorder of the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about LIFE and this juice, (I enjoyed it by the way.) I want to offer this blog entry to my dear friend who I also promised that I will share this with her. (I won't mention who she is.) I didn't know how to react when she broke the news to me that she is suffering from a very serious illness. It explains her sad expression every time I see her. Being her friend, it kills me that I have to be strong in front of her while she explains her condition. She's too scared for what might happen or she might still discover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried googling for her illness. In reading, I couldn't help but feel so sad and think of too many things. Sometimes I couldn't understand the way she acts. Now, I understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too painful to put on a brave face when you know it's the only thing that can help your friend. If only I can do anything to make her feel better. But I only have words to somehow encourage her. "&lt;i&gt;I will be praying for you. Nothing's impossible with God.&lt;/i&gt;" I told her. I even offered to keep her company in her check-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to tell someone that life is still a wonderful thing when it kicks at you sometimes. When there's too much challenges, you can only wish to own some of it to ease someone's pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-2256471134791732313?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/2256471134791732313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/2256471134791732313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/10/lifedrink.html' title='Lifedrink'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d5HJyhsENxA/TqVvPf6DTPI/AAAAAAAAAT4/RY0ks8cYnhE/s72-c/DSC00292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-710115707589287259</id><published>2011-10-23T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T20:42:56.582+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milk tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chatime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moa'/><title type='text'>Chatime</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8zA9lF25ZcI/TqSn6ZnOV4I/AAAAAAAAATA/NSH-NEd6CaU/s1600/DSC00289.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8zA9lF25ZcI/TqSn6ZnOV4I/AAAAAAAAATA/NSH-NEd6CaU/s320/DSC00289.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pearl Milk Tea&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried Chatime for the first time today. I was at the Mall of  Asia as early as 7:30AM to have breakfast with the family. I tried Pearl Milk tea.  For some reason it got me feeling sleepy.  I'm not sure if its because its a tea or that I lack some sleep.  I got home at 3AM on Saturday. I spent some time being with teamates and friends in celebration of Raymond's supposedly 'stag party'. It turned out to be another Distillery night. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to have a better taste of Chatime next time. I could try another flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me HOW I got inside the house when I found that the gate is already locked. :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-710115707589287259?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/710115707589287259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/710115707589287259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/10/chatime.html' title='Chatime'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8zA9lF25ZcI/TqSn6ZnOV4I/AAAAAAAAATA/NSH-NEd6CaU/s72-c/DSC00289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-6314560411401976754</id><published>2011-10-06T15:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T08:19:01.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aurora'/><title type='text'>Baler</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/315944_10150326051008293_563908292_8206357_453740513_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/315944_10150326051008293_563908292_8206357_453740513_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baler, Aurora&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Baler is the oldest municipality in Aurora. It is also one of the historical places in the country. Tourists come to this place also because it has become one of the surfing sites in the Philippines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Together with a group of friends, I went to Baler on September 17-18, 2011. Going there took us 7 hours on the road. For some reason the van cannot take us at 2am, we waited until 4am and decided to take an adventure by riding the public transportation. That is, by taking a bus. I’ve been hoping to go at some province by riding a public bus and it happened.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can say I prefer riding the bus more than taking the van. Why? For one, passengers have their own comfortable seat like a lazy chair. Second, don’t forget the bus vendors who come up to you and sell you their goods (food etc.) If you’re asleep, you’ll be forced to wake up when someone shouts “Mani! Mani kayo dyan! May Bawang, may BAWAAANG!” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We arrived at the Baler Terminal safely. Thanks to Genesis Transportation Service. We stayed in Bay’s Inn Hotel for overnight. By the way, they serve good food and drinks there. In the afternoon, we decided to go surfing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;How can I forget my rashguard? I had it since last year. I took 30 minutes surfing lessons with an instructor. Normal surfing lessons is 1 hour. I shared with my friend Claire so we have 30 minutes each. For first timers, please make sure to have warm up exercises before rolling up the surf board. I had muscle strain the next day and my whole body hurts. You wouldn’t want that for sure. The whole surfing experience was FUN. I would like to try surfing again. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our trip included the Baler City tour. We had a chance to visit the oldest Balete tree. Also, we went 45-minute trek going to the falls. I can see people enjoying their swim in the COLD water. I had to try it myself. I had to be extra careful though. Swimming with big rocks can be really slippery. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We went back to Manila riding the Joy Bus (owned by Genesis transpo). I had the most comfortable bus ride because of the lazy chair with free blanket, pillow, snacks with water and WIFI access while on the road. The ride only took&amp;nbsp; 5 hours going back to Manila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;P.S (Post Script)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraph" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Baler is also known for their &lt;i&gt;suman &lt;/i&gt;(food delicacy). I bought some for pasalubong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-6314560411401976754?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/6314560411401976754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/6314560411401976754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/10/baler.html' title='Baler'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-4965636189897932157</id><published>2011-07-29T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T22:15:51.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eastwood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunch'/><title type='text'>Jack's Loft</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6rg7zuPb0TI/TjK6dsg9tKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/vHNAkB1yZ4s/s1600/DSC00059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6rg7zuPb0TI/TjK6dsg9tKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/vHNAkB1yZ4s/s400/DSC00059.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Grilled Chicken Breast with Mashed Potato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Grilled chicken breast topped with cheese and wild mushrooom sauce on a bed of mashed potato"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No one could go wrong having this plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every friday is a lunch out day for our group. We decided to eat at Jack's Loft. I suddenly craved for mashed potatoes then I ordered Grilled Chicken Breast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my first taste of this last year with my college friends. Every bite was just intense! (exagg ng description ko haha) I&amp;nbsp;could finish my friend's plate which was a little embarrassing. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my order came, I am so proud I offered the plate to my friends. I am so excited they would experience their first bite and I was expecting the same reactions.&amp;nbsp;Of course, they couldn't react the way I react on things. If you know me well, you will know. *wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a while before I heard them say "uy, masarap nga!". I was convinced they enjoyed it too. It's a must-try at JL. It will only cost you 220pesos for the entire plate but I enjoyed it more with a plain rice on the side =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The plain rice costs 45pesos. Now, you can compute how much I spent for my lovely meal. :) Yum Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-4965636189897932157?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/4965636189897932157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/4965636189897932157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/07/jacks-loft.html' title='Jack&apos;s Loft'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6rg7zuPb0TI/TjK6dsg9tKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/vHNAkB1yZ4s/s72-c/DSC00059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-8927879291846032902</id><published>2011-07-29T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T21:45:58.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serenitea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eastwood'/><title type='text'>Roasted Milk Tea =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pAM21Zpdgbc/TjKr0C3X-sI/AAAAAAAAAQI/l0bSuOuUKxw/s1600/DSC00058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pAM21Zpdgbc/TjKr0C3X-sI/AAAAAAAAAQI/l0bSuOuUKxw/s400/DSC00058.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Serenitea in Cyberone Eastwood&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serenitea won't go short on my list, ofcourse. Thanks to my friend Joy who bought me a Large Roasted Milk Tea yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was her treat, I was so happy! When it was time for her to order she asked me what would be my choice. Then I went "Hmm.. Ok lang ba Large?" Haha! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ordered Strawberry tea for herself (on the left) and the Roasted Milk Tea (on the right) for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should say Serenitea wins over Happy Lemon. (Atleast for me.) It's for the simple reason that the taste of it has turned me into a MILK TEA fan. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shall replace my love for coffee in the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coffee, for some reason, makes me feel nervous. As crazy as it may sound, I'm used to drinking really strong kinds of coffee such as Cafe Latte, Cafe Mocha, Cappuccino, etc. I could feel my heart palpitate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This helps me have a clean stomach. Not that I have a dirty one (kidding!) but you may be aware of the health benefits of a Milk Tea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In addition to less palpitation, I would be less nervous. (Notice "math" in my phrase here =P) No more palpitation means no more nervousness for me. I would be a more efficient driver in the coming days. (Watch out, cars on the road! =P)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;FYI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo was taken by my old K770i phone. Incredible photo for a 3.2 megapixel camera phone. No editing was done here. The autofocus was just amazing. 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I can’t sleep. I want to write something that matter. I don’t mean just anything but it’s one of those nights when thoughts are coming off my head. I think it’s going to burst I have to write them down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everyone else wants to upgrade on their phones, here I am and I went “downgrade”. I sold my HTC phone to a friend at a very good price. I am happy because I know she’s going to take good care of it too. Now, I’m using an old simple phone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A lot of you may be asking why I did it. The thing is, I can’t just share this with anyone. People can’t understand (probably never will). Truth is, I’m starting to feel scared that I love my Android phone so much I can try to replace a lot of things (including people) just having it. I woke up one day and I realize it wasn’t really necessary. It was bad I made it too important because everything just makes it so easy. I don’t want it anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Please forgive me for saying this but I was made aware that it was idolatry when you try to put something/someone above worshipping God. It made me feel crazy/happy but only for a while.When you see me texting or just using my phone, you’ll be surprised I’m not using a touch screen phone anymore. I can afford to buy new ones but I have made my point.&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt; In two weeks of using a simple phone I realize I can text easier now. It makes me try to use what a mobile phone is made for – communicate by text or call. Mobile surfing on the side is okay. I think I'm doing a little over that which isn't so good anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;FYI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m not telling you to do the same thing. It really depends on how you wanna use your phone. You can call me weird but hey what can I do. I tell you, I’m not trying to live for anything in this world. I want to live for the One who created it in ways I know how. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-2261146409057635233?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/2261146409057635233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/2261146409057635233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/07/little-crazy-than-you-think.html' title='A little crazy than you think'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-1136192792566622982</id><published>2011-07-04T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T23:32:16.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy lemon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eastwood'/><title type='text'>Happy Lemon round 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5280/5901457706_15ee1fa1ed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5280/5901457706_15ee1fa1ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm giving up my touch screen phone, (the reason why I'm doing it is unknown) I can't blog anytime I want now. Well, let's see what happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blogging shouldn't stop anyhow. I took this photo with an old phone - a K770i (one I'm using right now). It works amazing photos for a simple phone, I should say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got a hold of another Happy Lemon Large cup today. This time I tried Green Tea with Rock Salt and Cheese. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was LOVELY! =) One thing though, the smell.. *wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming Soon:&lt;br /&gt;Cocoa with Rock Salt and Cheese&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-1136192792566622982?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/1136192792566622982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/1136192792566622982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-lemon-round-2.html' title='Happy Lemon round 2!'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5280/5901457706_15ee1fa1ed_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-8057279344934473640</id><published>2011-07-04T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T23:10:36.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IBM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plant'/><title type='text'>Big Blue Jungle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fhTZvkpDPko/ThHXyBLQREI/AAAAAAAAAPE/S2Ca7P7KgZM/s1600/269192_10150250419233293_563908292_7527101_3753422_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fhTZvkpDPko/ThHXyBLQREI/AAAAAAAAAPE/S2Ca7P7KgZM/s400/269192_10150250419233293_563908292_7527101_3753422_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;IBM is celebrating it's centennial year this year. As I pledged 8 hours of community service, I joined the tree planting activity as it happened in La Mesa Eco Park. It was my first time to be there by the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The last time I tried planting I was still in grade school. (You can count a decade) =P I wasn't so sure if I'm doing the right way of planting the seedlings we are provided. As it turned out, I had 6-7 planted seedlings (that's with the help of my little sister who also participated in the event - Families of IBMers are encouraged to join. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm praying that those seedlings would grow to be future trees in the Eco Park. Planting those seeds is one thing, but taking care of them is another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I realize it wouldn't take long to plant one. If each person would really spend time to plant a seed, having a forest in the future would be possible. This way we could prevent the flooding everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-8057279344934473640?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/8057279344934473640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/8057279344934473640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/07/big-blue-jungle.html' title='Big Blue Jungle'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fhTZvkpDPko/ThHXyBLQREI/AAAAAAAAAPE/S2Ca7P7KgZM/s72-c/269192_10150250419233293_563908292_7527101_3753422_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-670851726975528885</id><published>2011-06-24T18:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T18:55:17.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='android'/><title type='text'>Photoshake</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-3pc2nShgpQU/TgRtDJKH8sI/AAAAAAAAAO8/UR7zIW1CYcY/photoshake_1308907163052.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-3pc2nShgpQU/TgRtDJKH8sI/AAAAAAAAAO8/UR7zIW1CYcY/s400/photoshake_1308907163052.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; I downloaded a new photo app from the Android Market. It's called the Photoshake app.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Here's a photo test by just a few clicks and a shake using my fone. :) &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The app works by choosing your photos in the Photo Gallery then shake until you find your desired style. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; It took me 3 shakes to arrive at this. It randomly puts your photos in shapes and then you can also edit. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I think it's a cool and simple app for a little collage in an Android phone.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-670851726975528885?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/670851726975528885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/670851726975528885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/06/photoshake.html' title='Photoshake'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-3pc2nShgpQU/TgRtDJKH8sI/AAAAAAAAAO8/UR7zIW1CYcY/s72-c/photoshake_1308907163052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-8552605879633919707</id><published>2011-06-16T10:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T10:15:41.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='island'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date'/><title type='text'>It's okay to be an island sometimes :)</title><content type='html'> &lt;br/&gt; I remember my Sociology Professor in College once said, "No man is an island. But a man is both a social being and an individual." He explained that man cannot be alone all the time nor cannot be a social being all the time. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Sometimes, a person needs time for herself. That's what I did yesterday. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I took the day off on a Wednesday when I think there is too much to handle at everything - work and personal life.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I had something to fix in the morning then I went to the mall. It was the perfect time to buy that something I wanted. :) I didn't buy it right away ofcourse.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I went to see Pirates of the Carribean 4. It was my first time to watch a movie in the Cinema by myself. Haha I've been wanting to do it for a long time. I was scared at first. I tried to look away when they were showing the scary trailers. Then I noticed a girl of my age is also watching by herself. She's two seats away from me. She's having a lot of food while watching. Just before the movie started I finished my Super Jumbo Hotdog on stick. It's been a long time since I had a hotdog like that. Oh well. :) &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; It took more than two hours to enjoy the movie. I don't mind laughing alone because I really find Jack Sparrow hilarious! &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Moral Lesson: &lt;br/&gt; It isn't so bad to date yourself. Taking the time off the world is all we need sometimes. :) &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; FYI &lt;br/&gt; Don't ask me how much I spent yesterday because I might tell you how much. Haha ;) &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-8552605879633919707?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/8552605879633919707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/8552605879633919707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/06/it-okay-to-be-island-sometimes.html' title='It&amp;#39;s okay to be an island sometimes :)'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-5130948273349478910</id><published>2011-06-12T12:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T12:02:43.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='70'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story'/><title type='text'>Everything else fades away</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-T1gKYscVcCY/TfQ6XwDZJkI/AAAAAAAAAO4/zlGXQg02SHM/ryan.jpeg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-T1gKYscVcCY/TfQ6XwDZJkI/AAAAAAAAAO4/zlGXQg02SHM/s400/ryan.jpeg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Last night was movie night with the rest of the family. Out of all the movies we've watched I think this movie left me with thoughts in mind.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; My mom bought a DVD. Its called the Love Story, a 70s film. She said it was a big hit at that time and it started the love stories in films. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I had to notice the kind of cameras they used. There wasn't steady cameras yet back in 70s. It felt like you're walking with the characters in their conversation scenes.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; This what got me. If the actors were in their early 20s at that time,  they could be in their 60s today. When I googled for Ryan O'Neil's (the lead actor) photos now he looked really different though the features of his face stays the same. (Ofcourse) &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I would say you're at the peak of your physical beauty in your 20s. (Check yourselves facing the mirror now!) I mean let's face reality no one looks exactly the same when you're 20 then you turn 70. Even actors can't maintain that beauty. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Bottomline, everything else fades away. Nothing is PERMANENT. What truly matters is CHARACTER. The person you laugh with today will still be same person you'll laugh with 30 years from now. Keep that sense of humor to eliminate stress from problems. Who knows you'll live until 60? Who knows you can only reach the age of 30 or even less?  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; My point here is there is no rewind. When you look back you'll ask yourself this question: "Did I do the right thing?". I hope you can say "Yes I did it because I wanted to. It was the right thing to do and it came from my HEART." &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; It could be a different story when you say you only did the right thing but it didn't come from the heart.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-5130948273349478910?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/5130948273349478910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/5130948273349478910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/06/everything-else-fades-away.html' title='Everything else fades away'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-T1gKYscVcCY/TfQ6XwDZJkI/AAAAAAAAAO4/zlGXQg02SHM/s72-c/ryan.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-1440414577948343327</id><published>2011-06-11T17:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T17:19:09.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy lemon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eastwood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drink'/><title type='text'>Happy Lemon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-kV6mhE81qAI/TfMzB_HgaLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Bl-bphYLbt8/IMAG0133_edit0_edit0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-kV6mhE81qAI/TfMzB_HgaLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Bl-bphYLbt8/s400/IMAG0133_edit0_edit0.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; I got my first chance of Happy Lemon yesterday. I was with my good friend Claire just after we had lunch. I told her I have to try it after eating. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; So we went by the counter, I was excited of what flavor to choose! I told myself I have to try one of the recommended drinks. When it was finally my turn to order I told the cashier "One Large Lemon Peppermint with Nata de coco". (I just can't let go of Peppermint flavor. I know some people who are just disgusted by its taste and Im sorry. =p) Then she asked "Would you like to add Popping Boba for the Peppermint?" &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I was completely unaware of what she meant. When I asked how much is the add-on she said it's 25 bucks. I availed of it to complete the experience.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; When I got back to the office I took my first few sips of my Happy Lemon. It was alright but WAIT until one piece of Popping Boba reached my tongue! And it suddenly BURST touching my palate! It looks like a white pearl  (its called "sago" in Filipino) on the outside but wait until you have it inside your mouth because it suddenly bursts some flavor. And I think I liked it. Ü &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I can't wait for my next grab of Happy Lemon.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; FYI, &lt;br/&gt; Happy Lemon originated in Hongkong. It offers a variety of flavors from Milk Tea, Lemon, Coffee, etc. You can choose either Hot or Cold. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-1440414577948343327?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/1440414577948343327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/1440414577948343327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-lemon.html' title='Happy Lemon!'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-kV6mhE81qAI/TfMzB_HgaLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Bl-bphYLbt8/s72-c/IMAG0133_edit0_edit0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-2891433821946177471</id><published>2011-06-11T09:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T09:48:31.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noodles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='korean'/><title type='text'>Korean noodles</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-OUX21DdlRwE/TfLJbD3B1YI/AAAAAAAAAOw/LyEypxfSzlE/IMAG0129_edit0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-OUX21DdlRwE/TfLJbD3B1YI/AAAAAAAAAOw/LyEypxfSzlE/s400/IMAG0129_edit0.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; My sister Lea brought me Korean Noodles last week. It was perfect in time for the rainy days. Thanks sis! &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; It's not any different in preparing for an ordinary instant noodles. All you have to do is put on hot water and the flavor in sachet that comes with it. Then wait for a few minutes for the noodles to be cooked.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Then it was time for me to taste. I was expecting spicy level 8 but all it gave me was just level 3. Hope you guys know what I mean. It didn't even occur to me that it was supposed to be spicy. Tsk! &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I asked my sister why it wasn't so spicy. She told me she didn't buy me the red one because it might be too spicy for me. Oh well, Im not really a big fan of spicy dishes.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; But I think I wanna try the level 8 or the flaming hot noodles next time ;) &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Moral Lesson:  &lt;br/&gt; If you do not understand Korean characters, just by looking at the pack, BLACK is for spicy. RED is for flaming Hot!  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; One more thing, I didn't use the chopsticks here. I have yet to learn how to eat with chopsticks. ü &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-2891433821946177471?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/2891433821946177471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/2891433821946177471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/06/korean-noodles.html' title='Korean noodles'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-OUX21DdlRwE/TfLJbD3B1YI/AAAAAAAAAOw/LyEypxfSzlE/s72-c/IMAG0129_edit0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-8843796692039749055</id><published>2011-06-04T10:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T07:20:15.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><title type='text'>CAUTION: VERY HOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-NgpGH_IAPvs/TewPIbCppvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/UyvClftV-Hk/1307315996399.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 288px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-NgpGH_IAPvs/TewPIbCppvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/UyvClftV-Hk/s288/1307315996399.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeps, I've had my few seconds of fame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean the FAME album of Chris Brown. Haha I mean being famous when you know everyone else in the place starts looking at you and try to be familiar with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what happened to me last night with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes the scene: &lt;br /&gt;We were at Starbucks Robinsons Galleria (This happened to be a memorable place to me. Please wait until I tell you the whole story.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been more than two years since we last saw each other. We were all excited to make kwento and talk about each other's lives. In the middle of the busy chatting I started to open the lid of my SB Mint Blend Full Leaf Hot Tea. I had to smell the sweet aroma of my drink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to grab a sip. I held my cup right then. The conversation got a little excited and everyone starts laughing including me. It was the PERFECT moment when Ate Yen tried to grab my left arm while Im holding my Caution: VERY HOT tea! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man!!! You should know how I scream. And I mean true scream happening inside Starbucks coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a friend who called my scream A SHRIEK one time. (Uh, this is different from Shrek my friends. Kidding aside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't wanna get near me if I happen to be shocked and I suddenly scream. It will tear your eardrums I swear. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the story, my tea starts spilling over my left hand while I scream really hard. The crazy person that Ate Yen is, (Yes, she's crazy. Just kidding) she wouldn't let go of my hand shaking it side by side. She wasn't looking because she's busy telling her story. OH MAN! I couldn't tell her to stop but I just went screaminggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two other friends starts covering their faces because I can feel everyone looking towards our direction including the baristas and the security guard by the glass door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was total SILENCE in the place after I screamed. I felt the world stopped for a few seconds while I try to smile and started walking to the counter to ask for tissues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was trying to cover my red hand. I felt hurt but it didn't matter. We went to continue  laughing and sharing stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral Lesson: &lt;br /&gt;Never ever buy a Caution: Very HOT drink at Starbucks when you know you're going to laugh hard with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just might have few seconds of fame once again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posted from Bloggeroid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-8843796692039749055?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8843796692039749055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/06/caution-very-hot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/8843796692039749055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/8843796692039749055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/06/caution-very-hot.html' title='CAUTION: VERY HOT'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-NgpGH_IAPvs/TewPIbCppvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/UyvClftV-Hk/s72-c/1307315996399.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-4137519519703148360</id><published>2011-06-02T07:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T07:52:50.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nova'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chips'/><title type='text'>NOVA cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-b5nz5cHiklg/TebQxaEuJFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/7HbHs8yq2YI/IMAG0124_edit0_edit0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-b5nz5cHiklg/TebQxaEuJFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/7HbHs8yq2YI/s400/IMAG0124_edit0_edit0.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; I have tasted this new Nova cookies for the first time.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I saw my friend Janine having these cookies by her workstation one morning. She gave me one pack (3 cookies). I took it ofcourse, (thanks Janine!) I was curious of how it should taste. Not to mention, I needed something to eat in a busy working afternoon. :P &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I noticed something different because the famous Nova chips came in cookies this time. It felt a little weird thinking how it should taste. My mind went on it could be crunchy? Maybe it could be a little sweet? Hmm, maybe the cookies could be having "waves" or "strips" design?? Haha!  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; If the makers of Nova (chips) wanted to create cookies they could have thought of a different brand for the cookies so as not to cause confusion for consumers. Well, just a thought.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Still, people could be buying this product out of curiousity most especially the Nova chips fans out there. Im not really a Nova chips fan here. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; It took a day for me to open and eat it. Don't ask me why because I don't know. Haha  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Here's my judgement: IT'S PRETTY GOOD! ;) &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; If you happen to find this in a grocery, it's worth a try. Im into chocolate chips cookies but this could be an alternative. Ü &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Im just not sure how much a pack should cost. Before I forget, it doesn't have the waves or strips that I was expecting. Haha ;) &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-4137519519703148360?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/4137519519703148360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/06/nova-cookies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/4137519519703148360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/4137519519703148360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/06/nova-cookies.html' title='NOVA cookies'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-b5nz5cHiklg/TebQxaEuJFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/7HbHs8yq2YI/s72-c/IMAG0124_edit0_edit0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-962934510887062784</id><published>2011-05-28T19:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T19:08:41.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eastwood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minutes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red box'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karaoke'/><title type='text'>Red Box!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-vTzeXpx5XTE/TeDWGlZdTyI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Y8a_0493fzU/IMAG0123_edit0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-vTzeXpx5XTE/TeDWGlZdTyI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Y8a_0493fzU/s400/IMAG0123_edit0.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; My good friend Princess gave me free minutes to Eastwood Red Box. Thank you so much Cess! &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I just thought I have not tried Red Box yet. I should try this real soon!  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I could use singing my heart out here. =P Maybe, I should show off my singing skills too. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-962934510887062784?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/962934510887062784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/05/red-box.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/962934510887062784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/962934510887062784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/05/red-box.html' title='Red Box!'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-vTzeXpx5XTE/TeDWGlZdTyI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Y8a_0493fzU/s72-c/IMAG0123_edit0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-2087057370233331020</id><published>2011-05-26T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T23:31:03.292+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vaccine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dose'/><title type='text'>The X Vaccine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-6HjLoTp7Isc/Td5cWe8hxkI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/pBT1dz_Z8OE/IMAG0120_edit0_edit0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="147" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-6HjLoTp7Isc/Td5cWe8hxkI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/pBT1dz_Z8OE/s200/IMAG0120_edit0_edit0.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first shot of cervical cancer vaccine today at the office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In getting this vaccine I had to fill out a form by the nurses corner then proceed to the doctor's table. I find it weird that the doctor had to be a guy. Oh well, what can I do. Then the doctor went on asking me questions before I can have the vaccine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden the doctor said "Medyo mabigat itong vaccine natin maam ha". The curious person that I am, I looked at him in the eye and asked "Ha? Panong mabigat doc???". I realize my question sounded a little funny! ;P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't joking ofcourse but in the way he said this I got a little nervous. Then he went to explain that in case my arm would feel a little heavy or stiff I should move it often. He advised that I could use some pain relievers too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel my heart beat fast while the med tech applied alcohol and cotton by my left arm. After she injected she said "Ok na maam". "Mas masakit pa yung flu vaccine eh!!" I shouted. Yikes! I sounded like myself when I was 7 years old. Ö &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I still have 2 more vaccines. One for next month, after that the 3rd dose would be on October.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band aid used here I think is cute. I shall call this the X vaccine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TYL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; font-size: xx-small; text-align: center;"&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-2087057370233331020?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/2087057370233331020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/05/x-vaccine.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/2087057370233331020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/2087057370233331020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/05/x-vaccine.html' title='The X Vaccine'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-6HjLoTp7Isc/Td5cWe8hxkI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/pBT1dz_Z8OE/s72-c/IMAG0120_edit0_edit0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-2514964691706390719</id><published>2011-05-23T08:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T08:18:06.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boracay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><title type='text'>Boracay</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4JzIeDvXA20/TdmntzewJHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/725gl9yX2CE/IMAG0119.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4JzIeDvXA20/TdmntzewJHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/725gl9yX2CE/s400/IMAG0119.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; We're going back to Manila in a few. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; It's a gloomy monday morning in Boracay. And it's setting the sad mood in me leaving this very beautiful place. :( &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Thank you Lord for letting me experience this wonderful island that You created. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; It's true. Everything I heard about Boracay. All I can say is: You wouldn't wanna go to any other beach once you get this paradise experience. &lt;br/&gt;   &lt;br/&gt; We stayed here for 5days but it felt like I've been here for only 2days. It still wasn't enough. If given a chance maybe I'd like to stay here for a really long time.. away from a busy routine and just be with this place. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I remember the first time I got near the beach. I came rushing through the shore, sat down on the white sand and ran my fingers through them touching and really feeling it. In my mind I say it's real. The beautiful place that I often see on postcards, "I am here. I can't believe I am really here" I kept telling myself. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Definitely, this won't be the first time Im here. =) &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I say this to you Boracay: "Wait for me, I'll come back for you." Ü &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-2514964691706390719?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/2514964691706390719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/05/boracay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/2514964691706390719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/2514964691706390719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/05/boracay.html' title='Boracay'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4JzIeDvXA20/TdmntzewJHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/725gl9yX2CE/s72-c/IMAG0119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-2648696350090611870</id><published>2011-05-19T14:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T14:48:08.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='airport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting'/><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4JzIeDvXA20/TdS9FwL-J6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qB-j73xjlnQ/IMAG0111_edit0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4JzIeDvXA20/TdS9FwL-J6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qB-j73xjlnQ/s400/IMAG0111_edit0.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Our 12:05pm flight to Boracay is delayed. We still have few minutes of waiting here in Zest Air airport. The flight is moved to 2:30pm (I doubt it if there won't be any delay after that). We've been here since 9am. Tsk &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Okay, so here I am waiting with everyone else here (Aside from me being with my family and some friends ofcourse). I am thinking of writing something about Waiting. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I wonder how many people are out there waiting on something. You could be waiting to get promoted for work. Some are waiting for their someone special to say the sweet "Yes". Some are waiting on their next salary while some are waiting for the upcoming school year.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I realize waiting is a big part of life. Right here waiting, I almost got tired trying to entertain myself so I won't get bored. Im just so excited to get to one of the most beautiful places in my country, the island of Boracay. &lt;br/&gt;   &lt;br/&gt; In waiting, we put our precious time to waste. When we could have done something productive in an hour, more so in 6 hours. If you know me, you know I don't like waiting. The same goes when I know someone is waiting for me. I wouldn't want to put to waste someone's time just for me. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; But I realize now waiting is not just about all that. In waiting, we also discover how we can be patient. In waiting, we learn to build friendships. In waiting, we will know who will stay and will never leave our side. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-2648696350090611870?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/2648696350090611870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/05/waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/2648696350090611870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/2648696350090611870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/05/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4JzIeDvXA20/TdS9FwL-J6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qB-j73xjlnQ/s72-c/IMAG0111_edit0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-8660863657763853542</id><published>2011-05-17T21:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T21:13:58.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>I've tasted Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4JzIeDvXA20/TdJz4gBlwhI/AAAAAAAAAOE/LR71_XFTM6A/IMAG0110_edit0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4JzIeDvXA20/TdJz4gBlwhI/AAAAAAAAAOE/LR71_XFTM6A/s400/IMAG0110_edit0.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; I can't let this day pass without blogging about this incredible drink I had today. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I decided to order a Grande Iced Cafe Mocha just after I had my lunch. Out of curiosity, I tried adding on MINT syrup to my drink. That's additional 20 bucks. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Until the barista called "Grande Iced Cafe Mocha for Jaymie!". He need not shout for it because I was just by the counter waiting and excited for my SB. Ü &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Until I grabbed it and inserted the green straw. I'm on my way to sit outside with my friend Janine there. The moment I took my seat I took a sip! (What a rhyme! =P) &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Guess what, I nearly jumped for JOY! Haha It tasted just like my favorite SB Christmas drink: The Peppermint Mocha! Ü &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I really LOVED it. Ü &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; So now, I need not wait for Christmas you know. It's because I can have that taste anytime of the year =P &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; TYL &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-8660863657763853542?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8660863657763853542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-tasted-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/8660863657763853542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/8660863657763853542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-tasted-christmas.html' title='I&amp;#39;ve tasted Christmas!'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4JzIeDvXA20/TdJz4gBlwhI/AAAAAAAAAOE/LR71_XFTM6A/s72-c/IMAG0110_edit0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-385470390132503668</id><published>2011-05-16T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T19:49:26.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sandwich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='club'/><title type='text'>Stacked Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_4JzIeDvXA20/TdENGXYd-VI/AAAAAAAAANA/9Zl_vQ7zIRQ/IMAG0109_edit0_edit0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_4JzIeDvXA20/TdENGXYd-VI/AAAAAAAAANA/9Zl_vQ7zIRQ/s400/IMAG0109_edit0_edit0.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; So have you tasted this kind of Club yet? &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I'll tell you, it's called the Stacked Club from the New Bistro Deli. If you happen to drop by the CyberMall in Eastwood make sure you grab a piece guys! Ü &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Im not a fan of sandwiches but the second time I got their sandwich it blowed my mind. Well, not really my mind.. I should say my tummy. Haha! Or I might be just hungry at that time.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; But how come my feet dragged me all the way here in my finding something good to eat? Oh well, I have to admit my 120pesos in getting it satisfied me. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Oh yeah, before I forget, it comes with a regular iced tea by the way :) &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-385470390132503668?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/385470390132503668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/05/stacked-club.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/385470390132503668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/385470390132503668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/05/stacked-club.html' title='Stacked Club'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_4JzIeDvXA20/TdENGXYd-VI/AAAAAAAAANA/9Zl_vQ7zIRQ/s72-c/IMAG0109_edit0_edit0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-3857555115927682722</id><published>2011-05-14T09:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T09:10:20.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eastwood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burger'/><title type='text'>Johnny Rockets</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_4JzIeDvXA20/Tc3WeUxAFjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uA-MDIia0II/IMAG0106_edit0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_4JzIeDvXA20/Tc3WeUxAFjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uA-MDIia0II/s400/IMAG0106_edit0.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; It was my second time to eat at Johnny Rockets. We had unlimited fries together with the burgers we ordered. Of course, the JR experience wouldn't be complete without the dancing crew.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I can tell every customer would feel the happy atmosphere by choosing to dine in the resto. I had the same feeling while it took a little waiting for our food.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I understand why the ketchup with the fries is served that way Ü &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-3857555115927682722?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/3857555115927682722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/05/johnny-rockets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/3857555115927682722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/3857555115927682722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/05/johnny-rockets.html' title='Johnny Rockets'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_4JzIeDvXA20/Tc3WeUxAFjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uA-MDIia0II/s72-c/IMAG0106_edit0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-1352436715776419213</id><published>2011-05-12T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:44:16.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drink'/><title type='text'>SereniTEA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4JzIeDvXA20/Tcvc3rn8rKI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ubvoamL96p4/IMAG0105.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4JzIeDvXA20/Tcvc3rn8rKI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ubvoamL96p4/s400/IMAG0105.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; I decided to buy SereniTEA for the first time today :) &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; This was my morning refreshment just when I arrived at the office. I ordered a large Strawberry Dream drink. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I was surprised to be asked of what Sweetness level to choose. (Maybe if I'd be a SereniTea Im just 25% sweet Haha Don't ask how I said so =P) I picked 50% to be safe. I must have chosen 75%! Tsk =P &lt;br/&gt; And then I picked Pearl to add on it. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; It was pretty good and creative. I will try on a different flavor the next time.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; You know, there is something about a Tea that makes me feel cool and relaxed. But ofcourse I won't let go of Starbucks Coffee in making me feel excited and happy Ü &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; TYL  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-1352436715776419213?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1352436715776419213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/05/serenitea.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/1352436715776419213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/1352436715776419213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/05/serenitea.html' title='SereniTEA'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4JzIeDvXA20/Tcvc3rn8rKI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ubvoamL96p4/s72-c/IMAG0105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-6523148015667272948</id><published>2011-05-09T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T22:22:47.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bagyo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storm'/><title type='text'>Winds + Storms</title><content type='html'> &lt;br/&gt; It was raining hard last night because of a typhoon visiting the country. If you're someone close to me you'd know that the gust of wind and storms scare me.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I just discovered that last year. It came from an unforgettable Ondoy experience and my family survived it. It left me this "trauma" =/ &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Ask me if I slept well last night. If I woke up at 1am then around 3am and then 5am can you call that a good sleep? Not reaally. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; I could hear the wind whistle in my ear while I curl up in bed pulling my blanket. I look like a little girl wanting to call her parents just like in the movies.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Then I woke up at exactly 7:30am this morning. I'm 30 minutes late than usual. Good thing there was sunshine.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; My mom asked me "di ka sasabay kila daddy?". "Ha? Ayoko sana pumasok Mommy eh, natatakot ako sa bagyo. Di nga ako nakatulog kagabi eh" was my answer. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Brr..  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; How could I possibly answer her that if I know I wasn't joking. I was serious. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; So how about the rainy season for me? Blahh PLEASE.. NOOOO! =P &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-6523148015667272948?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/6523148015667272948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/05/winds-storms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/6523148015667272948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/6523148015667272948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/05/winds-storms.html' title='Winds + Storms'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-3058986452504105045</id><published>2011-05-08T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T18:07:41.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>I will begin my entry by thanking the Lord for He gave me the best mom there is. I mean it from the bottom of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's anyone I admire the most and would want to be like, it's her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think about how my life would be like if she's not my mom. I wouldn't be the person that I am today. That's for sure.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for how she takes care of me every single day. And I mean EVERY SINGLE DAY, mind you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she knows how much I love her Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when I had to spend time with friends for 3 days I think. I tell you, it was hard missing on the delicious food only she can cook. People told me I lost weight and it's because Im having a hard time eating. You can just imagine how I can live without my mom.. Sadly, it would be miserable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean that I am so dependent of my mom. But I couldn't illustrate any situation that made me realize how her presence mean so much to me. I couldn't thank God more for having someone like her. Ü &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know someday I'll be a mom myself. But that's not going to happen anytime soon (as long as my life will happen as I want it to be ofcourse) Haha It won't be any easy I know. That's the way I see it now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that by the right time comes, if I can't be someone greater atleast I can be someone like her in being a mom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I forget, it would take me a lot of work and effort so Lord I would be needing your help =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Happy Mother's Day to all moms out there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; font-size: xx-small; text-align: center;"&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-3058986452504105045?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/3058986452504105045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/05/mother-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/3058986452504105045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/3058986452504105045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/05/mother-day.html' title='Mother&amp;#39;s Day'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-2940782285830989166</id><published>2011-04-22T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T14:31:47.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults v:ext="edit" spidmax="1026"/&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout v:ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap v:ext="edit" data="1"/&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s time for me to blog once again (after a long time). And it’s time for reflection in the Holy Week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My entry today would just be a prayer that people would be mindful of the SELFLESS love of Christ on the cross for us. No matter what denomination (religion) we belong to, Christ dying on the cross only mean God sending His only Son to pay for our sins so we can live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know a lot of people are out there having a great time in this vacation but I think it is important that we ponder on what this occasion is really about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I always think about how this world is just temporary and how it can lead us to everlasting life with Christ. Have we ever asked ourselves this question: To whom do we live for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If the answer to this question is myself, my family, my parents, my friends, my career, etc. I think we should re-evaluate ourselves on whether this is the right answer to the question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;No one knows when our time on earth will end. It could be any minute now. Everyone knows we will come to that endpoint. It is just a matter of time. And so I think about when that time comes will I ever regret anything in my life? My answer to that is I will only regret having offended God and not turn away from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Bible says, Repent and Trust in God so you will inherit His Kingdom. Are we worthy of this? It was said that there has to be shedding of blood for the forgiveness of sins. And because God loved us, He sent His only son on earth to pay for our sins and be put on the cross. LOVE shown this way is SACRIFICIAL and SELFLESS. Who are we not to love other people when God loved us this way? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When people used to define what Love is I always hear different answers. They say “for me love is..” “I think true love is..” I only have one thing to ask: Do we realize how God loved us in the first place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When all else finally comes to the end, I believe only one thing will remain here. It is those we shared with people. Have we showed people that God worked in us? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I will always be thankful for the blessings God has given me. For whatever I have, I thank Him. It’s because I always ask myself this question: “Lord, who am I to deserve such goodness?” I hope people will always remember the good in their lives and would stop complaining. For me, that is HAPPINESS. It is being SATISFIED with the good things we have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today is a GOOD Friday and Christ will rise again on Easter. My advance HAPPY EASTER to everyone! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-2940782285830989166?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/2940782285830989166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/2940782285830989166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/2940782285830989166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-friday.html' title='GOOD Friday'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-8585567732769766498</id><published>2010-08-28T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T11:30:39.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A story worth sharing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 class="uiHeaderTitle"&gt;"MARRIAGE...A MUST READ"  (Please do share TO ALL)&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clearfix" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1407743108"&gt;Ramon E Mendoza&lt;/a&gt;  on Friday, August 6, 2010 at 1:31am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday,  August 5, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and  said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly.  Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know  what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly,  why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the  chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't  talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what  had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory  answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I  just pitied her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated  that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent  ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for  her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I  had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front  of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a  kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several  weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something  at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell  asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not  care so I turned over and was asleep again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want  anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She  requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a  life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a  month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken  marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to  recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of  our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going  crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd  request. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and  thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to  face the divorce, she said scornfully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was  explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we  both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy  in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to  the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in  my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about  the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside &lt;br /&gt;the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the  office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my  chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I  hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she  was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair  was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I  wondered what I had done to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy  returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was  growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry  her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me  stronger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few  dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my  dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so  thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her  heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out.  To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an  essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer  and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I  might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms,  walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her  hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly;  it was just like our wedding day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held  her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I  held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked  intimacy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the  door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked  upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not  want the divorce anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a  fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I  won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I  didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each  other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on  our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then  slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove  away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my  wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and  wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I  run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead. &lt;br /&gt;My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane  to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save  me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push  thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a  loving husband.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small details of your lives are what really matter in a  relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the  bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot  give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend  and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a  real happy marriage! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do, you just might save a marriage. &lt;br /&gt;Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they  were to success when they gave up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A CHRIST-CENTERED MARRIAGE IS A MARRIAGE THAT IS SURE TO LAST A  LIFETIME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, they are no longer two but one flesh. Therefore what God has  joined together, let not man separate. Matthew 19:6&lt;div class="photo photo_none"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=30875709&amp;amp;fbid=1359926444034&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=413379537827&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;auser=0&amp;amp;oid=413379537827&amp;amp;id=1407743108"&gt;&lt;img class="img" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs237.snc4/39188_1359926444034_1407743108_30875709_4716733_n.jpg" style="width: 420px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-8585567732769766498?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8585567732769766498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2010/08/story-worth-sharing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/8585567732769766498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/8585567732769766498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2010/08/story-worth-sharing.html' title='A story worth sharing'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-12001973927159082</id><published>2010-08-26T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T22:05:27.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter from a teenage Filipino to the WHOLE WORLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 8pt; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 8pt; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;As you are reading this letter, I bet that you have seen/heard about what happened earlier in our country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 8pt; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Tourists were hostages of a policeman here, Rolando Mendoza. After a few hours of the horrible crime, some of the victims were dead including the hostage-taker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 8pt; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I wrote this letter not just to apologize but also to let everyone know that we Filipinos are not all like Mendoza. We are loving and good-hearted people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 8pt; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;For so many years, our country has been standing tall and surpassing every dilemma; be it small or big. Years ago (back when I wasn’t born yet), you have watched us fight for what we think is right. We fought for the democracy of our nation.. The EDSA revolution. But that’s just one out of many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 8pt; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Second. We Filipinos have been serving other countries for our families and we treat you as our own as well. With all due respect, I thank you all for giving us the trust through the years. For helping us to become what we are now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 8pt; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The Philippines is more than just a group of islands. We are a nation of strong and remarkable people. A country of beauty and love known to be hospitable and well-valued. I humbly apologize for what happened tonight. No one in this world would want something like that to happen for life should be valued.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 8pt; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I politely ask the attention of the world. Please do not judge and mistreat us just because of what happened tonight. I have been searching the net and found terrible things. Hong Kong advices to avoid travels here, China and HK bans Filipinos and that Philippines is the worst place to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 8pt; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I can’t blame you for what you have decided but I hope that you could understand. Our country is now in a sea of problems. And I know for sure that we helped you in a way or another. Let peace and understanding reign this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 8pt; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I know that this letter will just be trash but I wish that you would understand. On behalf of the Philippine population.. WE ARE SORRY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 8pt; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;As a song puts it…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="jive-quote" style="background-color: white; background-image: url(http://ireport.cnn.com/images/quote-background-1.gif); background-repeat: repeat repeat; border-bottom-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 2px; border-right-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-style: initial; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: 10px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 8pt; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And I believe that in my life I will see an end to hopelessness, giving-up and suffering. And we all stand together this one time then no one will get left behind. Stand up for life. STAND UP FOR LOVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 8pt; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Sincerely yours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 8pt; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Reigno Jose Dilao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; height: 8pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 8pt; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; height: 8pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 8pt; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; height: 8pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 8pt; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ireport.cnn.com/docs/DOC-484411"&gt;http://ireport.cnn.com/docs/DOC-484411&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-12001973927159082?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/12001973927159082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2010/08/letter-from-teenage-filipino-to-whole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/12001973927159082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/12001973927159082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2010/08/letter-from-teenage-filipino-to-whole.html' title='A letter from a teenage Filipino to the WHOLE WORLD'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-1536929164563190419</id><published>2010-08-11T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T21:40:57.292+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Is it really better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;An article by Mary Ann Rudy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all". - Alfred Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam, Line 27, Stanza 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love. A word which often defies definition, and a feeling which is difficult to explain. Four letters that, when combined, equal one of the most powerful emotions a human being can experience. We spend the entire course of our lives giving and receiving love. We thrive on it, revel in it, and delight in its existence. Sadly, we also reach points during which we curse love and despise it for the pain that it leaves in its wake. Few moments in life cut us to the core as deeply as the moment in which love is lost. The intense heartache that results often leads us to feel as though we will never breathe again, that our hearts will surely never heal, that our tears will never stop flowing, and that joy will never again find its way into our lives. However, despite the heartbreak that inevitably comes from lost love, the lessons we learn are invaluable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Plainly stated, it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all, for pain teaches us lessons that joy is simply not capable of. Pain and loss force us to grow, assist us in discovering who we are as individuals, and raise our capacity to offer kindness and compassion to others. Yes, the pain of lost love cuts deeper than any knife ever could. Nevertheless, we would never have experienced the pain had we not first felt the joy. Had we never loved, we would have missed out on the extreme levels of happiness that come as a result. We would not have experienced the euphoria of loving another human being to the very depths and hidden corners of our souls. The incomparable feeling that our hearts are soaring as high as the heavens, and that no power is capable of clipping our wings, would have eluded us. In short, we would never have received the precious gifts that love so freely gives us when we are joyfully entangled in its embrace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love is, and always has been, the ultimate emotional risk. We risk our hearts and souls, our minds, and often, our entire beings. We must acknowledge and fully understand beforehand that love has the potential to hurt us to a greater extent than any other human emotion. Surely, loving another person requires courage and strength, for only the strong survive when love takes its leave of us. However, love does not, and never will, leave us empty-handed. Instead, we are left with far more than we came to it with, and in the end, we are better people for having been granted the gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;A really nice article. I like how the author use the words by what she wanted to express. &lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I DON'T believe in the expression. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-1536929164563190419?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1536929164563190419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2010/08/is-it-really-better-to-have-loved-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/1536929164563190419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/1536929164563190419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2010/08/is-it-really-better-to-have-loved-and.html' title='Is it really better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all?'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-1297359608923111090</id><published>2010-07-31T00:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T00:59:01.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul Wright -  Take This Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'DejaVu Serif', serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'DejaVu Serif', serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;Take this life&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for the words I spoke before they ever left my throat&lt;br /&gt;My heart would rather rebel than obey&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for this life of sin I know&lt;br /&gt;I need a new beginning Lord I've gone astray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'DejaVu Serif', serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'DejaVu Serif', serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;Take this life make it yours&lt;br /&gt;Do what's right oh Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'DejaVu Serif', serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got to take this life take this life&lt;br /&gt;You got to make it make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'DejaVu Serif', serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'DejaVu Serif', serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;Take my flesh take my pride take the sins I try&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'DejaVu Serif', serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'DejaVu Serif', serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To hide take my doubts take my fears&lt;br /&gt;all the pain and all the tears and I fall down on my knees&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'DejaVu Serif', serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord I'm begging ya please Lord&lt;br /&gt;Take the shame take the blame it's all the same&lt;br /&gt;Take this life&lt;br /&gt;Make it right&lt;br /&gt;Take this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'DejaVu Serif', serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;I don't want to live a life that's compromising to the King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'DejaVu Serif', serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;I'd rather live for you than live for me or anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ddddff; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'DejaVu Serif', serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt; Take this life (and all my hidden sins)&lt;br /&gt;Do what's right (and everything within) oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;You got take this take this life&lt;br /&gt;You got make it right&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ddddff; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'DejaVu Serif', serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-1297359608923111090?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1297359608923111090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2010/07/paul-wright-take-this-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/1297359608923111090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/1297359608923111090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2010/07/paul-wright-take-this-life.html' title='Paul Wright -  Take This Life'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-1901225155879411566</id><published>2010-05-30T10:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T10:24:22.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jaymie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>To love God is to OBEY Him</title><content type='html'>A friend asked me "Do you think you're a good person?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Answering    to this question didn't take long for me to answer. I said  "Ofcourse".   To this question, I was asked probably in what standards I  said so.  And I  thought this is according to my own standards and  probably  comparing  myself to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The  thing is,  if God  will judge me if I am truly a good person He will use  the ten   commandments to show me what kind of a person I really am. I  will be   guilty. Jesus said, "&lt;i&gt;Thou shall not bear false witness  against your   neighbor&lt;/i&gt;" which means Do not LIE. Have I ever lied in  my life?   Ofcourse, white lie is still a lie. "&lt;i&gt;Thou shall not steal&lt;/i&gt;"  says   the Lord. Have I ever stolen anything? Ofcourse, stealing is  when I get   something that isn't mine. "&lt;i&gt;Thou shall not kill&lt;/i&gt;" but  Jesus sees   hatred and anger as murder. "&lt;i&gt;Thou shall not commit  adultery&lt;/i&gt;".  The  bible says, He sees lust as adultery. "&lt;i&gt;Thou  shall not have any  other  Gods beside me&lt;/i&gt;" I have not been thinking  about Him thinking  about  my life and my ambitions. I have been selfish  and my heart needed  to be  changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never  realize what true love  really  is and that is love from God when He  sent his only Son and gave  up His  life for my sins. Regardless if I  deserve it or not I should not  be  enjoying everything without Him. To  love God is to DENY myself and  OBEY  Him. Matt 16:24-25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When  I used to say I love   Him but have I truly OBEY Him? How can I truly  say I love God but I  keep  on doing the things that hurt Him? I realize  to love God is to  turn  away from myself (become unselfish), my sins  (Repentance) and be a   follower of Christ (be righteous).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The  bible   says, "&lt;i&gt;Be perfect, therefore, as your Heavenly Father is  perfect.&lt;/i&gt;"   Matt 5:48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, people can start  looking at me   and start pointing their fingers at me thinking I have  become talking   like someone. I don't care. Thinking about more  important things,   nothing is more important than living a life  thanking God, my Savior.   Matt 5:11-12  The God who created me. God who  gave me my life, my  family, my friends  and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The   bible, something  that was once a dead letter to me now starts  speaking  to me and reveal  its true meaning. I am so inlove with my red  bible.  (Diff kind of love  huh? =) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I used  to think  what can truly  save me I thought it was religion. Having a  religion  and just praying  will not entirely save me. Faith without  obedience is  nothing. Romans 2:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For  a long time, I have been  worrying who  to give my heart to. Looking for  that someone and love  that person as  my other half. Now I won't be  looking for him anymore.  What I have to  focus on now is my relationship  with Him. And hope that  God will reveal  him to me in His perfect time. A friend once told me,  true love is like  a triangle: Boy and Girl at the corners looking up to  God at the top.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Whatever will happen in the future  I  don't know.  When this borrowed life will end I don't know.  Its  weird  when I  thought living life is about pleasing people. Because  when I die  these  people will come on my burial and it will show how  many people  have  loved me. Its so wrong! Life isn't about pleasing  people but about   pleasing God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted by J-Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-1901225155879411566?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1901225155879411566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-love-god-is-to-obey-him.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/1901225155879411566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/1901225155879411566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-love-god-is-to-obey-him.html' title='To love God is to OBEY Him'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-3398263261341199481</id><published>2009-09-04T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T15:31:15.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight back with Dignity</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know she is pushing you to your limits. It's never wrong to fight back but remember to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;always fight back with Dignity&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/lightbulb.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not really a fan of watching teleseryes. Until one time I sat with my mom watching "Tayong Dalawa", a teleserye starring Kim Chiu. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I heard these words and it left me thinking about something that is really bothering me. Maybe watching teleseryes can be good sometimes. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/thumbs_up.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-3398263261341199481?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/3398263261341199481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2009/09/fight-back-with-dignity.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/3398263261341199481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/3398263261341199481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2009/09/fight-back-with-dignity.html' title='Fight back with Dignity'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-5539240383199708059</id><published>2009-09-01T04:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T08:54:24.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People love the girl who rises from the ashes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;font-weight: bold;"&gt; 						&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On this day of your life, Jaymie, we believe God wants you to know... 						&lt;br&gt;  						... that humans learn only by trial and error, and that includes you. 						&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 					&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; 					&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px;text-align: center;"&gt; You've got to live life, not think about it. Step into the midst of things, try and fail and learn and stand up again. The question is not whether you will or will not make mistakes - you will. The question is do you want to learn and grow, or do you want to shrink back and be stuck? Take that step you've been avoiding. You can succeed, or you can get feedback that it didn't work, but in either case you are sure to feel alive. &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-5539240383199708059?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/5539240383199708059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2009/09/people-love-girl-who-rises-from-ashes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/5539240383199708059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/5539240383199708059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2009/09/people-love-girl-who-rises-from-ashes.html' title='People love the girl who rises from the ashes.'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-3991280374254172538</id><published>2009-08-17T07:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T11:35:08.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is too short to dwell on things that only make your life miserable. -JD</title><content type='html'>   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jaymie is on a conversation with a friend. The guy is crying and pouring over a recent breakup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am only listening and realize (uyy parang hindi pa ata ako naiyakan ng lalaki ng ganto??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know what to tell him to make him feel better.. or maybe no words can make him feel better? so I just listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After almost 40minutes of listening to his agonies, (hehe) oh well atleast I have something to say to him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Life is too short to dwell on things that only make your life miserable&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahaha emo!!! madrama!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-3991280374254172538?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/3991280374254172538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-is-too-short-to-dwell-on-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/3991280374254172538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/3991280374254172538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-is-too-short-to-dwell-on-things.html' title='Life is too short to dwell on things that only make your life miserable. -JD'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-5622391076439806686</id><published>2009-08-04T06:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T10:41:40.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no, please not with work Hahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I had a funny experience one morning. It was a Thursday. I was so lazy to get up at 6:00AM. I am burnout I am always so early in the office.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I realize I can go directly to my client at Quezon City instead of going to office in Makati first. I extended my sleep. I am in the middle of a dream where my sister is going over my precious Canon DLSR without my permission. I am angry I wanted to scold her. Meanwhile, my sun phone beside me is ringing!  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Unknown number. I answered, "Hello". My voice still fresh from sleep.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A guy from the other line said "Hello Ms.Jaymie, this is Darwin." Naku, my other client!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Jaymie, I called to ask if you can email me something about the access control system you are proposing."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"No problem Sir Darwin, uh, I will email it to you. I'll call you up if I already sent it."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Okay Jaymie thanks ah"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"No problem Sir."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The killer is this!!! After a long while he said, "..ah.. Maam pasensya na ah.. Mukhang naistorbo ko yung... panaginip mo"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;MY GOSH!!! Haha how can he know? Maybe it was too obvious? Hahaha Bedroom voice ba masyado??? yikessss!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Immediately napabangon ako from bed! hahahaha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I didn't know what to say. Natawa ako ng sobraaaa! Even Sir Darwin is laughing on the other line. Eto nalang nasabi ko, "Haha Sir Darwin, Sorry, baka sabihin mo tutulog tulog ako ahhh. Hindi po, medyo puyat lang kasi. Haha"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don't know if it was the best answer. But it was all I could think of saying at that time. Buti nalang yun mabait. Not the mayabang/intimidating type of client. Haha But still, its still client. Hahaha work related!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So you know how I am. Haha Silly as me! Oh no, please not with work. Haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-5622391076439806686?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/5622391076439806686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-no-please-not-with-work-hahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/5622391076439806686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/5622391076439806686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-no-please-not-with-work-hahaha.html' title='Oh no, please not with work Hahaha'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-5109429447437244118</id><published>2009-04-05T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:32:33.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a series of Problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2" face="Courier New"&gt;                                                &lt;br&gt;                                                                           &lt;br&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;This is the new insights that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;Rick Warren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt; has, with his wife now    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;       having cancer and him having "wealth" from the book sales.  This is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;       an absolutely incredible short interview with him.                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;                                                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;       "Purpose Driven Life" author and pastor of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;Saddleback Church&lt;/span&gt; in     &lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;       California.                                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;       In the interview by Paul Bradshaw, Rick said:                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;                                                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People ask me, what is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: medium none;background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial;-moz-background-origin: -moz-initial;-moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;purpose of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;? I respond: In a         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       nutshell, life is preparation for eternity.  We were not made to    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       last forever, and God wants us to be with him in  Heaven.  One day   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       my heart is going to stop, and that will be the end of my body -    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       but not the end of me..  I may live 60 to 100 years on earth, but I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       am going to spend trillions of years in eternity.  &lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;                                                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the warm-up act.  The dress rehearsal.  God wants us to     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       practice on earth what we will do forever in eternity.  We were     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       made by God and for God, and until you figure  that out, life isn't  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       going to make sense.     &lt;/span&gt;                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;                                                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is a series of problems&lt;/span&gt;:  Either you are in one now, you're    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       just coming out of one, or you're getting ready to go into another  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       one.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The reason for this is that God is more interested in your    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;       character than your comfort; God is more interested in making your  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;        life holy than He is in making your life happy.  We can be          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;       reasonably happy here on earth, but that's not the goal of life.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;       The goal is to grow in character, in Christ likeness.     &lt;/span&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       This past year has been the greatest year of my life but also the   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       toughest, with my wife, Kay, getting cancer.  I used to think that  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       life was hills and valleys - you go through a dark time, the you go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;        to the mountain top, back and forth.  I don't believe that anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       Rather than life being hills and valleys, I believe that it's kind  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       of like two rails on a railroad track, and at all times you have    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       something good and something bad in your life..  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No matter how good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;       things are in your life, there is always something bad that needs   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;       to be worked on.&lt;/span&gt;  And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no matter how bad things are in your life,    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;       there is always something good you can thank God for.&lt;/span&gt;   You can      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       focus on your purposes, or you can focus on your problems; If you   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       focus on your problems, you're going into self-centeredness, which  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       is my problem, my issues, my pain.'  But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one of the easiest ways to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;       get rid of pain is to get your focus off yourself and onto God and  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;       others.                                                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       We discovered quickly that in spite of the prayers of hundreds of   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       thousands of people, God was not going to heal Kay or make it easy  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       for her.  It has been very difficult for her, and yet God has       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       strengthened her character, given her a ministry of helping other   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       people, given her a testimony, drawn her closer to Him and to       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       people.  You have to learn to deal with both the good and bad of    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       life.                                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       Actually, sometimes learning to deal with the good is harder.  For  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       instance, this past year, all of a sudden, when the book sold 15    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       million copies, it made me instantly very wealthy...                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       It also brought a lot of notoriety that I had never had to deal      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       with before.  I don't think God gives you money or notoriety for    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       your own ego or for you to live a life of ease.  So I began to ask  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       God what He wanted me to do with this money, notoriety and          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       influence.  He gave me two different passages that helped me decide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       what to do, II Corinthians o and Psalms 72.                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       First, in spite of all the money coming in, we would not  change our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       lifestyle one bit.  We made no major purchases.  Second, about      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       midway through last year, I stopped taking a salary from the        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       church.  Third, we set up foundations to fund an initiative we call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       The Peace Plan, to plant churches, equip leaders, assist the poor,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       care for the sick, and educate the next generation.  Fourth, I      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       added up all that the church had paid me in the 24 years since I    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       started the church, and I gave it all back.  It was liberating to   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       be able to serve God for free.                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       We need to ask ourselves:  Am I going to live for possessions?      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       Popularity?  Am I going to be driven by pressures?  Guilt?          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       Bitterness?  Materialism?  Or am I going to be driven by God's      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       purposes (for my life)?                                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       When I get up in the morning, I sit on the side of my bed and say,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       God, if I don't get anything else done today, I want to know You    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       more and love You better.  God didn't put me on earth just to       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;       fulfill a to-do list. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; He's more interested in what I am than what  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;       I do. &lt;/span&gt; That's why we're called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: medium none;background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial;-moz-background-origin: -moz-initial;-moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;font-family: arial,helvetica;font-style: italic;"&gt;human beings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, not human doings.    &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;       Happy moments:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Praise God&lt;/span&gt;                                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;                                                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;       Difficult moments: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seek God    &lt;/span&gt;                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;       Quiet moments:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family: arial,helvetica;font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worship God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                          &lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;       Painful moments:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trust God                                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                      &lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;       Every moment:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank God   &lt;/span&gt;                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;                                                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-5109429447437244118?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/5109429447437244118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-is-series-of-problems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/5109429447437244118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/5109429447437244118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-is-series-of-problems.html' title='Life is a series of Problems'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-6266019290583752661</id><published>2009-04-01T07:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T11:58:35.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex and Emma 2003</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just finished watching the movie Alex and Emma. This movie was shown 2003 but this was the only time I got to watch the movie. Not really a wonderful movie but I think its nice. Haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's simple. The story is a little predictable but the way it turns out was the thing that got me to it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just downloaded it as a torrent file. I'm so into watching Kate Hudson's films these days. Most especially now that I'm not so busy YET. Haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Quotes from the movie:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;a name="qt0350903"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/name/nm0005028/"&gt;Emma Dinsmore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: What's your book about?  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/name/nm0005561/"&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: It's the story of a man who's frightened of commitment yet so desperately in love with a woman he's afraid it might kill him. It's a comedy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-----&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/name/nm0005028/"&gt;Emma Dinsmore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I can't figure out what's worse, having to know every single detail of your desperate love for some other woman, or having to know that you obviously didn't even come close to feeling the same way about me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;----&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 388px;height: 291px;" class="alignright" src="http://images.allmoviephoto.com/2003_Alex_and_Emma/2003_alex_and_emma_wallpaper_002.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;a name="qt0350898"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/name/nm0005028/"&gt;Emma Dinsmore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: What is it with guys like Adam? Do they really like being driven crazy by women like Paulina? They're like lemmings running into the sea. They can't wait to be drowning in their own misery. If they're not in agony, then it can't be love! Why do men want women like that? &lt;br&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/name/nm0005561/"&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Maybe you're not picturing Paulina the way I'm picturing her.  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/name/nm0005028/"&gt;Emma Dinsmore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Gorgeous? Exciting? Incredibly sexy?  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/name/nm0005561/"&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Maybe you are.  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/name/nm0005028/"&gt;Emma Dinsmore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah, that's great for a weekend but what do you think will happen in the long run?  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/name/nm0005561/"&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: What do you mean, like the next weekend?  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/name/nm0005028/"&gt;Emma Dinsmore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: No. Like when it's time for the first laundry. I know, I know. In great romantic novels there is not laundry or there's people like Ylva or Elsa to do it. Maybe that's why I like them. They can wash their own clothes. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;----&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/name/nm0005561/"&gt;Alex Sheldon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm just a writer, Emma. I don't know what to do to show you how much I love you. I only have words. That's all I have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-6266019290583752661?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/6266019290583752661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2009/04/alex-and-emma-2003.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/6266019290583752661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/6266019290583752661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2009/04/alex-and-emma-2003.html' title='Alex and Emma 2003'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-6149908506109876142</id><published>2009-03-20T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T13:22:53.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AND IT WAS NEVER SENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(223, 236, 230);font-family: Helvetica;line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(223, 236, 230);font-family: Helvetica;line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(223, 236, 230);font-family: Helvetica;line-height: 19px;"&gt;"&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0px;margin-left: 0px;padding-top: 0px;padding-right: 0px;padding-bottom: 0px;padding-left: 0px;border-top-width: 0px;border-right-width: 0px;border-bottom-width: 0px;border-left-width: 0px;border-style: initial;border-color: initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color: initial;font-size: 100%;vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Friendship" isn't about who you have known the longest.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(223, 236, 230);font-family: Helvetica;line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But about who came and NEVER left your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-6149908506109876142?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/6149908506109876142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-it-was-never-sent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/6149908506109876142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/6149908506109876142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-it-was-never-sent.html' title='AND IT WAS NEVER SENT'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-8031099873969837931</id><published>2009-03-16T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:26:29.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Will to Win</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(223, 236, 230);font-family: Helvetica;line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0px;margin-left: 0px;padding-top: 0px;padding-right: 0px;padding-bottom: 0px;padding-left: 0px;border-top-width: 0px;border-right-width: 0px;border-bottom-width: 0px;border-left-width: 0px;border-style: initial;border-color: initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color: initial;font-size: 100%;vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Whenever you go out of doors, draw the chin in, carry the crown of the head high &lt;br&gt;and fill the lungs to the utmost; &lt;br&gt;drink in the sunshine; &lt;br&gt;greet your friends with a smile &lt;br&gt;and put soul into every handclasp.&lt;br&gt;Do not fear being misunderstood and do not waste a minute thinking about your enemies. &lt;br&gt;Try to fix firmly in your mind what you would like to do, and then, &lt;br&gt;without veering of direction, you will move straight to the goal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Keep your mind on the great and splendid tings you would like to do, and then, &lt;br&gt;as the days go gliding by, you will find yourself unconsciously seizing upon the opportunities &lt;br&gt;that are required for the fulfillment of your desire, &lt;br&gt;just as the coral insect takes from the running tide the elements it needs. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Picture in your mind the able, earnest, useful person you desire to be, &lt;br&gt;and the thought you hold is hourly transforming you into that particular individual… &lt;br&gt;Thought is supreme. &lt;br&gt;Preserve a right mental attitude – the attitude of courage, frankness and good cheer. &lt;br&gt;To think rightly is to create. &lt;br&gt;All things come through desire and every sincere prayer is answered. &lt;br&gt;We become like that on which our hearts are fixed. &lt;br&gt;Carry your chin in and the crown of your head high. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We are gods in the chrysalis."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0px;margin-left: 0px;padding-top: 0px;padding-right: 0px;padding-bottom: 0px;padding-left: 0px;border-top-width: 0px;border-right-width: 0px;border-bottom-width: 0px;border-left-width: 0px;border-style: initial;border-color: initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color: initial;font-size: 100%;vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;–&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0px;margin-left: 0px;padding-top: 0px;padding-right: 0px;padding-bottom: 0px;padding-left: 0px;border-top-width: 0px;border-right-width: 0px;border-bottom-width: 0px;border-left-width: 0px;border-style: initial;border-color: initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color: initial;font-size: 100%;vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Elbert Hubbard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Quoted from a book I'm currently reading by Dale Carnegie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0px;margin-left: 0px;padding-top: 0px;padding-right: 0px;padding-bottom: 0px;padding-left: 0px;border-top-width: 0px;border-right-width: 0px;border-bottom-width: 0px;border-left-width: 0px;border-style: initial;border-color: initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color: initial;font-size: 100%;vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0px;margin-left: 0px;padding-top: 0px;padding-right: 0px;padding-bottom: 0px;padding-left: 0px;border-top-width: 0px;border-right-width: 0px;border-bottom-width: 0px;border-left-width: 0px;border-style: initial;border-color: initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color: initial;font-size: 100%;vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-8031099873969837931?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8031099873969837931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2009/03/will-to-win.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/8031099873969837931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/8031099873969837931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2009/03/will-to-win.html' title='The Will to Win'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-1823146202331779841</id><published>2009-03-15T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:39:45.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaleidoscope World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;song written/sung by &lt;strong&gt;Francis Magalona&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kaleidoscope&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;a complex pattern of constantly changing colors and shapes  &lt;/em&gt;(Google definition)&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So many faces, so many races&lt;br&gt;  Different voices, different choices&lt;br&gt;          Some are mad, while others laugh&lt;br&gt;          Some live alone with no better half&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Others grieve while others curse&lt;br&gt;          And others mourn behind a big black hearse&lt;br&gt;          Some are pure and some half-bred&lt;br&gt;          &lt;img src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f21/bandscapes/bands/42749b05.jpg" _fcksavedurl="" style="width: 264px;height: 306px;" alt="" align="left" border="1"&gt;Some are sober and some are wasted&lt;br&gt;          Some are rich because of fate and&lt;br&gt;          Some are poor with no food on their plate&lt;br&gt;          Some stand out while others blend&lt;br&gt;          Some are fat and stout while some are thin&lt;br&gt;          Some are friends and some are foes&lt;br&gt;          Some have some while some have most&lt;br&gt;          &lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every color and every hue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;            Is represented by me and you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;          Take a slide in the slope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;            Take a look in the kaleidoscope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;          Spinnin' round, make it twirl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;           In this kaleidoscope world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;          &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;Some are great and some are few&lt;br&gt;          Others lie while some tell the truth&lt;br&gt;          Some say poems and some do sing&lt;br&gt;          Others sing through their guitar strings&lt;br&gt;          Some know it all while some act dumb&lt;br&gt;          Let the bassline strum to the bang of the drum&lt;br&gt;          Some can swim while some will sink&lt;br&gt;          And some will find their minds and think&lt;br&gt;          Others walk while others run&lt;br&gt;          &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't talk peace and have a gun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;          Some are hurt and start to cry&lt;br&gt;          Don't ask me how don't ask me why&lt;br&gt;          Some are friends and some are foes&lt;br&gt;          Some have some while some have most   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-1823146202331779841?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1823146202331779841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2009/03/kaleidoscope-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/1823146202331779841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/1823146202331779841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2009/03/kaleidoscope-world.html' title='Kaleidoscope World'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f21/bandscapes/bands/th_42749b05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-6248574444462785843</id><published>2009-03-11T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T01:05:53.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Waste the Pretty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(223, 236, 230);font-family: Helvetica;line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family: Arial;font-size: 12px;line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am done reading the &lt;strike&gt;MEAN&lt;/strike&gt; book - He's Just Not That Into You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(223, 236, 230);font-family: Helvetica;line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family: Arial;font-size: 12px;line-height: normal;"&gt;I downloaded a PDF version of it online because I can't afford to buy the book (haha I'm so POOR)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(223, 236, 230);font-family: Helvetica;line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family: Arial;font-size: 12px;line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I formulated &lt;strong&gt;STANDARDS&lt;/strong&gt; for myself in dating:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(By the way, the first 9 came from the workbook at the last chapter - I just made some adjustments to some. &lt;img width="325" height="501" vspace="5" hspace="5" border="1" align="right" alt="" src="http://i713.photobucket.com/albums/ww136/jaymieann/Untitled.jpg" _fcksavedurl=""&gt;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not go out with a man who hasn’t asked me out first.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not go out with a man who keeps me waiting by my phone to text me or call me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not date a man who isn’t sure he wants to date me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not date a man who makes me feel undesirable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not date a man who drinks or does drugs to an extent that makes me uncomfortable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not be with a man who’s afraid to talk about our future.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not, under any circumstances, spend my precious time with a man who has already rejected me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not date a man who is married or attached or in a relationship with someone else.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not be with a man who is NOT clearly a good, kind, respectful and loving person.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not be with a man who doesn't agree on my three pillars of relationship: &lt;strong&gt;Loyalty&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Honesty&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Respect&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TIME spent with the wrong guy is time &lt;u&gt;only WASTED&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will believe in LOVE the VERB, not the noun&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will truly accept that profound love is uplifting, joyous, inspiring, and intoxicating, and that &lt;u&gt;I will never settle for anything less&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shitty relationships make me feel shitty, and&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that’s not what I was put on this earth for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am worthy of having great relationships and an even better life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe that life is a speedy and awesome gift, so I won't waste the pretty.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-6248574444462785843?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/6248574444462785843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2009/03/don-waste-pretty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/6248574444462785843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/6248574444462785843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2009/03/don-waste-pretty.html' title='Don&amp;#39;t Waste the Pretty'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-1615695640247608828</id><published>2009-02-19T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:19:10.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm falling for a youtube guy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHA &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey Hey Hey&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Look WHO is I'm up to!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.youtube.com/gabebondoc"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gabe Bondoc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none;margin: 0pt ! important;padding: 1px 0pt 0pt;max-height: 2000px;max-width: 2000px;min-width: 0px;min-height: 0px;font-style: normal;font-weight: normal;font-family: "trebuchet ms",arial,helvetica,sans-serif;float: none;position: static;left: auto;top: auto;line-height: normal;background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.68/theme/silver/palette.gif);background-color: transparent;visibility: visible;width: 14px;height: 12px;background-position: -1128px 0pt;background-repeat: no-repeat;text-decoration: none;vertical-align: top;display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.68/t.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You should hear him sing while playing the guitars!&lt;br&gt;He's an incredible Musician!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He's a &lt;strong&gt;FILIPINO&lt;/strong&gt; guy from California, United States&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="width: 533px;height: 793px;" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/44/l_2a3a8e87e334457c99704a55be3706e9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=62vEOOKQ5pU"&gt;Watch him sing FOREVER by Chris Brown!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;P.S &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hawig nya si CHUCK BASS from Gossip GIRL!!!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i713.photobucket.com/albums/ww136/jaymieann/gabe6.jpg?t=1235030076" alt=""&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-1615695640247608828?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1615695640247608828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-falling-for-youtube-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/1615695640247608828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/1615695640247608828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-falling-for-youtube-guy.html' title='I&amp;#39;m falling for a youtube guy!'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-3456271122208375089</id><published>2009-02-16T12:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:03:35.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God is bigger than ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(176, 176, 176); line-height: 18px;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3528/3283645647_9bb56f42ba_m.jpg" align="left" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There are other things more important about LIFE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Other than my lovelife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Other than my disappointments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Other than my hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Other than my wants and needs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Other than my desires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em; padding: 0px; text-align: right; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em; padding: 0px; text-align: right; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;LIFE is all about relationships with people.&lt;br /&gt;All about the good things.&lt;br /&gt;All about being Self-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Life is all about HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em; padding: 0px; text-align: center; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my uncle died last tuesday, I thought about the things that matter in this world. When we're so busy thinking about what things to buy for ourselves. What makes us beautiful. What will satisfy our desires. What would make us HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;None of these things matter. Because we can't bring them with us when we die. Even a sexy body, beautiful skin or face won't matter.&lt;br /&gt;Invest for a nose lift? Eventually your nose will be buried 6-feet below the ground. (freaky huh? but TRUE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of the true purpose of LIFE. That what I have is just TEMPORARY.&lt;br /&gt;My life should NOT be about me because I don't own my life.&lt;br /&gt;I don't own anything. Eventually all the things I own will all be left here and my body will be buried on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;My life is only borrowed from God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Good deeds done on earth are the only things I can bring to heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think this is what really matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-3456271122208375089?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/3456271122208375089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-is-bigger-than-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/3456271122208375089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/3456271122208375089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-is-bigger-than-me.html' title='God is bigger than ME'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3528/3283645647_9bb56f42ba_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-6087651060603593824</id><published>2009-01-09T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:36:07.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quitting does not mean Surrender</title><content type='html'>I quit my job two days ago.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why? because of so many reasons.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I feel bad thinking how I ended up so POOR ( I mean LITERALLY haha) when I know I had a job. I used to call myself  &lt;em&gt;mas mahirap pa sa daga &lt;/em&gt;when I really mean it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A job is supposed to give you money, an income to earn a living. But did I have those? Not at all. When I think about the things that I want to buy for myself, I can't buy them. Frustrating. Because when I realize, what I had was not a job but a business. It has its up and down sides.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was a full-time Sales Consultant of real estate business two days ago. Now I'd have to do it part time. Because doing it full-time is not doing any business for me anymore. I had sleepless nights before I came up to the decision. Even after I decided nahirapan pa rin ako makatulog. Hindi din ganun kadali because my teamates were like my friends. My boss was like a father/friend to me. People from the office are all nice to me. I am enjoying the job. Ang daming learnings.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But then, I had to think of myself. I was working but not compensated since October. Where do I get my money for my expenses? I don't know. Torture din ako from my parents because even if I have a lot of sales they will not understand and respect my job. Plus its exhausting. Delay na masyado. The thing is, pending pa yung commission ko. Supposed to be January yun but the last time I heard February na daw. The moment nalaman ko yun sumakit ulo ko because I've been using my own money in working. How can I survive for the coming days when I only have coins in my purse? I know I can't ask money from my parents because they won't allow me ofcourse. One thing though, my mom told me the night before I decided to quit, "&lt;em&gt;Sige bigyan kita ng pera pero umalis ka na dyan. Mag apply ka na sa iba&lt;/em&gt;". San ka pa? Do I have a choice? Haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was okay. My parents were not the reason I came up with my decision. They only helped me think about it. My uncle helped too. I realize how much my parents invested for my education only to end up like this. I want things on my own. I wanted to be independent. I wanted to explore the world. Everything happened though. It was hard trying to live for my own. What more if I have to live my own family? I hardly satisfy my needs. So this is the real world huh?!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I learned that its not everything about aiming for something to do something. Material things won't matter. &lt;strong&gt;What is important is character because money is not everything in this world&lt;/strong&gt;. Even if I earn a lot of money, buy my own car, get the things I want &lt;strong&gt;if its not me it doesn't matter&lt;/strong&gt;. My boss used to tell me to AIM HIGH - think of BIG goals. Great, tama naman yun. The last time I showed him my goals there wasn't to buy a car, own house, anything grand - not like my teamates. Funny, my goals were to fix my hair, go to the dentist, new shoes and bag. What can I do?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He told me I have to think of BIG goals to have a lot of SALES. Well, its because &lt;strong&gt;I have different dreams that brought me a BIG Sale&lt;/strong&gt; I just haven't receive it yet. It is yet to come.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-6087651060603593824?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/6087651060603593824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2009/01/quitting-does-not-mean-surrender.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/6087651060603593824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/6087651060603593824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2009/01/quitting-does-not-mean-surrender.html' title='Quitting does not mean Surrender'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-1011969576105700139</id><published>2008-12-23T08:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:18:49.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My wishlist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3087/3126867855_3e699677e9_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-1011969576105700139?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1011969576105700139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-wishlist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/1011969576105700139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/1011969576105700139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-wishlist.html' title='My wishlist?'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-9051385841753921745</id><published>2008-12-22T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:54:15.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love is Hard by James Morrison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I see lovers in the streets walking without a care&lt;br&gt;They wear it out loud like there's something in the air&lt;br&gt;Well I don't care&lt;br&gt;They're treading lightly&lt;br&gt;There's no tracks to follow&lt;br&gt;They don't care where they're going&lt;br&gt;And if they're lucky they'll get to see&lt;br&gt;And if they're really, really lucky they'll get to feel&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And it kicks so hard it breaks your bones&lt;br&gt;Cuts so deep, hits your soul&lt;br&gt;Tears your skin and makes your blood flow&lt;br&gt;It's better that you know&lt;br&gt;That love is hard.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love takes hostages and gives them pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gives someone the power to hurt you again and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;But they don't care&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And if they're lucky they'll get to see&lt;br&gt;And if they're really, really lucky they'll get to feel&lt;br&gt;And if they're truly blessed then they'll get to believe&lt;br&gt;And if you're damned you'll never let yourself be deceived&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And it kicks so hard it breaks your bones&lt;br&gt;Cuts so deep, hits your soul&lt;br&gt;Tears your skin and makes your blood flow&lt;br&gt;It's better that we know&lt;br&gt;That love is hard.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It kicks so hard it breaks your bones&lt;br&gt;Cuts so deep, hits your soul&lt;br&gt;Tears your skin and makes your blood flow&lt;br&gt;It's better that we know&lt;br&gt;It kicks so hard it breaks your bones&lt;br&gt;Cuts so deep, hits your soul&lt;br&gt;Tears your skin and makes your blood flow&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's better that we know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That love is hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If it was easy it wouldn't mean nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-9051385841753921745?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/9051385841753921745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-is-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/9051385841753921745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/9051385841753921745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-is-hard.html' title='Love is Hard'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-2775234595027918541</id><published>2008-12-15T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:26:22.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaymie is a Scorpion</title><content type='html'>      &lt;div class="commonbox"&gt; &lt;h2&gt;Scorpio (Oct 23 - Nov 21)&lt;span class="help"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div class="flo200"&gt; &lt;div class="ic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.friendster.com/images/horoscopes/scorpio_lg.gif" alt="Scorpio" title="Scorpio" border="0" width="83" height="83"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="dc"&gt; &lt;h3&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your career crises are behind you -- today you can put your job on the back burner.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;In Detail&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;Your career crises are behind you -- at least for a while. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So today is a great time to remove your job from center stage in your life.&lt;/span&gt; If you really want to feel a sense of accomplishment right now, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you need to focus on building a better friendship with someone you care about&lt;/span&gt;! Someone has missed spending time with you, but they have been hesitant to talk to you about it since you've been so busy. Get in touch with them today and let them know they are important to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;text-align: center;"&gt;I am currently checking ng friendster account. Wala lang, curious lang ako to see my Horoscope for today. And Hey, look what I got!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;text-align: center;"&gt;I was like : "Uy, Ok to ah! hahaha"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;text-align: center;"&gt;Can relate akoooo sobraaa!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;Sakto nanaman ni Horoscope buhay ko. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;Hay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;Hay...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;Hay....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;I miss my old life !!! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wilted_rose.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-2775234595027918541?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/2775234595027918541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/12/jaymie-is-scorpion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/2775234595027918541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/2775234595027918541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/12/jaymie-is-scorpion.html' title='Jaymie is a Scorpion'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-6794073403160653023</id><published>2008-12-09T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:05:11.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want these!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've been longinggg for these things!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm hoping I could get these for myself this Christmas.&lt;br&gt;Oh God! Please Let Me. Haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACER Aspire One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3051/3095597078_d1b2aa283c.jpg?v=0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3111/3095597110_189b1b5fee.jpg?v=0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like it White.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CANON Powershot XS 110 IS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3191/3095597552_3efab3af89.jpg?v=0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3195/3095597268_6e52d85700.jpg?v=0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I prefer the Silver one =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-6794073403160653023?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/6794073403160653023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-want-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/6794073403160653023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/6794073403160653023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-want-these.html' title='I want these!'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-4836827606658365648</id><published>2008-11-04T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:08:57.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I witnessed a Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After 4 months of hardwork, finally my first sale arrived!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was on October 30, 2008 - Thursday at exactly 5:40pm in Avida Towers San Lorenzo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It happened just when I thought I wanted to give up. I was so ready to quit my job from the second week of October. I submitted my resumes to different companies. I applied online. I even asked some of my friends if they have a job opening to accomodate my application. A lot of job offers came to me - real great opportunities.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But I thought I'll be staying with Avida until October. Even when I can't find any reason for me to stay anymore - my allowance was on hold (because I don't have any sale yet for more than 3months). I kept it a secret from my parents. I had to use my kept money to sustain my needs everyday. I still go to work even without pay - literally. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;People would tell me "&lt;em&gt;Hindi ka naman mahirap para magtrabaho ka ng ganyan&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Even my dad  told me "&lt;em&gt;Ikaw na ba bubuhay sa aming lahat?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My mom, "&lt;em&gt;Daig mo pa daddy mo kung magtrabaho ah. Minsan weekends nagtatrabaho ka pa din. Maghanap ka na ng ibang trabaho&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You could see me crying inside the FX when I cannot control my feelings anymore. Feelings of rejections and hurts coming from clients and different people.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Its because this job is not like any job at all. I realize being a SALESPERSON, I have to be strong and be able to conquer all of my fears.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I did this because I have to prove myself to my parents and to the world that I can make it. And yeah, just as they say &lt;em&gt;"the first sale is the hardest. You gotta break the ICE!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And yeah, I DID. I fought until the end. Supposedly, October 30 is going to be my last day. But no, a miracle happened. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just closed a sale. It was a 1-bedroom unit at AVIDA Towers San Lorenzo worth 3.4M!  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-4836827606658365648?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/4836827606658365648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-witnessed-miracle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/4836827606658365648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/4836827606658365648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-witnessed-miracle.html' title='I witnessed a Miracle'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-4663005381724906872</id><published>2008-07-28T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:51:49.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brown Raise Movement</title><content type='html'>It was a Sunday. 1:00pm. July 27, 2008&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was in Greenbelt 1 together with Sir Andrew and the rest of the team. &lt;br&gt;We are going to attend &lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.thebrownraise.org/"&gt;The Brown Raise&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none;margin: 0pt ! important;padding: 1px 0pt 0pt;max-height: 2000px;max-width: 2000px;min-width: 0px;min-height: 0px;font-style: normal;font-weight: normal;font-family: "trebuchet ms",arial,helvetica,sans-serif;float: none;position: static;left: auto;top: auto;line-height: normal;background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.40/theme/silver/palette.gif);background-color: transparent;visibility: visible;width: 14px;height: 12px;background-position: -1128px 0pt;background-repeat: no-repeat;text-decoration: none;vertical-align: top;display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.40/t.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seminar at the Onstage Greenbelt.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Whattaday! Whattaseminar!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I learned so much. One blog entry could not be enough to describe what I learned by attending the seminar.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One thing though, I discovered a lot on our importance of being a Filipino.&lt;br&gt;I discovered a lot on being a significant citizen of this country.&lt;br&gt;I discovered that it should start with oneself to build a nation that is united.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I also came to know this man. His name is &lt;b&gt;Nick Vujicic.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Heard of him before?&lt;br&gt;Well, he is a man from Australia with no arms and no legs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://ngbc.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/nick-v.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Guess what? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Listen to what this man has to say. You'll be amazed. And I tell you, you'll be inspired. &lt;br&gt;Because I was inspired by just listening to him in less than 20 minutes. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am so glad Sir Andrew made us attend a seminar like the Brown Raise. I gained a nation to build and start for myself.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-4663005381724906872?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/4663005381724906872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/07/brown-raise-movement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/4663005381724906872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/4663005381724906872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/07/brown-raise-movement.html' title='The Brown Raise Movement'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-7974010041751531336</id><published>2008-07-12T06:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T10:04:01.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AVIDA Towers Makati West</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.jaymieann.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SHgAKgoKCEoAADztUY41/original.gif?et=I0S21tbEA6Wzex%2C5%2C8brlg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jaymieann.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SHf-sAoKCEoAADkZROk1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial Black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEFORE INVESTING YOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial Black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HARD EARNED MONEY ON ANY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family: arial,helvetica;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REAL ESTAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E, ASK YOURSELF…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family: arial,helvetica;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does the developer have a proven trac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;k record?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family: arial,helvetica;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do they follow strict standards to assure quality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &amp; on time delivery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family: arial,helvetica;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do they have excellent prop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;erty management?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family: arial,helvetica;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will this property give me and my family value over time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family: arial,helvetica;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will I be proud of this investm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial Black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONLY ONE COMPANY CAN ANSWER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial Black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES! AND MORE TO THESE QUESTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);font-family: Arial Black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;AYALA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);font-family: Arial Black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt; LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);font-family: Arial Black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;ND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;font-size: 100%;color: navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;JAYMIE ANN A. DAVID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Sales Consultant&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family: Arial;color: red;"&gt;AVIDA LAND CORP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(51, 153, 102);font-family: Arial;"&gt;An Ayala Land Company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mobile Nos.: (+63) 915-8538460&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family: Arial;"&gt;Email: &lt;a href="mailto:ayala_projects@yahoo.com" target="_blank"&gt;jaymiedavid@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jaymieann.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SHgDJgoKCEoAAH776Y81"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://jaymieann.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SHgDJgoKCEoAAH776Y81"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(51, 153, 102);font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(51, 153, 102);font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://jaymieann.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SHf-sAoKCEoAADkZROk1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jaymieann.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SHf9jgoKCEoAAA4jnPc1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-7974010041751531336?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7974010041751531336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/07/avida-towers-makati-west.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/7974010041751531336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/7974010041751531336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/07/avida-towers-makati-west.html' title='AVIDA Towers Makati West'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-2941094391780284009</id><published>2008-07-07T18:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T23:11:29.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AVIDA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After the long wait.. Finally, I am hired! YEY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/thumbs_up.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have been working for the past 7 days of July (to be exact). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am now a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sales Consultant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.avidaland.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Land, an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;AyalaLand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My everyday has been a learning experience since day one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The work is challenging but at the same time I am having fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Because everyday I discover something amazing about myself and how to deal with LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I can say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My boss is the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; My teammates are cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Working is having FUN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Avida Land Corp. is preselling its condo units of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avidaland.com/properties.php?id=1564&amp;amp;Avida_Towers_Makati_West"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avida Towers Makati West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Contact me if you know anyone interested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-2941094391780284009?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/2941094391780284009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/07/avida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/2941094391780284009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/2941094391780284009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/07/avida.html' title='AVIDA!!!'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-5049831911219826338</id><published>2008-06-25T10:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:44:41.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:42;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FOR RENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:24;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Address2"  style="text-align: center; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;FURNISHED Condo Unit (with amenities)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Address2"  style="text-align: center; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;STUDIO TYPE 33 sqm&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Address2"  style="text-align: center; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at 3D Cluster-B &lt;b style=""&gt;Golfhills Terraces&lt;/b&gt; at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Capitol Hills, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Address2"  style="text-align: center; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Old Balara, &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Manotoc   Drive&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;, Q.C&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;near UP Diliman, Ateneo and Miriam&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P15,000 a month inclusive of association fee&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;very safe with roving guard and front guard&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 month deposit, 1 month advance&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Contact Numbers:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;655-9539&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;0915-8538460&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:22;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-5049831911219826338?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/5049831911219826338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-rent-furnished-condo-unit-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/5049831911219826338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/5049831911219826338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-rent-furnished-condo-unit-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-7858530609600614953</id><published>2008-06-20T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T14:29:39.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will RECOVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;&lt;br /&gt;font-family: Calibri;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;I’ve been thinking a lot lately – about myself, things happening to me and my life. Graduation day happened. It’s been almost three months since my school life ended. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;&lt;br /&gt;font-family: Calibri;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;Everything happened so smoothly. I am glad I was able to accomplish everything about academics, organizations even the Strama. These things are all over.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;&lt;br /&gt;font-family: Calibri;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;Now what I’m worried about is myself. Back on March 29, Graduation day, I can still remember how I cried. At that time I don’t know what those tears meant. I know it’s not only about school but now I’m starting to realize the real reason why I did.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;&lt;br /&gt;font-family: Calibri;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;It’s because I did not pay attention to how I really felt few months before graduation. I tried to avoid my real feelings and made myself busy with school thinking it’s going to be my last year. People came to ask me “How are you? Are you okay?”. To each person who asked me this question “How can I not be okay? Of course, I am okay” was my answer. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;&lt;br /&gt;font-family: Calibri;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;The truth is I know I am falling apart.&lt;/span&gt; I told myself I can not waste time and give in to my emotions and my brokenness. So I spent the days like I always do. I made myself busy trying to catch up with my friends and spending most of my time with them. Days became weeks and turned to months. I thought I could forget about my feelings doing these things. Finding a way out, I resorted to things that I normally don’t. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;&lt;br /&gt;font-family: Calibri;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;I remember a friend who shouted, “Si J-ann oh, kala mo masaya…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;&lt;br /&gt;font-family: Calibri;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;People can see me smile and laugh hard like I always do. I look perfectly fine (except for the loss of weight). I seem to be the same happy girl. But it’s not like what it really looks like.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;&lt;br /&gt;font-family: Calibri;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;I know something is wrong about me. I have been thinking about it. It makes me crazy because I really don’t know until I found a friend and had the chance to let everything out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;&lt;br /&gt;font-family: Calibri;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;It turned out I have NOT been the person I used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;&lt;br /&gt;font-family: Calibri;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;I became a fan of violence. Funny how I thought my anger would disappear by playing Counter-Strike. (Ask me to play and I’ll show you how it’s done!) I changed in the way I express my ugly feelings into saying bad words. Even my advices I give to people are ugly. I easily get irritated by being teased that would lead me into different conflicts with few of my friends. Call me bitter and I’ll be mad.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;&lt;br /&gt;font-family: Calibri;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;Keeping in touch to some of my friends would seem like an exerted effort to me. I only do things that are necessary – things that I must or have to do. I only think about what I want and would like to happen. I don’t care much about other people like I normally do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;&lt;br /&gt;font-family: Calibri;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;I spend days watching Korean/Taiwanese dramas and series to make me feel better. I tried to fill myself applying for jobs and a lot of job interviews. Well I thought starting on a job soon would make my feelings disappear. Sometimes, I seemed busy. I have fun and I laugh hard as always. But there were nights when I had tears on my pillow – trying to find the answers to all of my questions. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;&lt;br /&gt;font-family: Calibri;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;Now, I have my hair short. Trying to find what’s wrong about me, I went to the salon and had a haircut. I thought it’s just because of my long hair.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;&lt;br /&gt;font-family: Calibri;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I found all these things happening to me. I lost the person I used to be. Now, I have to start over.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;&lt;br /&gt;font-family: Calibri;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br&gt;I’ve been reading Our Daily Bread and the Bible every morning. It turned out I’ve been doing it for almost a month now. I make it a point to start the day with a prayer and a reflection on God’s word.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;&lt;br /&gt;font-family: Calibri;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;Life is a school of hard knocks. Hard knocks are difficult experiences in life that have instructed us. Although it’s part of human nature to avoid pain, the believer can learn from painful circumstances.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;&lt;br /&gt;font-style: italic;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;&lt;br /&gt;font-family: Calibri;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;“It’s is good for me that I have been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;afflicted&lt;/span&gt;, that I may learn Your statutes.” Psalm 119:71&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;&lt;br /&gt;font-family: Calibri;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;&lt;br /&gt;font-family: Calibri;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;I discovered that I have been afflicted.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;&lt;br /&gt;font-family: Calibri;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;And yes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;I WILL RECOVER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-7858530609600614953?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7858530609600614953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-will-recover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/7858530609600614953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/7858530609600614953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-will-recover.html' title='I will RECOVER'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-6120535062894927865</id><published>2008-06-12T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T14:01:12.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wu Chun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;While job interviews are up and coming...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; While I'm still enjoying my vacation and waiting for the right job...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;OH my G!!! Tell me......... &lt;br&gt;How can I not fall for this guy?&lt;a href="http://jaymieann.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFC44goKCEoAABruEjw1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jaymieann.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFC44goKCEoAABruEjw1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.jaymieann.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFC44goKCEoAABruEjw1/35105826428l.jpg?et=g4tkU3REEpA9sIKqudEzrA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;  WU CHUN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've been busy watching Taiwan dramas/series at home with my sisters. I've watched Hana Kimi and currently Romantic Princess. Everything WU CHUN! hahaha &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm going crazy over him. An addition to my crush list !!!&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/thumbs_up.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I even search for everything about him in the internet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Look what I found, TADA!&lt;br&gt;just &lt;a href="http://www.wretch.cc/blog/wuchun10cool"&gt;his official blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I'm starting to read his blog today and I read this:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;" ’NEVER LOSE HOPE’ if you believe in something or you want to achieve something, Never give up because there is always a chance as long as your heart doesn't stop pounding! "&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This got me thinking. And yeah, I think he's right!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm starting to know a lot about him. I think he's really a nice guy &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-6120535062894927865?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/6120535062894927865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/06/wu-chun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/6120535062894927865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/6120535062894927865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/06/wu-chun.html' title='Wu Chun'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-4835329808916954634</id><published>2008-06-02T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T12:37:31.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better in time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; "&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Better in time&lt;/span&gt; by Leona Lewis&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; "&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; It’s been the longest winter without you&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; I didn’t know where to turn to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; See somehow I can’t forget you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; After all that we’ve been through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; "&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Going coming thought I heard a knock&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; Who’s there no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; Thinking that I deserve it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; Now I realise that I really didn’t know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; If you didn’t notice you mean everything&lt;br&gt; Quickly I’m learning to love again&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; All I  know is I’m gon’ be ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; "&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; "&gt; Thought I couldn’t live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; "&gt; It’s gonna hurt when it heals too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; "&gt; It’ll all get better in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; "&gt; And even though I really love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; "&gt; I’m gonna smile cause I deserve to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; "&gt; It’ll all get better in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; "&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I couldn’t turn on the TV&lt;br&gt; Without something there to remind me&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; Was it all that easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; To just put aside your feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; "&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;If I’m dreaming don’t wanna laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; Hurt my feelings but that’s the path&lt;br&gt; I believe in&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; And I know that time will heal it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; If you didn’t notice boy you meant everything&lt;br&gt; Quickly I’m learning to love again&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; All I know is I’m gon’ be ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Since there’s no more you and me&lt;br&gt; It’s time I let you go&lt;br&gt; So I can be free&lt;br&gt; And live my life how it should be&lt;br&gt; No matter how hard it is I’ll be fine without you&lt;br&gt; Yes I will&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-4835329808916954634?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/4835329808916954634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/06/better-in-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/4835329808916954634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/4835329808916954634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/06/better-in-time.html' title='Better in time'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-1888291489933074059</id><published>2008-05-28T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T13:29:44.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strength will be born</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: arial,helvetica; " size="3"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;STRENGTH&lt;/span&gt; IS BORN IN THE DEEP SILENCE OF LONG &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;SUFFERING HEARTS&lt;/span&gt;, NOT AMID &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; "&gt;JOY&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; "&gt;--Felicia Hermans&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-1888291489933074059?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1888291489933074059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/05/strength-will-be-born.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/1888291489933074059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/1888291489933074059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/05/strength-will-be-born.html' title='Strength will be born'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-1777101128419155457</id><published>2008-04-23T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T10:40:03.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it BURN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;I heard this song while I'm in the grocery store with my mom, tita and cousin yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;Suddenly I had to remember someone who may be singing this song for me. Perfecto! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; I don't understand why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; See &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's burning me to hold onto this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I know this is something I gotta do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; But that don't mean I want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; What I'm trying to say is that I-love-you I just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; I feel like this is coming to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; And its better for me to let it go now than hold on and hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; I gotta let it burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;It's gonna burn for me to say this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; But it's comin from my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; It's been a long time coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; But we done been fell apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Really wanna work this out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; But I don't think you're gonna change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; I do but you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Think it's best we go our separate ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Tell me why I should stay in this relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; When I'm hurting baby, I ain't happy baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Plus theres so many other things I gotta deal with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; I think that you should let it burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;When your feeling ain't the same and your body don't want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; But you know gotta let it go cuz the party ain't jumpin' like it used to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Even though this might bruise you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Let it burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Let it burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Gotta let it burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Deep down you know it's best for yourself but you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Hate the thought of her being with someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; But you know that it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Been knew it was through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Let it burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Let it burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Gotta let it burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Sendin' pages I ain't supposed to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Got somebody here but I want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Cause the feelin ain't the same find myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Callin' her your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Ladies tell me do you understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Now all my fellas do you feel my pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; It's the way I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; I know I made a mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Now it's too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; I know she ain't comin back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; What I gotta do now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; To get my shorty back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Ooo ooo ooo ooooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Man I don't know what I'm gonna do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Without my booo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; You've been gone for too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; It's been fifty-leven days, um-teen hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Imma be burnin' till you return (let it burn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;When your feeling ain't the same and your body don't want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; But you know gotta let it go cuz the party ain't jumpin' like it used to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Even though this might bruise you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Let it burn (let it burn, let it burn, you gon'learn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Let it burn (gotta let it burn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Gotta let it burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Deep down you know its best for yourself but you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Hate the thought of her being with someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; But you know that it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Been knew it was through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Let it burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Let it burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Gotta let it burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I'm twisted cuz one side of me is tellin' me that I need to move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; On the other side I wanna break down and cry&lt;/span&gt; (ooooh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; I'm twisted cuz one side of me is tellin' me that I need to move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; On the other side I wanna break down and cry (yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh oooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Ooh ooh oooh (can ya feel me burnin'?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Ooh ooh ooh oooh ooh oooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; So many days, so many hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; I'm still burnin' till you return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;When your feeling ain't the same and your body don't want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; But you know gotta let it go cuz the party ain't jumpin' like it used to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Even though this might bruise you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Let it burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Let it burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Gotta let it burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Deep down you know it's best for yourself but you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Hate the thought of her being with someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; But you know that it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Been knew it was through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Let it burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Let it burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Gotta let it burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted by J-Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-1777101128419155457?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1777101128419155457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/04/let-it-burn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/1777101128419155457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/1777101128419155457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/04/let-it-burn.html' title='Let it BURN'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-1109390407664543332</id><published>2008-04-15T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:53:03.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cinderella Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;When I'm just in the house looking for a good movie to watch, I found A Cinderella Story dvd. Let me share some of my favorite quotes from the movie.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 295px; height: 228px;" class="alignleft" src="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/z/s/4/acinderellastorypubg.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game.&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0614877/"&gt;Austin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Sam! Okay, I know you think I'm just some...  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0240381/"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Coward? Phony?  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0614877/"&gt;Austin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Okay, just listen.  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0240381/"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: No, you listen. You turned out to be exactly who I thought you were. I never pretended to be somebody else. It's been me all along. And it was me who was hurt in front of everybody. Look, I didn't come here to yell at you, okay? I know what it feels like to be afraid to show who you are. I was. But not anymore. And the thing is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't care what people think about me... because I believe in myself. And I know that things are gonna be okay. &lt;/span&gt;But even though I have no family, and no job, and no money for college... it's you that I feel sorry for. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0119317/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0240381/"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I know that guy that sent those emails is somewhere inside of you, but, I can't wait for him... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;because waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought. Useless and disappointing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;walks away&lt;/i&gt;]  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0614877/"&gt;Austin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: SAM!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0240381/"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Austin? What are you doing?  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0614877/"&gt;Austin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Something I should have done a long time ago.  &lt;br&gt; [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;he kisses her, it starts to rain, they both look up&lt;/i&gt;]  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0614877/"&gt;Austin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorry I waited for the rain.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0240381/"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: It's okay.  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-1109390407664543332?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1109390407664543332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/04/cinderella-story.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/1109390407664543332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/1109390407664543332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/04/cinderella-story.html' title='A Cinderella Story'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-9125537951459006542</id><published>2008-04-08T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T00:31:35.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears on Graduation day</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I remember how I shed my tears on my graduation day. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After the graduation rites, I had to look for my family. It was my mom who I first saw followed by my little brother and sister. “Jaymie, ang luha ko..” were the words I heard from my mom. I couldn’t say word. But I smiled. I can already see her crying.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I got a tight hug from my mom. Suddenly I had to remember the last time we hugged each other. I can’t even remember. All of a sudden I can feel hot tears falling from my eyes. I realize those were the tears I’ve been trying to hide for the past few months of my life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I couldn’t stop crying. I cried even more when I saw my grandparents walking towards me. They were followed by my tita, lola and my dad. My dad offered me his hanky. I had to grab it immediately. My tears are overflowing.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It was the perfect time to shed those tears. People cannot ask me why or what’s wrong when I know those tears mean something else. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Those tears actually mean a lot. Different things. Different events in my life. Something I cannot tell exactly. How it overflowed was something I can not forget. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I cannot even remember the last time I cried that hard.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-9125537951459006542?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/9125537951459006542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/04/tears-on-graduation-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/9125537951459006542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/9125537951459006542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/04/tears-on-graduation-day.html' title='Tears on Graduation day'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-2251313160443193316</id><published>2008-03-28T09:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T09:30:44.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If there is smoke, there is fire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I asked myself why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Now I realize why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;You just showed  me I was right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;And everybody else are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Everything is so clear to me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;You do not stand a chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I was right all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I do not regret anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-2251313160443193316?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/2251313160443193316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-there-is-smoke-there-is-fire.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/2251313160443193316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/2251313160443193316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-there-is-smoke-there-is-fire.html' title='If there is smoke, there is fire.'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-7309436683578918292</id><published>2008-03-27T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T09:38:38.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why don't you just leave it alone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Stay the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-7309436683578918292?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7309436683578918292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-dont-you-just-leave-it-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/7309436683578918292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/7309436683578918292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-dont-you-just-leave-it-alone.html' title='Why don&apos;t you just leave it alone?'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-8236660906112679483</id><published>2008-03-22T23:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T09:40:56.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>might be something Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In life, if you let it you can always come up with reasons to give up.&lt;br /&gt;But if you don't, you might just find love in places you never imagined.&lt;br /&gt;In your new relationship or in your work whatever it is just don't give up on it.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;if you don't get it, you might get something better&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Karen Roe (OTH s05e12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-8236660906112679483?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8236660906112679483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/03/might-be-something-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/8236660906112679483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/8236660906112679483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/03/might-be-something-better.html' title='might be something Better'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-7538023745968319808</id><published>2008-03-22T22:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T23:03:26.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jesus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have one prayer for this year's lenten season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Please give me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;peace&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Heal my heart, Lord Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-7538023745968319808?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7538023745968319808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/03/help-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/7538023745968319808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/7538023745968319808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/03/help-me.html' title='I need Peace'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-463693160506253831</id><published>2008-03-22T17:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T17:12:02.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop this breaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For the longest time, I've been thinking and asking myself "What do I want?". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Finally, I realized what I really wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I want my heart to stop breaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-463693160506253831?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/463693160506253831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/03/stop-this-breaking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/463693160506253831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/463693160506253831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/03/stop-this-breaking.html' title='Stop this breaking'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-5463822637549434303</id><published>2008-03-22T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T16:59:32.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Kill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't right. So I guess I'd have to kill whatever I still feel for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-5463822637549434303?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/5463822637549434303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-to-kill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/5463822637549434303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/5463822637549434303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-to-kill.html' title='Time to Kill'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-1335239043940778381</id><published>2008-03-22T16:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T17:00:35.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart will rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;People need time to rest. So do their hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-1335239043940778381?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1335239043940778381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-heart-will-rest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/1335239043940778381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/1335239043940778381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-heart-will-rest.html' title='My heart will rest'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-3022964954392725293</id><published>2008-03-22T16:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T17:03:15.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare to take the risk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Risking will either disappoint you or make you feel good. But would you still risk if you think taking it is going to break your heart the second time around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-3022964954392725293?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/3022964954392725293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/03/dare-to-take-risk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/3022964954392725293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/3022964954392725293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/03/dare-to-take-risk.html' title='Dare to take the risk'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-1319589985832830077</id><published>2008-03-22T16:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T17:04:26.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wrong cannot be right in anyway when it was wrong all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-1319589985832830077?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1319589985832830077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/1319589985832830077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/1319589985832830077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-wrong.html' title='This is wrong'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-784984558740985618</id><published>2008-03-22T12:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T17:07:40.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial,helvetica;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for something, I received something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial,helvetica;" &gt;But when I thought it was something, I realized it was nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial,helvetica;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial,helvetica;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial,helvetica;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-784984558740985618?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/784984558740985618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/03/something-to-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/784984558740985618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/784984558740985618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/03/something-to-nothing.html' title='Something to Nothing'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-6482492220372843238</id><published>2008-03-22T12:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T16:14:10.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brave Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;"I think I'm just putting on a brave face when underneath I am crying my heart out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;--- Jaymie Ann A. David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-6482492220372843238?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/6482492220372843238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/03/brave-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/6482492220372843238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/6482492220372843238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/03/brave-face.html' title='A Brave Face'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-2072934780902625435</id><published>2008-03-21T14:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T16:18:45.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time bears it all away</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Stephen King once wrote: "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not. Time takes it all, time bears it away, and in the end there is only darkness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes we find others in that darkness, and sometimes we lose them there again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" -Lucas Scott (One Tree Hill)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-2072934780902625435?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/2072934780902625435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-bears-it-all-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/2072934780902625435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/2072934780902625435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-bears-it-all-away.html' title='Time bears it all away'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-7496922697002108552</id><published>2008-03-21T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T17:58:59.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's gonna come home</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Lucas to Peyton&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"It's always gonna be there, isn't it? You and me."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-7496922697002108552?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7496922697002108552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/03/he-gonna-come-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/7496922697002108552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/7496922697002108552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/03/he-gonna-come-home.html' title='He&amp;#39;s gonna come home'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-7319732220776263362</id><published>2008-03-20T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T15:22:05.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Struggles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;"An author once wrote, &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Blessed are hearts that can mend, they shall never be broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;but I wonder, if there's no breaking, then there's no healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;and if there's no healing, then there's no learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;if there's no learning, there's no struggle, the struggle is a part of life" - Lucas Scott, oth s5ep11&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-7319732220776263362?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7319732220776263362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/03/struggles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/7319732220776263362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/7319732220776263362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/03/struggles.html' title='Struggles'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-8790947061700123272</id><published>2008-03-14T11:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T12:08:49.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Know when to fight back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;People notice that I'm a lot tougher these days. I can say I'm trying to be stronger this time.&lt;br /&gt;I used to think "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walang nilalang sa mundo para tapakan ng kung sinu-sino lang&lt;/span&gt;". It's true.  My friend &lt;a href="http://prinsesatajs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mahalia&lt;/a&gt;, in her blog banner says, "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter who that person is. Tell him, "Who the hell?!" Hahahaha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fighting back, it doesn't necessarily mean you have to play fair. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Fighting back means you have be strong.&lt;/span&gt; You have to stick to what you believe in. Stay with your beliefs. Stay with your convictions and principles. After all, its who you are.. not other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The universe will conspire the fighting back for you. Like Justin Timberlake, in his song tells us "What goes around comes around".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I feel I'm so close of giving up, I used to tell this to myself: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sa lahat ng kailangang protektahan, sarili mo ang pinakakailangan mong protektahan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, nobody will protect yourself.. only YOU can. Therefore, you have to. You have no other choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, during times of crisis, you either give up or fight. In order to fight, you have to know the reasons why you have to. Your reasons must be strong enough to make you stay on the battle. But if these reasons are too weak, you have no choice but to give up. Even if you do not want to, circumstances will make you give up on the battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In giving up, people will criticize you. But I tell you, people will ALWAYS criticize you anyway. So you choose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;go against your will and do what these people tell you to do &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do your will and be happy while others criticize you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted by J-Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-8790947061700123272?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8790947061700123272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/03/know-when-to-fight-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/8790947061700123272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/8790947061700123272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/03/know-when-to-fight-back.html' title='Know when to fight back'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-2823067766487181853</id><published>2008-03-13T19:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T19:41:09.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe it and be satisfied</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;“Everyone longs to give themselves completely to someone – to have a deep soul relationship with another, to be loved thoroughly and exclusively. But God, to a Christian, says, “No, not until you are satisfied, fulfilled and content with &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;being loved by Me alone – with giving yourself totally and unreservedly to Me – &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;with having an intensely personal and unique relationship with Me alone will you be capable of the perfect human relationship that I have planned for you. You will never be united with another until you are united with Me – exclusive of anyone or anything else, exclusive of any other desires or longings. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I want you to stop planning, stop wishing, and allow Me to give you the most thrilling plan existing – one that you cannot imagine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I want you to have the best.&lt;/span&gt; Please allow Me to bring it to you. You just keep watching Me, expecting the greatest things – keep experiencing the satisfaction that I am. Keep listening and learning the things I tell you. You just wait. That’s all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Don’t be anxious. Don’t worry. Don’t look around at the things others have or that I’ve given them. Don’t look at the things you think you want. You just keep looking off and away up to Me, or you’ll miss what I want to show you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;And then, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;when you’re ready, I’ll surprise you with a love far more wonderful than any you would dream of. &lt;/span&gt;You see, until you are ready, and until the one I have for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;you is ready (I am working even at this moment to have both of you ready at the same time), until you are both satisfied exclusively with Me and the life I prepared for you, you won’t be able to experience the love that exemplifies your relationship with Me, and this is the perfect love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;And dear one, I want you to have this most wonderful love, I want you to see in the flesh a picture of your relationship with Me, and to enjoy materially and concretely the everlasting union of beauty, perfection, and love that I offer you with Myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Know that I love you utterly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;I am God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Believe it and be satisfied.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted by J-Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-2823067766487181853?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/2823067766487181853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/03/believe-it-and-be-satisfied.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/2823067766487181853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/2823067766487181853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/03/believe-it-and-be-satisfied.html' title='Believe it and be satisfied'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-5757505569010928493</id><published>2008-01-21T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T09:50:55.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is?</title><content type='html'>"A love tested is a love that is true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted by J-Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-5757505569010928493?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/5757505569010928493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/5757505569010928493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/5757505569010928493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-is.html' title='What is?'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-3640848029315661461</id><published>2007-12-27T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T12:11:12.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When everything makes sense</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;I did not believe that “signs” exist in order to help us make a decision or just decide on something. I just thought things happen for a reason. Eventually things will happen if it’s meant to happen. I just pray about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dilemma. It took me more than 8 months to think it over so many times. I knew I was going to be asked of a question. For that, I did not know what to answer. How to answer the question is also a problem. I said I have an answer but I’m not so sure yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure because of so many things that bother me. I was thinking if I can stand for that answer if anything happens. I know its going to be so important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I do not believe in “signs”, it occurred to me that they really do exist. I may not be aware of it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 signs to confirm what I want:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Puto and Kutsinta&lt;br /&gt;This is the first gift I ever received from him. Since we are friends it did not bother me about receiving a puto and kutsinta. I thought there is nothing wrong about receiving it. I love eating kutsina so I’m actually happy to receive it.&lt;br /&gt;My mom used to tell me about the first thing she received from my dad. It was fruits. I told her how fruits can be so weird to receive from a suitor. But she told me what sets my dad apart from others was because my dad was “kakaiba”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Lanai&lt;br /&gt;My sister used to joke me about meeting my soon-to-be-boyfriend at the lanai. While I used to go out with him he brings me to school before my class starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Notebook: Sterling Fly and free&lt;br /&gt;I found I have the same notebook as his. I remember I chose that notebook over a nicer one. I thought it was different so no one can have the same notebook in school. One time, he brought out his notebook from his bag. I was shocked when I saw it. We have exactly the same kind of notebook. Only the color is different. Mine is red, his was blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lampshade&lt;br /&gt;While in my class retreat, a classmate asked in her prayer that she wants know what she really wants. During this time, I realized it was also the perfect prayer for me. I just don’t know what I want. I know that I don’t want to lose him but I don’t know if I want to keep him either. I got home. I noticed something written on the lampshade in my room. It was a gift from my uncle. It says, "&lt;em&gt;May you find what you want in life, know it when you see it, and have the goodluck to get it... and keep it&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your Past does not define your future by Bo Sanchez&lt;br /&gt;While in National Bookstore with my blockmates, I came across this book. I realized how the title can be perfect for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Negative Things by Selwyn&lt;br /&gt;This song is playing on the radio once he changed it to FM while in the car. I was beside the driver seat, the moment it played he told me “&lt;em&gt;kanta ko yan sayo&lt;/em&gt;…” I tried to go over the lyrics of the song the moment I went home after that. And yeah, I was the girl the song is talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Taurus and Scorpio&lt;br /&gt;This one is weird. I do not believe in horoscopes or even astrology. One time my mom fetched me from school, she said she came from National Bookstore. She showed me a book titled something like “Astrology on Love and Romance”. I did not understand why she even bought the book. But because of curiosity I tried to read on my sign. I read that my perfect partner would be the Taurus. I knew he was a Taurus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. “My hopes are stronger than my fears.” ---Francisco Tatad&lt;br /&gt;While watching a documentary film in school on EDSA Revolution, Mr.Francisco Tatad uttered these words. It occurred to me how the line can be very applicable to my situation at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. “Yes, the only thing that’s permanent is Change.” –Sir Yuvienco&lt;br /&gt;An out-of-the-classroom activity was held by my professor. Together with my blockmates we talked about a lot of things. Life’s lessons in particular which is not really related to the subject anymore. Certain questions were asked. I asked him, “Can people change from a bad past?” I am glad and I will not forget how he said “&lt;em&gt;Yes, the only thing that’s permanent is Change&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. December 10, 2007&lt;br /&gt;The 10th of December came. I realized waiting should be over. The time was enough to think and worry about so many things. He asked me to be his girlfriend. I am glad we are together. It was also the day my mom and dad celebrated their anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;The list could go on forever for more signs. I decided to write just 10. (you already know why)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted by J-Ann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-3640848029315661461?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/3640848029315661461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-everything-makes-sense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/3640848029315661461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/3640848029315661461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-everything-makes-sense.html' title='When everything makes sense'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-8623473126029393878</id><published>2007-12-16T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T11:50:05.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope vs. Fear</title><content type='html'>While watching &lt;a href="http://www.labanmovie.com/"&gt;Laban&lt;/a&gt;, a documentary film on EDSA revolution I came across this quote by Mr.Francisco Tatad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"My hopes are stronger than my fears."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He uttered these words pertaining to the country. I'd like to think he was right. I realized what he said can also mean another. It made me realize something. Something Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted by J-Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-8623473126029393878?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8623473126029393878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2007/12/hope-vs-fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/8623473126029393878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/8623473126029393878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2007/12/hope-vs-fear.html' title='Hope vs. Fear'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-1094398667051612443</id><published>2007-12-16T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T11:34:27.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart is awake.</title><content type='html'>My cousin Eladio told me a heart can not be a "bato". But it can only be just sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my cousin is right. Atleast, for now, I can say my heart is awake.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted by J-Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-1094398667051612443?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1094398667051612443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-heart-is-awake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/1094398667051612443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/1094398667051612443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-heart-is-awake.html' title='My heart is awake.'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-7083780551122613704</id><published>2007-11-27T07:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T09:02:12.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplating</title><content type='html'>I was all alone in Gateway yesterday for almost two hours just killing time waiting for my sundo. I stayed in DQ without buying anything. (How kuripot is that? Haha. well sorry. Nagtitipid lang talaga ako)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought out my notebook. Scanned for pages. All of a sudden, I came across the pages of quotations I collected a year ago. I remembered it is also my notebook for some words of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what this quote has to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The important thing is not to be bitter over life's disappointments. Learn to let go of the past and recognize that everyday won't be sunny. And when you find yourself lost in the darkness of despair, Remember, it's only in the black of night that you see the stars, and these stars lead you back home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So don't be afraid to make mistakes, to stumble and fall, because most of the time the greatest rewards come from doing the things that scare you the most. Maybe you'll get everything you wish for. Maybe you'll get more than you could have ever imagined. Who knows where life will take you. The road is long and in the end, the journey is the destination."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sheesh. This is the perfect quote for me. I know exactly what to do now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;copyrighted by J-Ann&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-7083780551122613704?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7083780551122613704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2007/11/contemplating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/7083780551122613704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/7083780551122613704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2007/11/contemplating.html' title='Contemplating'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-6735017676801771929</id><published>2007-11-03T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T00:53:27.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scorpio</title><content type='html'>I do believe in Miracles. Life's miracles to be specific. However I did not see myself being drawn to Astrology. Haha. Astrological compatibilities that is. Woah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Scorpio and as my birthday is fast approaching, I decided to look and study more about my &lt;a href="http://www.novareinna.com/constellation/scorpio.html"&gt;zodiac sign&lt;/a&gt;. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted by J-Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-6735017676801771929?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/6735017676801771929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2007/11/scorpio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/6735017676801771929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/6735017676801771929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2007/11/scorpio.html' title='The Scorpio'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-7207457361065340385</id><published>2007-09-05T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:29:07.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevjumba</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JzIeDvXA20/Rt2H2uzkUGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/X4kKH9cP8PM/s1600-h/kevjumba1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106386926855016546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JzIeDvXA20/Rt2H2uzkUGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/X4kKH9cP8PM/s200/kevjumba1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess who is making me laugh these days?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVJUMBA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he cute? Anyway, if you don't know what I'm talking about. Check this &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/kevjumba"&gt;youtube account&lt;/a&gt; and watch his videos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JzIeDvXA20/Rt2H9-zkUHI/AAAAAAAAADA/JrVK8Qu_fH4/s1600-h/kevjumba3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106387051409068146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JzIeDvXA20/Rt2H9-zkUHI/AAAAAAAAADA/JrVK8Qu_fH4/s200/kevjumba3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very COOL.&lt;br /&gt;very cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus! I tried google-ing about him, here's a link for a &lt;a href="http://aarising.com/aprofiler/kevjumba.htm"&gt;short interview&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;copyrighted by J-Ann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-7207457361065340385?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7207457361065340385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2007/09/kevjumba.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/7207457361065340385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/7207457361065340385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2007/09/kevjumba.html' title='Kevjumba'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JzIeDvXA20/Rt2H2uzkUGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/X4kKH9cP8PM/s72-c/kevjumba1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-7733427530231614028</id><published>2007-08-29T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T21:41:57.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird</title><content type='html'>The past few weeks were the weirdest weeks of my life. It turned out to be worst. But I can say it made me realize a lot about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with typhoon Egay, different aspects of my life were "shattered" by the typhoon. Family. School. Org. Friends. or even Love(?).. (i can't believe i just said that L word.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ang labo talaga. so many different issues came along. But one thing I learned after everything, I can stay strong pala even if everything is going wrong. Atleast I can say that I stayed focused on what really matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted by J-Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-7733427530231614028?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7733427530231614028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2007/08/weird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/7733427530231614028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/7733427530231614028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2007/08/weird.html' title='Weird'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-7815930594558593597</id><published>2007-07-15T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:29:07.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Phone</title><content type='html'>I have a new phone. My motorola e398 phone gave up already so I had to tell my dad I need a new one when he asked me how is my moto phone doing. Its been with me since year 2003 I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I have a brand new Samsung D900i. As a matter of fact I have the same phone with Mahalia. The features are actually great. It's my first time to have a Samsung phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check a review of the phone on this &lt;a href="http://www.mobile-review.com/review/samsung-d900i-en.shtml"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;. As it was actually compared to a D900 (without the "i") phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JzIeDvXA20/RqQtWNxUTvI/AAAAAAAAACw/PBy85NAHzw4/s1600-h/samsung-d900i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JzIeDvXA20/RqQtWNxUTvI/AAAAAAAAACw/PBy85NAHzw4/s200/samsung-d900i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090243338512387826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted by J-Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-7815930594558593597?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7815930594558593597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-phone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/7815930594558593597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/7815930594558593597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-phone.html' title='New Phone'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JzIeDvXA20/RqQtWNxUTvI/AAAAAAAAACw/PBy85NAHzw4/s72-c/samsung-d900i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-302255251819282721</id><published>2007-07-09T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T12:35:18.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is Official</title><content type='html'>The worst day of my org life happened today. I swear.  My happiness in org life is officially Over. It's already the start of my horrible days with the org. Oh God. Please help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute I received the news I don't know if I was shocked. I reacted in a way I can't explain. It was negative I'm sure. But I was horrified. terrified. whatever.  Just the same it was ALL Horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I know all this happened for a purpose. Of which I don't know. I have no idea at all. But I have faith. I knew this was coming. The feeling is worst. But I am ready to take it if it's meant really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted by J-Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-302255251819282721?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/302255251819282721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-is-official.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/302255251819282721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/302255251819282721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-is-official.html' title='It is Official'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-1296166868979682918</id><published>2007-07-08T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T00:07:11.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siesta is no good this afternoon</title><content type='html'>I had my siesta this afternoon. I had it for 3 hours. I make it a point to grab a siesta every time I have a chance. Mainly because I find my sleep in the afternoon "better" than at night. So yeah. Ever since my siestas were always the best. But not this afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very bad dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast:&lt;br /&gt;J-ann&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;br /&gt;*he-who-can-not-be-named&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Props:&lt;br /&gt;long black belt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting:&lt;br /&gt;Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What happened in the dream will always stay in the dream. O well. I hope. (*fingers crossed) I can never narrate what happened here. Since it is so bad I don't want to keep a memory of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted by J-Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-1296166868979682918?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/1296166868979682918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2007/07/siesta-is-no-good-this-afternoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/1296166868979682918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/1296166868979682918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2007/07/siesta-is-no-good-this-afternoon.html' title='Siesta is no good this afternoon'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-8282320434774056161</id><published>2007-07-08T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:29:08.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh Hard</title><content type='html'>Do you know what/who's been (rather stick to the WHO than what!) making me laugh lately??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/kevjumba"&gt;KevJumba&lt;/a&gt;.  Well, he's not just funny. I like him not because he makes me laugh through his videos but more importantly with his ideas and opinions. I admire him. He's a rational, funny guy! Three thumbs up for you Kev! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JzIeDvXA20/Rpodiil9uvI/AAAAAAAAACg/4vGrye70rlw/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JzIeDvXA20/Rpodiil9uvI/AAAAAAAAACg/4vGrye70rlw/s200/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087411208307194610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JzIeDvXA20/Rpoeiil9uwI/AAAAAAAAACo/sBEKTx707n4/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 139px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JzIeDvXA20/Rpoeiil9uwI/AAAAAAAAACo/sBEKTx707n4/s200/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087412307818822402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted by J-Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-8282320434774056161?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8282320434774056161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2007/07/laugh-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/8282320434774056161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/8282320434774056161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2007/07/laugh-hard.html' title='Laugh Hard'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JzIeDvXA20/Rpodiil9uvI/AAAAAAAAACg/4vGrye70rlw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-200768861944279890</id><published>2007-07-08T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:29:09.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, they come back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JzIeDvXA20/RpEA3ELAOiI/AAAAAAAAACY/kTXatRCW5OY/s1600-h/DSCN2484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JzIeDvXA20/RpEA3ELAOiI/AAAAAAAAACY/kTXatRCW5OY/s200/DSCN2484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084846400290699810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Life can never be harder than others’. Try to imagine your life living other people‘s lives.&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My cousin is back from the States after 12 years. The moment I heard he’s back I don’t know how to react. I mean I’m just 7years old when he left. I don’t know much about him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I never imagined being away from my family. How about my cousin’s life? Mom in the &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. His dad and brother in the States. They actually live in one house but because of work they only get to see each other on weekends. How worse is that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;“Huwag mo i-miss yung taong wala.” I didn’t know how to react when my mom uttered these words. And she used to say this a lot lately. It made me think about how this can be true or not. Just about last night I finally realized what made her say it. We’d been hanging out with him lately. It was fun. I realized it was the first time to get to know him with other relatives. Ofcourse he’s changed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Like Peyton said, “People always leave.” I never believed so but I guess she was right. No feeling can be worse than missing/losing someone so dear to you. So make a way not to feel that way. Instead, make the other person miss you. In anyway you can. Even in the most embarrassing way. (Read between the lines) How I wish he’d never go back to States. I need a Kuya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I’m gonna miss my kuya. My cousin. Kuya Seng. I’ll catch you later! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted by J-Ann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-200768861944279890?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/200768861944279890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2007/07/sometimes-they-come-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/200768861944279890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/200768861944279890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2007/07/sometimes-they-come-back.html' title='Sometimes, they come back.'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JzIeDvXA20/RpEA3ELAOiI/AAAAAAAAACY/kTXatRCW5OY/s72-c/DSCN2484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-4822570953718597539</id><published>2007-07-07T13:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T13:45:08.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me Power</title><content type='html'>Rosel sent me this article and I quote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Superiority complex refers to a subconscious neuroticmechanism of compensation developed by the individual as a result of feelings of inferiority. The term was coined by Alfred Adler (February 7, 1870 – May 28,1937), as part of his School of Individual Psychology.Those exhibiting the superiority complex commonly project their feelings onto others they perceive as inferior to themselves. Accusations of arrogance and cockiness are often made by others when referring to the individual exhibiting the superioritycomplex."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Superiority_complex"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Superiority_complex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one person came to my mind. Of course, I won't mention the name. I don't know if I should pity her or not. But she made me realize a lot dealing with her and ignoring her lately. I'm not even sure if her case should be treated or not. I am not the person to talk about her case but she needed help. I really pity her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted by J-Ann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-4822570953718597539?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/4822570953718597539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2007/07/rosel-sent-me-this-article-and-i-quote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/4822570953718597539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/4822570953718597539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2007/07/rosel-sent-me-this-article-and-i-quote.html' title='Give me Power'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-7476925449421731927</id><published>2007-07-07T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T13:12:51.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Devil</title><content type='html'>After more than 2 years of a happy and peaceful life the Devil suddenly showed up and ruined my peace! How can that be a disaster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden the peaceful life I'm living has been crashed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I won't let you ruin my life again. You're going to go down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted by J-Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-7476925449421731927?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/7476925449421731927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2007/07/devil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/7476925449421731927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/7476925449421731927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2007/07/devil.html' title='The Devil'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720160.post-8028999494056454717</id><published>2007-06-26T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T16:36:00.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metaphor</title><content type='html'>"My Heart is like glass. It is Fragile. You gotta handle it with Care."  -J-Ann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted by J-Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38720160-8028999494056454717?l=jaymiedavid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/feeds/8028999494056454717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2007/06/metaphor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/8028999494056454717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38720160/posts/default/8028999494056454717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymiedavid.blogspot.com/2007/06/metaphor.html' title='Metaphor'/><author><name>Jaymie Ann David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04090903910238434996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nfvjUqiy18/TuRqArt2SuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/I_7nzhHxoRQ/s220/IMG_6375%2Bsmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
