<?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-5193682369587870322</id><updated>2011-12-26T00:12:48.863-08:00</updated><category term='at the Fountain of Wealth'/><title type='text'>Monette's Memoir</title><subtitle type='html'>My Memento of life, work and faith.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-7226728332928734623</id><published>2011-12-26T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T00:12:48.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2011 Christmas brought me several reflections...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;First: I am really an adult now. I was stunned with this reality after seeing my oldest "inaanak" who happened to be my cousin. Chin-Chin, the way we call her, just turned 16 last November. This means that I attended her Christening or Dedication when I was 10. Two years to go and she'll be of legal age. Time flies so fast!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Second: The best Christmas is knowing that you have a family. I am very much thankful to God coz I have a wonderful relationship with the people He has given me. Mababaw na kung mababaw pero sobrang thankful ako. No million dollar or any currency can buy the&amp;nbsp;precious moments I've spent&amp;nbsp;with my&amp;nbsp;family. They are my treasure! And I am taking good care of that treasure. :)&lt;/span&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KBGwN7nuYeE/Tvgq4oyYkdI/AAAAAAAAAKI/U0f53w_Z93E/s1600/b.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KBGwN7nuYeE/Tvgq4oyYkdI/AAAAAAAAAKI/U0f53w_Z93E/s320/b.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our 2011 Christmas Family souvenir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Third&amp;nbsp;and lastly: The best Christmas gift is Jesus. I've been hearing and hearing the Christmas story since&amp;nbsp;I was a child. And until now, I am still amazed of how God wrapped His wonderful son, Jesus, as a gift to us humans. God has so loved&amp;nbsp;us&amp;nbsp;that He doesn't want us to walk around in this troubled world all alone. He gave us His beloved&amp;nbsp;Immanuel, meaning "God is with us." Therefore Jesus is with us! Amazing!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I therefore conclude that Christmas is a good time to reflect. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;God bless us!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; 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href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-2011-christmas-brought-me-several.html' title='My 2011 Christmas brought me several reflections...'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KBGwN7nuYeE/Tvgq4oyYkdI/AAAAAAAAAKI/U0f53w_Z93E/s72-c/b.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-1096081463290529724</id><published>2010-12-03T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T06:46:04.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Diary these days?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-1014181960089142631</id><published>2009-04-07T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T02:06:06.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Differences Between Guys and Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;All right, all right. This is a hot topic!! Hahaha. I am one of the witnesses that men and women differ in every cell of their beings. Syempre, may favorite part is commenting at the end of each statement. This is not my original list okay, I just copied and paste it. There are hundreds of “Differences” floating around on the internet, you may check them out. Enjoy!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol type="1"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;COLOR: black;mso-margin-top-alt: auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;FONT-FAMILY: Arial;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;Even though a guy has 50% more brute strength than a girl, she is able to withstand higher temperatures than he can. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I agree)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;COLOR: black;mso-margin-top-alt: auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;FONT-FAMILY: Arial;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;A girl has a larger stomach, kidneys, liver, and appendix than a guy, but she has smaller lungs, thus giving her less breathing capacity than a guy.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; (Really??)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;COLOR: black;mso-margin-top-alt: auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;FONT-FAMILY: Arial;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;The right hemisphere of guys’ brains are better developed, therefore they are more visual, mathematic, exploring, more sex oriented, and commit most violent crime. Girls, though, have the left hemisphere more developed and are therefore more verbal, communicative, sensitive, and more prone to phobias and depression. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Yea, yea, yea! Verbal na kung verbal!!Hahaha)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;COLOR: black;mso-margin-top-alt: auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;FONT-FAMILY: Arial;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;Guys use restrooms solely for biological reasons — to drain their bladder. Girls, on the other hand, use restrooms as social lounges. Guys will never speak a word or make eye contact with others they don’t know there. But girls who’ve never even met will, by the time they’re finished, leave laughing out loud together like old friends. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Correct!!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;COLOR: black;mso-margin-top-alt: auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;FONT-FAMILY: Arial;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;When the restaurant check comes, each of the guys will throw big bills out on the table to supposedly pay for the tab. When the check comes for the girls, each will get out her calculator to verify the total and figure her down-to-the-penny part. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Tumpak!! Hahaha)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;COLOR: black;mso-margin-top-alt: auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;FONT-FAMILY: Arial;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;All week, a girl will thoughtfully make an extensive list of things to purchase at the store and when she arrives, she walks directly from item to item, comparing prices and coupons. When the frig is empty and starting to grow things, a guy will just show up at the closest store and start cruising up and down every aisle, throwing in his basket anything that looks appealing. Even though his cart is jam-packed, he will try to butt in the 10 items-or-less checkout line. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Hahahaha, naku naku)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;COLOR: black;mso-margin-top-alt: auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;FONT-FAMILY: Arial;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;A guy has five items in his bathroom — a razor, shaving cream, a bar of soap, a toothbrush, and towel from Holiday Inn. The average number of items in a typical girl’s bathroom is reported to be as high as 437, the majority of which a guy couldn’t even tell what they are or used for. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Akin, siguro nasa 37 lang, joke)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;COLOR: black;mso-margin-top-alt: auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;FONT-FAMILY: Arial;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;When a girl says she will be ready in five minutes, she’s using the same meaning of time as when a guy says the football game has &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; five minutes left to play. Neither the guy nor the girl is counting time-outs, commercials, or replays! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(No comment)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;COLOR: black;mso-margin-top-alt: auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;FONT-FAMILY: Arial;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;A girl believes that visitors will be impressed by a clean house. A guy believes the visitors will be impressed by his large stereo.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; (Always)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;COLOR: black;mso-margin-top-alt: auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;FONT-FAMILY: Arial;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;Guys don’t decorate their handwriting, they just chicken-scratch. Girls will pull out their scented, color coordinated stationary and use ridiculously large circles, hearts, and loops to finish off their “i’s”, “p’s”, and “g’s.” It is a real hassle to read a letter from a girl. Even when she is dumping a guy, she’ll finish it off with a smiley face at the end! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Hahahaha, I remember someone)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;COLOR: black;mso-margin-top-alt: auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;FONT-FAMILY: Arial;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;If a girl is out driving and she finds herself in unfamiliar surroundings, she will stop at a gas station and ask for directions. Guys, of course, consider this to be a sign of weakness. A guy will never stop and ask for directions. They will drive in a circle for hours, all the while saying things like, "Looks like I've found a new way to get there," and, "I know I'm in the neighborhood. I recognize that Ace hardware store." &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Correct! Sayang sa oras e, hmmm, I remember someone ulit.Hehe)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;COLOR: black;mso-margin-top-alt: auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;FONT-FAMILY: Arial;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;With the exception of female bodybuilders who call each other names like "Ultimate Pecs" and "Big Turk," women disdain the use of nicknames. If Amber, Suzanne, Katherine, and Natalie get together for lunch, they will call each other Amber, Suzanne, Katherine, and Natalie. But if Mike, Dave, Rob, and Aron go out on the town, they will affectionately refer to each other as Bullet-Head, Godzilla, Peanut-Brain, and Yard-Dart. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Hmmm, we also use nicknames, di lang nga tulad ng guys)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;COLOR: black;mso-margin-top-alt: auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;FONT-FAMILY: Arial;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;A girl worries about the future until she gets a husband, while a guy never worries about the future until he gets a wife. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ayos!!!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;COLOR: black;mso-margin-top-alt: auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;FONT-FAMILY: Arial;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;A girl marries a guy &lt;i&gt;expecting&lt;/i&gt; him to change, but he usually doesn’t. A guy marries a girl thinking she will &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; be the same — and, of course, she isn’t. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Hmmm)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;COLOR: black;mso-margin-top-alt: auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;FONT-FAMILY: Arial;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;Girls love cats. Guys say they love cats, but when girls aren’t looking, they kick cats. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Hindi lahat ng girls gusto ng pusa)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in;mso-margin-top-alt: auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in;mso-margin-top-alt: auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;COLOR: black;FONT-FAMILY: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;My comment?? Men and women are certainly different-in almost every area of life. And that’s GREAT!! I believe God created us both to complete each other and not to compete with each other.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;Happy Holy week&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&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/5193682369587870322-1014181960089142631?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1014181960089142631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=1014181960089142631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/1014181960089142631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/1014181960089142631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/differences-between-guys-and-girls.html' title='Differences Between Guys and Girls'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-2052751372396285869</id><published>2009-03-23T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:36:32.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Academic Gown</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;"Tassel to the right" and "Congratulations graduates." These were the words I've heard (from Joy's grad) and will be hearing again (I will be attending JC's grad, nanay o yaya? Hehe). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;I love attending graduation ceremonies. I've done it a lot of times and yes, I try to adjust my schedule to witness my siblings graduations. It's a milestone! Hehe, There are reasons why I love attending graduations. First, I love seeing the graduates happy, though others are teary-eyed. Second, I am eager to hear the speeches prepared by the speakers during graduations and third, I find the students wearing the academic gown/dress impressive!!! Maybe because, it's a symbol of hardwork. The sweat they've poured out, the sleepless nights, the deadlines and the crammings that go with it, the pressures of being a student (includes the inside and outside forces), etc., etc., ahhh, all those!! Nakakamiss!! Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" border="0" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Scg27QoKCtMAAFq8YDI1/DSCN5024.JPG?et=nhpw9SXh7pwFQ0RlIJmaYQ&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#006600"&gt;Joy is happy wearing her academic gown&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;I salute those students who made it. Though each of them is different from the other. &lt;em&gt;May ibang nadalian, may ibang gumapang&lt;/em&gt;, the important thing is, it's finally over. It's done. POR FIN!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;I understand and I know you'll agree with me that this happy celebration will not be possible without the parents who supported from the beginning till the end. They supported us financially, mentally, emotionally and spiritually. One of those proud parents is my mom. She's been there all along. From tuition fees, mountain-priced school trips, projects, special mention to the support she has given Joy, the generosity of her heart when it comes to advice, the yes-and-no of decision making plus the great lesson of teaching us the HARD WORK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" border="0" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Scg3DgoKCtMAAGGEiSM1/DSCN5027.JPG?et=E8sx5mOLaQ01wJ9HOC75fQ&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#006600"&gt;Joy kissing mom&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;She didn't raised us as spoiled children. &lt;em&gt;Ngayon namin naiintindihan kung bakit hindi namin nabili yung mga toys, dolls, at kung anu-ano pang luho na ginusto namin&lt;/em&gt; when we were kids and teenage years. She taught us, by example, to be determined, to get what we want in a good way, to pursue everything we desire, &lt;em&gt;hinayaan niya kaming maging decision makers ng mga sari-sarili naming buhay at pag nagkamali kami&lt;/em&gt;, she's just there, without pointing a finger at us or blaming us. As her children, we are certainly proud and we salute her for that!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" border="0" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Scg3MgoKCtMAAF0Wd4o1/DSCN5029.JPG?et=RfM%2BXUwusM70JPZUcv1wXQ&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#006600"&gt;Joy hugging mom&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At dahil proud kami&lt;/em&gt;, we wanna make sure that in this special celebration, our mom will feel valued and special kaya naman we teased her...este... we forced her, &lt;em&gt;ay mali...siya ang nagkusang mag-suot ng academic gown ni Joy bago isoli. Mama ko?? Magpapahuli??&lt;/em&gt; Hahahaha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" border="0" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Scg3XQoKCtMAAGedorw1/DSCN5049.JPG?et=EZWf5bWgPNfYXV617gTpYw&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#006600"&gt;Mom wearing the academic gown&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/thumbs_up.png"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We laughed to the highest level!! Some may termed this as making fun of the academic gown but I'm telling you, we know its value, we treat it special, we understand its meaning and we respect it so much, that's why Joy and I concluded that our mom deserves to wear this, not for fun but the other way around. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I've said my congratulatory remark to Joy many times. This time, let me say my deepest gratitude, with all respect, THANKS MA AND CONGRATULATIONS!! YOU DEFINITELY DESERVE IT!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I love and am proud of you both!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&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/5193682369587870322-2052751372396285869?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2052751372396285869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=2052751372396285869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/2052751372396285869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/2052751372396285869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2009/03/academic-gown.html' title='The Academic Gown'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-8647206800755461534</id><published>2009-03-22T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:38:21.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats Joy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;I am happy and blessed coz Joy is finally marching. Yes, she's graduating and she has a long way to accomplish her big dreams, pero AJA JOY!! Alam kong kayang-kaya mo yan!! Wag na wag lang kakalimutan ang advice ng ate na...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;FIRST...&lt;strong&gt;ALways make a difference&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;SECOND...&lt;strong&gt;Keep your feet on the ground.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;I know you'll go far!! Proud, proud and super proud of yah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Jeremiah 29:11&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/ScccrAoKCtMAAHjoS3c1/joy.jpg?et=sE2CS4H6URKJ9FB4QcRuuw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thanks Doc Rj for the help&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&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/5193682369587870322-8647206800755461534?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8647206800755461534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=8647206800755461534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/8647206800755461534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/8647206800755461534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2009/03/congrats-joy.html' title='Congrats Joy!'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-3957634184560819777</id><published>2009-03-19T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T04:29:49.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MV Doulos: The Floating Bookstore</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I didn't know that they're back!! (Thanks to Rammy's info!! Go Rammy!!) The last time I saw this floating bookstore was year 2007 and again, they're here. Kala ko pa naman last voyage na nila yun pero thanks to these great servants. They definitely know how to help by bringing knowledge and hope to this generation. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I suggest you visit this floating bookstore, they have good prices compare to bookstores we usually visit. Though you can't buy books as low as Php30 (I'm talking about the second hand books here), you can still get the experience of buying a book inside a ship. O di ba? Hehe, I remember my first visit with my good friend Racquel and my sister Joy, we were thrilled. We bought several books that we find good deal but you have to expect that it's crowded and a little bit hot. Plus the long line of going up. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm not sure how it feels these time but I'll surely visit the Floating Ship since I've read that it's the ship's final voyage coz it will retire on 2010.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other info:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOCATION: It's currently in Gate 1, South Harbor, Manila, Philippines Pier 13 until March 30 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p y9rwq="0" aidt2="0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BookShop Opening hours:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p y9rwq="0" aidt2="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday to Saturday :10 A.M. to 10 P.M.&lt;br&gt;Sunday to Monday: 2 P.M. to 10 P.M.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p y9rwq="0" aidt2="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY TIP: It's best to visit at night&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5193682369587870322-3957634184560819777?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3957634184560819777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=3957634184560819777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/3957634184560819777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/3957634184560819777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2009/03/mv-doulos-floating-bookstore.html' title='MV Doulos: The Floating Bookstore'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-7306813718855227583</id><published>2009-03-08T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:03:17.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream with God</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We learn from many things, in many ways. &lt;em&gt;Kahit pa quote lang yan na nakasabit sa pader.&lt;/em&gt; Hehe, Got this from a wall. Natuwa ako ng husto so I captured it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SbSvsQoKCtMAADm95V81"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SbSvsQoKCtMAADm95V81/dream.JPG?et=jqUtsFRYy%2CgcVqeY6KzFLw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The message above inspired me. I believe even though we're experiencing hardships, we gotta hang in there. Yea, we gotta climb our way up! Let's go as far as we can and dream with God. We can reach what we're aiming for. Naks!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God bless us all&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&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/5193682369587870322-7306813718855227583?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7306813718855227583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=7306813718855227583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/7306813718855227583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/7306813718855227583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2009/03/dream-with-god.html' title='Dream with God'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-5415982629905984848</id><published>2009-03-01T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:56:15.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Family Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SaudmQoKCtMAAAqgLKs1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SaudmQoKCtMAAAqgLKs1/DSCN48111.JPG?et=b%2BT1Hv2ZSMArtO1l45mPwg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Conversation:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Marc:&lt;em&gt; Ate Joy, parang gusto kong mag rapeling...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Joy: &lt;em&gt;Ano pa, hinihintay mo...TARA!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SauefwoKCtMAAB4iDhI1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SauefwoKCtMAAB4iDhI1/DSCN48711.JPG?et=0gnzRUE5QUU0p2rETM1iNA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Marc: Wait po. &lt;em&gt;Pepwesto lang...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SaueqAoKCtMAACjtQnU1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SaueqAoKCtMAACjtQnU1/DSCN48811.JPG?et=r2crgtuIxJyzRSu%2CLwhfwg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Joy: Dizizit!!!! Waaaahhh!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We needed time like this&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&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/5193682369587870322-5415982629905984848?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5415982629905984848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=5415982629905984848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/5415982629905984848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/5415982629905984848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-family-day.html' title='Friday Family Day'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-6999797512798067229</id><published>2009-02-27T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T22:17:21.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angela Usi tagged me (20 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="bodytext"&gt; &lt;div class="bodytext" id="item_body" author_possessive="pinkmemoirs'" author="pinkmemoirs"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;Hi Angela, you tagged me nung November 2007 pa! Grabe!! This is super late, maybe I needed more time to answer these questions. Joke. Now, these are my answers. Salamat sa pag TAG! Natuwa akong mag reminisce. Hehe&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;Sorry sa gumawa nito. I change the rules. Instead of 15 weird things/habits, I change it to 20. Instead of tagging only 5, I tagged 21 friends. Sa mga na TAG ko, paki sagot dahil babasahin ko yan! Hahaha (see the list below). Thanks!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;INSTRUCTIONS:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;They MUST be real places, names, things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;NOTHING made up! If you can't think of anything, skip it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;Try to use different answers if the person infront of you had the same 1st initial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;And remember - you&lt;font color="#000000"&gt; CAN'T &lt;/font&gt;use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your Name:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;Monette&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Famous Artist/Band/Musician:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;M2M (Marion Raven and Marit Larsen-medyo malapit kasi sa surname ko, hehe)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;A song:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;My Love by West Life (Corny ba? Eto unang pumasok sa isip ko e, hehe)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffccff"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000;"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;4 letter word:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;MORE! (I wanna be more in everything, Learn MORE, Share MORE, you know what I mean)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Animal:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#2b91c4"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" color="#cc0000"&gt;Monkey&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000;"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TV Show:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;Martha Stewart, The Apprentice (I love it!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Country:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;Mexico&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Boy Name:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;Martin (as in livin' la vida loca? harhar)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Girl Name:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;Marit &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Occupation:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;Marine Biologist&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Celebrity:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;Martha Stewart (ulit? I am her fan&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/thumbs_up.png"&gt;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Food:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;Marshmallow (Now, I'm craving)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffccff"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Something found in your kitchen:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000;"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" color="#cc0000"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mayonnaise&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000;"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reason for Being Late:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;Matraffic! (hehe)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;***&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Each player of this game starts off with 20 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird habits/things/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end, you need to choose 5 people to be tagged and list their names. No tag backs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" color="#cc0000"&gt;20 WEIRD THINGS/HABITS KO...and little known facts about myself (",)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;1. When I was a kid, I love cleaning my ears. (Yun daw ang pampatulog ko. Ngayon, adik pa rin ako sa paglilinis ng tenga. I find it pleasurable. Hehe)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;2. I have an infectious laugh (sabi ni Mg! Bwahahahaha).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;3. I super love make-up!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;4. I can eat Cerelac and Gerber (love those baby foods)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;5. &lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;I  can watch three films in one sitting. (I love watching films! When I was in college, my siblings and I used to attend the Italian Film Fest in CCP. Halos every second Tuesday of the month nasa CCP kami just to watch a free film. I love romantic comedy. I hated Horror ever since. These days, I can watch films na medyo brutal like Naked Weapon. I don't know. I just admire the creative fighting scenes. Hehe)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;6. Mahilig ako sa street foods! Mura na, masarap pa, madumi pa! (Joke!) Sorry for the statement. Dirty ice-cream, calamares, kwek-kwek, nakakagutom! I miss Pedro Gil! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;7. I can talk for hours. (Siguro nga abundantly verbal ako kaya kahit sa pagtulog nagsasalita. Kahiya!)&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;8. Mas takot ako sa kidlat, kulog at paputok tuwing new year kesa sa hayop na gumagapang.  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;9. Nanlalaki ang mga mata ko kapag nakakakita ko ng SALE!! (Colored Red in BOLD letters, naku!!)  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;10. I LOVE TO LEARN!! (From travel, from good media, from books, from people, from situations, from my own failures. I know I am a student of Life and will always find learning..FUN!!)  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;11. I am Nocturnal. Di ko alam kung Insomnia na pero I can't easily sleep at night. I'm trying anyway.&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;12. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;I love children!! They're my playmates. (Ewan ko ba, pero iba ang energy level ko pag kausap ko bata. Napansin din ni Joy. Hehe) I also enjoy cartoons (Yup, I am a child trapped in a woman's body).&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;13. I am a healthy person. Never pa'kong na confine sa hospital.&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;14. I enjoy reading the Bible. Minsan ng sumagi sa isip ko maging isang Bible Scholar. Sagi lang naman. Hehe. Just wanna share the quote I've been keeping ever since I read it..."No one graduates from Bible Study until he meets the Author face to face." So I'll never stop studying it kahit magka-law pa na bawal magbasa ng Holy Book. (Fingers crossed, wag naman)  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;15. My life's philosophy: You will only live once, so give life your best shot! Live life to the fullest and to attain that, you gotta live life with God.   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;16. I can't leave home without a watch. Cell phone pwede pa, pero "relo" never! &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;17. Until now, tabing-tabi ko pa yung color pencils ko nung High School ako. Natutuwa lang ako sa kanila.  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;18. I talked to to someone who dated Sam Milby dahil nabunot ang name niya sa isang raffle. If I were her, I wanna date either Ryan Agoncillo (sorry Juday), Drew Arellano (sorry Iya), or Paolo Bediones. International? Ahm, ooohhh, there's Ryan Seacrest!  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;19. I am a family oriented woman. Medyo Obssessive Compulsive sa buhay.  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;20. Minsan lang ako magka crush sa isang perfume, wala pa sa Asia, nasa Europe daw. Kasi daw di magugustuhan ng Asian? Huwat?? Buti na lang andun si MG! She gave it to me as a special gift! Thanks MG, I'll never forget that!  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO, I AM TAGGING...&lt;/strong&gt; (not 5 but 21 people)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; GALS AND GUYS, I wanna know you, Hehe  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;1. Annmeir Tablada &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;2. Coy Natividad&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;3. Marie Grace Tablizo&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;4. Dave Banito&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;5. Sheela Bernal&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;6. Romeo Escuyos&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;7. Kaye Maligaya&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;8. Josef Aaron Lim&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;9. David Arellano&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;10. Xavier Abelador&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;11. Jay Suasin&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;12. Mark Abat&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;13. Lorie Vicente&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;14. Pamela Cuvin&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;15. Apple Vasquez&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;16. Mary Ann Miranda&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;17. Rj Miguel&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;18. Vicky Inacay&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;19. doc Billy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;20. kuya Rj&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;21. 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Got this from christianitytoday blog and I think it's worth sharing. Read well people&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;h1&gt;The Facebook Fast&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;h1 align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" color="#000000" size="2"&gt;Blogging. Facebook. Twitter. Those three things are practically my middle name. I've been called a “social media butterfly” over the last four years.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The question of "Can community happen online?" which has been the topic of conversation on this blog recently, has also been asked wherever I go. At conferences, at churches, and yes, even at the local cafe where by chance, a Facebook friend recognizes me. Sorry. I have to admit. I usually don't know who you are. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.christianitytoday.com/outofur/archives/2009/02/video_ur_shane.html"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" color="#000000" size="2"&gt;Shane Hipps&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" color="#000000" size="2"&gt; has spoken. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.christianitytoday.com/outofur/archives/2009/02/scot_mcknight_o.html"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" color="#000000" size="2"&gt;Scot McKnight&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" color="#000000" size="2"&gt; has spoken. And now, it’s my turn to add another view into this virtual world.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;During my four years as the leader of a very thriving blog (&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flowerdust.net/"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" color="#000000" size="2"&gt;FlowerDust.net&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="2"&gt;), I've seen many incredible things happen. I've seen believers and unbelievers unite in generously donating close to $200,000 to social justice and poverty. I've seen people openly discuss taboo subjects: pornography, depression, anxiety, gay lifestyles, and theologically grey topics. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In some instances, these online conversations have translated into personal communication (by email, chats, or phone) and some have even turned into face-to-face meetings. The platforms of social media certainly give these personal interactions a "jump start" so to speak, because you do, in some regard, know bits and pieces of the other person's life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But this is where it gets muddy for me. Is it community? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Given my experience living in both worlds, it may be surprising to hear, but I am beginning to lean on the side of no—what happens online is &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;community. Before you send me an army of frowning emoticons, please hear me out: &lt;br&gt;I believe what happens online is &lt;em&gt;connection&lt;/em&gt;—not &lt;em&gt;community&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;People can be vulnerable and honest online. And at times these online connections can be more life-giving than many of our offline relationships, but they are not the same.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;During Lent, I am going to close my blog down. I am not going to Twitter, or update my Facebook profile. I'll still email people, and chat with my friends, but for those few weeks my social networking is getting put on hold. There are a variety of reasons, of which I'll detail on my personal blog shortly, but a small part of this is a personal social experiment. I want to discover whether my online life gets in the way of my offline life. And do others' online lives get in the way of their offline lives?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'll leave you with a couple small, hypothetical examples. Let’s say my friend (who lives in Nashville with me) puts a note on Twitter about having a girls' night. I miss the invitation because of my online Lenten fast, but since most of our "group" is plugged in, everyone else gets it. I'm at home cleaning my bathrooms, unaware of this event. In this case being online would have aided my offline relationships. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Or to take it one step further. Imagine I post about having dinner with a group of friends. Someone else in our online circle sees these updates and wonders why he or she wasn't invited. Although the uninvited person is internalizing the situation, it can still cause a serious sense of isolation and insecurity which then creates tension in our offline relationship. In this case my online life would be detrimental to my offline friendship.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I’m hoping my Lenten experiment will give me more clarity about whether my online life is benefiting my offline relationships. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Online connections are good. They can be deep and good for our souls. But when we turn them into an online community, they can, and do, impact our face-to-face interactions. When we spend more time staring at a glowing monitor than we do into the eyes of those we love, or need to love, it might be time to shut off the computer.&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/5193682369587870322-5462742973735186692?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5462742973735186692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=5462742973735186692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/5462742973735186692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/5462742973735186692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2009/02/facebook-fast-by-anne-jackson.html' title='The Facebook Fast by Anne Jackson'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-4755368848372457724</id><published>2009-02-23T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:20:38.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palawan Exciting Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It was a new and exciting experience. Of course, it was fun!! I, together with, seven adventurous gals boarded at 8:30 AM Cebu Pacific flight to Purto Princesa. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Finally, I've seen the rich paradise called Palawan!!! Yey!!! It's a beautiful place, super clean &lt;em&gt;kaya bawal magkalat!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Galing ni Gov!&lt;/em&gt; Just wanna share some of the things we did&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ISLAND HOPPING IN PALAWAN: A great way to bond with friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SaNx@AoKCtMAAD43BxY1/friends.JPG?et=vAxDofn%2Cs8waBWdHsVtL0w&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;PHOTO ABOVE: Our super cool tourist guide captured this photo and we all love this. &lt;em&gt;Galing! Parang ang sarap tuloy tumira sa beach. Hehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SaNwoQoKCtMAABiouuM1/sand.JPG?et=zsP5eH6YKjJj0cfKwIsSkg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;PHOTO ABOVE: Pinaglaruan kami ni Nadine. Kinumutan ng sand, ask me anong feeling?? ANG INIT!! Pero masarap!!&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SaNwEwoKCtMAABKglcE1/ab.JPG?et=r4bIP5O99KC%2C1xpvZn5wIQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNDERGROUND RIVER: A new UNESCO World Heritage Site&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SaN2awoKCtMAAD93Zts1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SaN2awoKCtMAAD93Zts1/MVI-0442.jpg?et=l98c0sZBqFz40xgn9JbPxg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;PHOTO ABOVE: Akala ko hanggang magazines ko lang siya makikita. Thank God coz I've seen and experience the real thing&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png"&gt;. As a side note, si Manong Bangkero mas marami pang alam na info compare sa magazines. Hahaha, ang daldal! I've learned a lot anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE BACKPACKERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SaN4UwoKCtMAAG3K-x81/P1010147.JPG?et=3fBsUfw%2CnIZdCNAXf6V2%2CQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;PHOTO ABOVE: We met the Swedish backpackers Johann and Jan. They've traveled a lot!! Had a little chat with them while walking. Shared little stories and hey, they're same faith as mine. That's nice!! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EATING WOODWORM: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So you want adventure huh? You need to be ready for anything. That includes eating this worm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SaN6KgoKCtMAACDeoxs1/P1010150.JPG?et=Q7fa4bN17ALJ0c28n4mRnA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;PHOTO ABOVE: A woodworm. Timplado na. Yes, I ate it! It's slimy and I'm satisfied. I wanna sing...Hakuna Matata!! Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinner at Kalui Restaurant: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;designed like a bahay kubo and upon entering you must remove your footwear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SaN7IgoKCtMAAEAsYqM1/IMG-6055.JPG?et=Fc0D3xGZSjOa%2CRG2NYIkPA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;PHOTO ABOVE: We love Sinigang ni Kaka, made of Buko daw. It was yummy! After eating, hinahanap ko yung tsinelas ko, I forgot na mga naka-paa pala kami. Ay sos! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ITOY's : Starbucks ng Puerto Princesa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SaN8wgoKCtMAAGYjtaQ1/IMG-0566.JPG?et=1fJLVkBVEZwnNxX9KUdmvg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;PHOTO ABOVE: Masarap na, mura pa!! We met Wilfrance here. Parang kelan lang. Hayy, nice seeing you again Wil&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOUVENIR SHOP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SaN9cAoKCtMAAHd1NRw1/IMG-6075.JPG?et=0qOmyK%2BN%2B%2CCpfH%2CfvP4oWg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ang kulit ni Nadine&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CROCODILE FARM: This Croc Rocks!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SaN@wgoKCtMAABuhfQo1/IMG-0627.JPG?et=epELn77mq1WuAa9DYrWk4g&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;PHOTO ABOVE: Ewww! Hahaha, can't describe the texture. Hehe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch at BADJAO Restaurant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SaOAHQoKCtMAADjmCRE1/mm.JPG?et=x26Ht2ZPq%2B%2CTD2Y6DSq23A&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SaN-kgoKCtMAACrK2UU1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;PHOTO ABOVE: The best ang view!! Thanks for the treat Rea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Delayed Flight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SaOApwoKCtMAAE-Df5c1/IMG-0724.JPG?et=P7ZrLvkmhmVEyxqjm49S%2Bw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;PHOTO ABOVE: Conversation:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ptra Me: Delayed ang flight naten. 6:30 PM tayo instead of 5:30.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;SEVEN GALS: Ahhh, okay.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ptra Me: She, peram laptop. Mon, tapusin na naten.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;ME: Slumdog Millionaire? Sure sure!! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Galing mo Jamal!!!! hahahaha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In conclusion, nakaka-amaze ang creation ni God!! It's proven, when God created the world, He knows exactly how He wanted it to be. It was beautiful!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;So friends of mine, be a tourist in our native land. Ang saya!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'll upload photos soon&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&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/5193682369587870322-4755368848372457724?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4755368848372457724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=4755368848372457724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/4755368848372457724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/4755368848372457724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2009/02/palawan-exciting-experience.html' title='Palawan Exciting Experience'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-2787987684508396301</id><published>2009-02-19T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T02:35:42.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you measure love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;525, 600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;525,600 minutes - how do you measure, measure a year? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In 525,600 minutes - how do you &lt;br&gt;measure a year in the life? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love. Seasons of &lt;br&gt;love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Familiar??&lt;/strong&gt; It's Seasons of Love from RENT.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;One of the best songs&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I stumbled upon a website called &lt;font color="#3333ff"&gt;&lt;em&gt;iloveyoumorethanblank.com&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/font&gt;and because it's still love month, I think it's appropriate to share it with you guys and gals.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZ6AaQoKCtMAADixr301/iloveyoumorethanblank-11.jpg?et=Lbpr4pQRCiVWzE3teaEc3A&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The site&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The creative people behind want to depart from the cliche Valentines sentiments and they want to find out the "measuring stick" for love. So they needed cyberworld citizens to help them fill in the blanks.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;After reading some of the entries, so far, these are my top 8 favorites with some comments for fun. Hehe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;I love you more than seeing the world.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(If you're a traveler or dreaming of traveling the whole world, this line is very sweet, but if you're not, I dare you not to say it.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;I love you more than clothes, shoes, coffee or books.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Talaga lang ah?? Uhm, sige nga, magpaa ka nga kahit isang araw lang? Peace&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png"&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you more than a million dollar bookstore spree.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; (It's a sacrifice dear. Hehe)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;I love you more than I love make up.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Tsk, tsk, tsk, another sacrifice.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;I love you more than a fat kid loves cake.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Sure! Let the fat kids eat cake!! Feeling Marie Antoinette? Harhar)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;I love you more than all the words inside me.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Achuchuchu!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;I love you more than all we are going through.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(O ayan, assurance naman. Hahaha)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;8.&lt;strong&gt; I love you more than you'll ever know.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(I find this the sweetest line of all. Awww!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'd rather be reading and commenting than submitting an entry to this cute website. Hehe, visit the site people. Have fun!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&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/5193682369587870322-2787987684508396301?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2787987684508396301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=2787987684508396301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/2787987684508396301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/2787987684508396301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-do-you-measure-love.html' title='How do you measure love?'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-4429386329529138741</id><published>2009-02-18T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T05:34:36.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I lost my phone :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;To all my friends, if you're texting and I'm not answering back, if you're trying to call and it says, "CANNOT BE REACH." I am super sorry...I lost my phone today and honestly, it made me a little sad. Huhuhu&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pero Aja!! Sa kabila ng mga malulungkot na pangyayari, tuloy pa rin ang masaya at magandang buhay!! Hehe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Miss ko na kayong lahat!! Good night&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&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/5193682369587870322-4429386329529138741?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4429386329529138741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=4429386329529138741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/4429386329529138741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/4429386329529138741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-lost-my-phone.html' title='I lost my phone :('/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-4909954779965934808</id><published>2009-02-14T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T07:27:11.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZcWSAoKCtMAACRBnTM1/DSC006751.JPG?et=1WyKn%2BNOefAMoXO5tXexuw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADVENTURE...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-A word that keeps on disturbing my mind for several days now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-I'll be leaving soon for this adventure.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-So I need to be ready for anything.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Excited?? &lt;strong&gt;Super!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/thumbs_up.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&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/5193682369587870322-4909954779965934808?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4909954779965934808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=4909954779965934808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/4909954779965934808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/4909954779965934808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2009/02/adventure.html' title='Adventure...'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-4294432065997521948</id><published>2009-02-06T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:55:44.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Meng!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;bdo dir="ltr"&gt;Habang nag-aantay ng bus pauwi...&lt;/bdo&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;bdo dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kundoktor:&lt;/strong&gt; (Bumaba ng bus na nakangiti) Ms. Beautiful...&lt;/bdo&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;bdo dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms. Beautiful:&lt;/strong&gt; (Feeling?? Hahaha) Bakit?&lt;/bdo&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;bdo dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kundoktor:&lt;/strong&gt; Sakay ka na...&lt;/bdo&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;bdo dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms. Beautiful:&lt;/strong&gt; Ay hindi manong, ibang bus ako e.&lt;/bdo&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;bdo dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kundoktor:&lt;/strong&gt; Ano bang bus sasakyan mo?&lt;/bdo&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;bdo dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms. Beautiful:&lt;/strong&gt; Hindi ako papuntang Alabang, Pilar ang inaantay ko.&lt;/bdo&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;bdo dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kundoktor:&lt;/strong&gt; Ahhh, bakit parang ang saya mo? Siguro inaantay mo sweetheart mo no?&lt;/bdo&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;bdo dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms. Beautiful:&lt;/strong&gt; (Medyo namilosopo ako) Bakit masama ba maging masaya??&lt;/bdo&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;bdo dir="ltr"&gt;-END-&lt;/bdo&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;bdo dir="ltr"&gt;Honestly kuya Kundoktor, masaya talaga ko...kasi kaarawan ng isa sa pinaka espesyal na tao sa buhay ko. Naks!!! At dahil wala akong CS3 Meng (Pulubi? Huhuhu), chinaga ko 'to sa Paint. Sana ma-appreciate mo...&lt;/bdo&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;bdo dir="ltr"&gt;We've done so many things together...(As in!!!)&lt;/bdo&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;bdo dir="ltr"&gt;We've watched movies together...(Naka ilang films na ba tayo?? Hehe)&lt;/bdo&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;bdo dir="ltr"&gt;We've read the same books...(Uy dalhin mo na yung book ah)&lt;/bdo&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;bdo dir="ltr"&gt;We've taken long walks...(Ilang beses ng nanakit mga paa ko)&lt;/bdo&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;bdo dir="ltr"&gt;We've shared stories to stories...(Dati crushes lang, ngayon love life na! Yihiii) &lt;/bdo&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;bdo dir="ltr"&gt;We've lived through our childhood, teens, youth and now as professionals...(Ang tanda na naten)&lt;/bdo&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;bdo dir="ltr"&gt;I learned so many things from you Meng...(Masyadong mahaba pag inisa-isa)&lt;/bdo&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;bdo dir="ltr"&gt;I trust your friendship and love the way you are...(I appreciate your whole package!!)&lt;/bdo&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;bdo dir="ltr"&gt;As your friend for 13 years (and counting) all I can say is...&lt;/bdo&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;bdo dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I KNOW JUST WHAT YOU MEAN!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;(Copied from the title of the book I am currently reading. It's the power of friendship in women's lives written by best friends...super nakaka relate ako sa book&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;).&lt;/bdo&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;bdo dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SY0tLQoKCtMAAFwhGCY1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SY0tLQoKCtMAAFwhGCY1/meng.JPG?et=jnlPk454j1pmoQ1%2CsCNU9w&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/bdo&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;bdo dir="ltr"&gt;Best, Bestest, Bestissimo, Bestamundo. If there were a word that meant better than BEST, that's the word I'd use to describe you Meng as a friend!! &lt;strong&gt;Mahal na mahal na mahal kita!!! Alam mo yan!!&lt;/strong&gt; I thank God I found you! Cheers to our growing friendship!! I'll always be here for you...&lt;/bdo&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;bdo dir="ltr"&gt;Happy Birthday ulit Meng!!!&lt;/bdo&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;bdo dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/bdo&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;bdo dir="ltr"&gt;(O dahil naghirap ako, paburger ka naman!! Joke, wahahaha)&lt;/bdo&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;bdo dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/bdo&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;bdo dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/bdo&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/5193682369587870322-4294432065997521948?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4294432065997521948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=4294432065997521948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/4294432065997521948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/4294432065997521948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-meng.html' title='Happy Birthday Meng!!'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-1728408658478671711</id><published>2009-02-04T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:14:50.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Dancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;I used to hold his neck when we were kids (literally and figuratively) but not anymore. He's now taller and more mature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;I used to tease him a lot, the good, the bad and the ugly jokes. Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;He's hardworking, dependable, responsible and a funny lad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;He's the sweetest brother an eldest could ever have. (He hugs us tightly!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;And most of all...he's my dancer!!! &lt;em&gt;Pag nalulungkot kami (Kelan yun? hahaha), isang sayaw lang yan. Pag kinukulit namin si lola, isang sayaw lang ulit yan!&lt;/em&gt; I wish I could have that talent to go with the beat and able to bob my head to it or even do zero gravity. As if!!! Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Happy 18th Birthday Marc!! You know my message, our new mantra...Keep moving forward!! Eto dagdag ko...Keep dancing for Jesus! I love yah!! Mwah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SYpG@woKCtMAAC9Rlkw1/marc-pink.jpg?et=DYrunLuFuz2RHQM8n9i%2BgQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thanks Mg for this pink edition&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&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/5193682369587870322-1728408658478671711?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1728408658478671711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=1728408658478671711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/1728408658478671711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/1728408658478671711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-my-dancer.html' title='To My Dancer'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-2132194776188116710</id><published>2009-02-01T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:42:36.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Moving Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I watched Meet the Robinsons and I recommend it. Why?? Read the striking lines / quotes of the characters below&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucille Krunklehorn:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey, you never know, one of your students may invent the next integrated circuit, or microprocessor, or integrated circuit.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I wish teachers and professors are like Ms. Krunklehorn.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-----&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wilbur:&lt;/strong&gt; I never thought my dad would be my best friend.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Yea!!! I love this line.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-----&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lewis:&lt;/strong&gt; And what if I can't fix this, what are we going to do? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wilbur:&lt;/strong&gt; Keep moving forward. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lewis:&lt;/strong&gt; Why do you keep saying that? And don't just say keep moving forward! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wilbur:&lt;/strong&gt; It's my dad's motto. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lewis:&lt;/strong&gt; Why would his motto be keep moving forward? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wilbur:&lt;/strong&gt; It's what he does. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Actions speak louder than words. Practice what you preach.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-----&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lewis:&lt;/strong&gt; Look, I'm sorry your life turned out so bad. But don't blame me you messed it up yourself. You just focused on the bad stuff when all you had to do was... let go of the past and keep moving forward... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Be positive kid!! It's worth it!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-----&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle Gaston:&lt;/strong&gt; If I gave up every time I failed, I would have never invented the meatball cannon. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandpa Bud:&lt;/strong&gt; If I gave up every time I failed, I would never have invented my fireproof pants! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Patience is a virtue.&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-----&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And of course the CBB (Closing Bill Board) statement from Walt Disney himself...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Around here, however, we don't look backwards for very long. We keep moving forward, opening up new doors and doing new things, because we're curious... and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comment:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;So...you failed? It's wow!! It's excellent!! From failing, we learn. From success, not much. Like what Thomas Edison said, he didn't failed, he just found 10,000 ways that didn't work. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm not even one-fourth of Thomas Edison's optimism. So my new motto: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KEEP MOVING FORWARD!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&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/5193682369587870322-2132194776188116710?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2132194776188116710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=2132194776188116710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/2132194776188116710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/2132194776188116710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2009/02/keep-moving-forward.html' title='Keep Moving Forward'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-9119895717748199909</id><published>2009-01-23T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T01:49:53.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Craziness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;I haven't read any book. I haven't watched the movie either. Am I too late to keep up with pop culture?? Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;I'll probably watch Toilet&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SXrimQoKCtMAAFDQaSo1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SXrimQoKCtMAAFDQaSo1/toilet1.jpg?et=%2CsmDbtL4jx2%2B9wTxIASPIQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Forwarded by a friend...it made me smile, ahm, no...laugh! hahahaha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&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/5193682369587870322-9119895717748199909?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9119895717748199909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=9119895717748199909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/9119895717748199909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/9119895717748199909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/twilight-craziness.html' title='Twilight Craziness'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-4751784264618106646</id><published>2009-01-20T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:14:50.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I visited&lt;strong&gt; blogthings.com&lt;/strong&gt; and typed my full name. Then I got this hidden meaning of my complete name. Yes, I know myself as determined, but powerful?? Ahm, NO!! I'm not a Superwoman okay...Hahahahaha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;If you want to try this. Just visit the link below. This is c&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png"&gt;oL!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt;COLOR: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Powerful and Determined &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" width="100"&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.&lt;br&gt;You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.&lt;br&gt;You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.&lt;br&gt;You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.&lt;br&gt;At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.&lt;br&gt;You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.&lt;br&gt;You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.&lt;br&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. &lt;br&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. &lt;br&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.&lt;br&gt;You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.&lt;br&gt;You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;p&gt;Wanna have this cool thing?? Visit &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&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/5193682369587870322-4751784264618106646?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4751784264618106646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=4751784264618106646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/4751784264618106646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/4751784264618106646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-your-name-hidden-meaning.html' title='What&amp;#39;s Your Name&amp;#39;s Hidden Meaning?'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-8774121179369603680</id><published>2009-01-06T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:20:29.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madramang buhay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIREK:&lt;/strong&gt; Kunyare malungkot ka.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MON:&lt;/strong&gt; Sige po. Kayang-kaya ko po yun direk!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIREK:&lt;/strong&gt; Galingan mo para sa susunod di ka na pang extra lang, pwede ka maging bida. Lahat ng extra, pangarap yun!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MON:&lt;/strong&gt; (Utu-uto) Talaga po? Sige po...sige po...Gagalingan ko po!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIREK:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, ready...3...2...1...ROLL&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SWRhVgoKCtMAAGZ5SC81/IMG-626611.JPG?et=1YtLurosx4%2C1s51B7CeuJQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MON:&lt;/strong&gt; Direk, mukha na bang sad???&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIREK:&lt;/strong&gt; (Galit na galit) Panget!!! Hindi bagay!!! Di ka pang drama, mag comedy ka na lang!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MON:&lt;/strong&gt; That's a great idea!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;COMEDY...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SWRi5woKCtMAABG3VG01"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEVERLY:&lt;/strong&gt; (Habang nasa tricycle) Ate Mon, dahil adik ka sa picture, kukunan kita.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MON:&lt;/strong&gt; Sure!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEVERLY:&lt;/strong&gt; 1...2...3...click&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SWRi5woKCtMAABG3VG01/DSCN26581.JPG?et=J1WQunu0WCCEobGPWLoTVA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;NYAKKKKKK!!! Parang di pang comedy 'to ah. Pang horror ata!!! Wahahaha, Kahit ano pa man, dahil sa picture na 'to sobrang napasaya ko si Bev, si Mark at lalong-lalo na si Kuya/Doc Rj...pero hindi nagtatapos dyan ang lahat, dahil...na capture ni Mark ang sobrang tawang-tawa na si Kuya/Doc Rj&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SWRkSgoKCtMAADxHCPU1/DSCN26851.JPG?et=rU2CEybub3uN2%2BS5kAixQA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Vengeance is mine!! BWAHAHAHAHA...Don't worry kuya RJ, we still respect you!! Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;PS: If you're sad most of the time, I think it's time to divert your attention to happy thoughts. Come on, 2009 na!!! This year, make it a goal to be happy, joyful, cheerful, glad, content, blessed and thankful. I'm telling you...MASARAP MABUHAY so LIVE LIFE TO THE FULLEST!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smile naman dyan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;/font&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/5193682369587870322-8774121179369603680?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8774121179369603680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=8774121179369603680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/8774121179369603680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/8774121179369603680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/madramang-buhay.html' title='Madramang buhay...'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-717591206105264582</id><published>2009-01-04T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T06:51:03.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raise your child to be succesful</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#990000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I read this blog from my High School classmate Angela. I believe I have to copy and paste it so that other bloggers may read this. Especially those people who wanna be the best moms and best dads (in the future) to their kids. Thanks for sharing this Angela! I'm proud na naging classmate kita!!! hehehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#990000" size="3"&gt;P.S. Kapag umuwi ka ng Pinas, magpakita ka!!! Proud of yah!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#990000"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;I’m 23, I have no kids and I am not successful – yet.  I know you think I have no authority whatsoever to tell you how to raise your kids. I hope you won’t find my advice too presumptuous – you can take it or leave it. This is just based on how my mom raised us and from my other overachieving Asian-American friends.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have a lot of high school friends who now have their own kids. In fact, one of my best friends is giving birth later this month. This is for all of you. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For many Asian-Americans, the family is a pivotal force. It provides their main source of strength and support. I hate to repeat a cliché but here goes: It takes a village to raise a child. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Parents need to start when their children are still very young, establish the necessary values that set the stage for future success.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here’s my advice:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;#1&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline;"&gt;Love your children and praise them often.&lt;/span&gt; It boosts their self-confidence.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;#2&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline;"&gt;Teach them good values early.&lt;/span&gt; Just simple things like saying “please” and “thank you”, sharing their food and toys, being fair to siblings and playmates, can go a long way.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;#3&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline;"&gt;Instill a love for learning and education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;It’s never too early to start encouraging a love for learning in your child. Read them books before bedtime. Invest in educational toys, books and videos and monitor what they watch on TV. Don’t be like me; I watched a lot of ER and NYPD Blue as a child. :D &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Early childhood is the best time to start because young minds have an incredible capacity to absorb information. Encourage them to read widely and explore different genres. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;#4 &lt;br style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline;"&gt;Expose your children to arts &amp; culture early.&lt;/span&gt; Take them to see cultural dance presentations, theatrical plays, classical performances, etc.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;#5&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline;"&gt;You are your child’s best role model, so be an example, be enthusiastic about learning. &lt;/span&gt;Remember, learning is a lifelong process. Let your kids see you reading – be it the newspaper, a book or a recipe. If you can find the time, read with your kids. Make it a habit. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you have hobbies and a passion for something, include your children and share it with them. If you love art, take them to the museum with you. Teach them what you know. If you like fishing and camping, share these activities with your kids.  Do you remember when you were a kid and convinced that your parents secret superheroes?  Believe it or not, your kids think you are the smartest, the best and the coolest. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;#6&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline;"&gt;Treat your kids like adults.&lt;/span&gt; Include them in discussions and in decisions. Ask them for their opinion. Encourage them to speak up. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;#7&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline;"&gt;Surround your children with people who love learning and are in diverse fields.&lt;/span&gt; This will allow your kids to have a healthy respect for learning while also giving them information about various careers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;#8&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline;"&gt;Incorporate learning and education into all your kid's activities&lt;/span&gt; so that they don't associate learning primarily with school or homework.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My advice to ambitious and loving parents is this: your children will enjoy learning if you show them that learning and education is fun, rewarding, and worth your time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Teach them that learning is ESSENTIAL. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;"&gt;A love of learning is imperative to success in any field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;"&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/5193682369587870322-717591206105264582?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/717591206105264582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=717591206105264582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/717591206105264582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/717591206105264582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/raise-your-child-to-be-succesful.html' title='Raise your child to be succesful'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-4607630221097349741</id><published>2009-01-01T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:03:06.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kambas ng Lipunan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SV2PDwoKCtMAAAS2PB41"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SV2PDwoKCtMAAAS2PB41/Hapag-ng-pag-asa1.jpg?et=UhMBhkPGx%2BvZHkYRn7H0pg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lovely Painting by Joey Velasco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;A good friend (Thanks JhayR!) recommended this documentary and KABOOM...while watching, Joy is crying. &lt;em&gt;Ako?? Natulala na lang&lt;/em&gt;...reflected a bit and concluded&lt;strong&gt;..."The reason we're blessed is to bless others."&lt;/strong&gt; Ayyy...that's the best part of life...To be a blessing. This 2009, I pray that God may continue to shower His Great Love so that I may continue to shower that Great Love to every person I meet&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sigh. Ang sarap mabuhay!!! Salamat po Lord sa buhay&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;PS: Search and watch it on youtube. You'll be blessed for sure.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&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/5193682369587870322-4607630221097349741?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4607630221097349741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=4607630221097349741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/4607630221097349741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/4607630221097349741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/kambas-ng-lipunan.html' title='Kambas ng Lipunan'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-8807353670493665404</id><published>2008-12-29T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:13:31.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dearest Monette,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I know year 2007 has been a wonderful year for you and your family. You really have to thank God for that! Few days to go, you'll wake up and it's 2009. I know you have a lot of dreams to achieve, I know you have great desires inside your little heart that you want to accomplish and I'm sure that you can accomplish those tasks by God's help. You have to remember to work &lt;strong&gt;one step at a time&lt;/strong&gt;. Monette, you know that our good Lord has planned out your life. You have to trust Him. Trust Him with all your heart!! It's normal to be confused but again, you have to trust Him! He's omniscient and omnipotent so trust Him! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Monette&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The purpose of NEW YEAR is to have a NEW YOU. Hay, thank God for the blessing of life. I had a great 2007 and I know next year will be the best year of my life, my family's life, life of those people who are close in my heart, life of those people who surround me. Please Lord, teach me how to live. I wanna live right.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;This coming 2009, I know, I know...it's gonna be a GREAT, WONDERFUL, FRUITFUL YEAR for all of us. Salubungin naten ang bagong taon ng MASAYA, MAPAYAPA at MAPAGPALA. Spread the Love and Faith all year long. God bless us all!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&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/5193682369587870322-8807353670493665404?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8807353670493665404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=8807353670493665404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/8807353670493665404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/8807353670493665404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-2490324047052951521</id><published>2008-12-23T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T19:29:51.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasko sa Pinas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Never in my whole life I've experience celebrating Christmas in other country. Basta pasko, I want it here, here in our land. Dito sa Pinas. Yea, Pasko sa Pinas!! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Siguro dahil sa ibang bansa, walang Puto-bumbong, walang Bibingka, walang Christmas tree, dahil hindi masyado pinapansin ang pasko pero sa atin, basta BER month, PASKO na! hehe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm happy coz I can celebrate Christmas with my loved ones. It's a blessing and it's a decision I made as well. Just wanna share some things I've done this Yuletide season.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NIGHT MARKET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sa Baclaran. Marc went shopping, kaming lahat sabit lang. Syempre, bonding to the highest level!! Namiss kong kumain ng Quail eggs, so we ate. At ang suka ni manong, yummy!! Hehe (Sorry, medyo mahilig sa street food e)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SVGm3QoKCtMAACXS2Tk1/12232008003.jpg?et=Gt9MY02cp%2BylcPaCCbLFaQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JP, Marc and me while eating kwek-kwek&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/thumbs_up.png"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;At habang namimili kami. I heard a voice saying E-KYUT-MI, E-KYUT-MI. Parang galing sa baba ang boses so I looked down. There I saw this cute and masipag na kid.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SVGnkAoKCtMAAEIzcBg1/12232008.jpg?et=Ayv6lWW%2BOXEW9EsslmLF1Q&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;My heart was touched. Wow ang sipag-sipag ng batang ito. Madaling araw na pero siya tinutulungan niya ang kanyang papa na magtinda. I asked his father how old is his son, he said, two years old. Natuwa kaming lahat. Hehe, &lt;strong&gt;Grabe, malayo ang mararating mo kid!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Ngayong Pasko sa Pinas...let me greet you with some friends of mine with the Christmas Tree as our background, hehe&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SVGpqQoKCtMAAAGoJ@k1/snow-world.JPG?et=oWihN9Oy28cvaXrDFDVr2A&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;White Christmas sa Snow World&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SVGr0QoKCtMAAE3zu1o1/IMG-624411.JPG?et=j4EIzSuN3Ue19WZ%2CSjAoUA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With Marir Grace and Jianicka sa Intramuros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SVGpOQoKCtMAAHgyaJY1/by-the-Christmas-tree1.jpg?et=qr8dN%2CLPI0CDDURKCPo30w&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bev, Mark, Meng, yours truly and Doc Rj sa EK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;May ganyan ba sa labas??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Happy Christmas people&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&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/5193682369587870322-2490324047052951521?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2490324047052951521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=2490324047052951521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/2490324047052951521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/2490324047052951521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/pasko-sa-pinas.html' title='Pasko sa Pinas'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-5213827994270813</id><published>2008-12-21T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T10:01:29.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was magical!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Narinig niyo na ba yung kasabihan na kung ano ang ginawa mo sa pagpasok ng taon, yun ang gagawin mo sa buong taon?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PARANG GUSTO KO NG MANIWALA,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;I started 2008 (January) by attending a friend's wedding. All in all, I had four friends who got married this year but attended only three of them. Now, it's December and I'm closing the year by attending another wedding. I've witnessed creative weddings this year but never had a chance to see a beach wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Finally!! Joy, JhayR and I travelled all the way to Batangas and witnessed the day a lovely couple exchanged their vows, not in church, not in a garden but in a beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Yey!! I've witnessed a beach wedding!! And it was magical!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;More photos soon&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SU5@tQoKCtMAACxzJxs1/IMG-5523.JPG?et=eF5r9N0l1htXlJstukL%2Bvg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOY:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ate, pa-picture tayo, ikaw na lang maghawak ng flower kasi naka tube ako e, baka makita, leki-leki ko!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MON:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hahaha, Joy, tingin sa flower.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JHAYR:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;1, 2, 3 (Click)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SU6CpgoKCtMAABSQ2SY1/IMG-5498.JPG?et=iEKw7my1KfkSqEvzdzpapQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joy and I at the beach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/thumbs_up.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&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/5193682369587870322-5213827994270813?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5213827994270813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=5213827994270813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/5213827994270813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/5213827994270813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-was-magical.html' title='It was magical!'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-3171032494251092859</id><published>2008-12-18T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:12:33.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart ART</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I l0ooove ART!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I know you're gonna ask me how much I love art??? Well, I'll answer it by telling you a long story...kidding&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;When I was a kid, I used to draw people and nature. Yup, &lt;em&gt;yun ang favorite ko!!&lt;/em&gt; I remember visiting my uncle artist who used to inspire me about art stuff and kept telling me to draw and draw. He was also my number one critic! Though he didn't pursue ART as his career, he's still passionate about it! He paints portraits of people (visitors, travelers and guests) as a sideline inside a luxury ship. He gets dollarsss for that and we're all amazed everytime he brags about it. Hahaha, He's my example of a person who earns from his passion. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;When I was in Kindergarden. I received an award. Not the most diligent or studious or most behaved in class but BEST IN ART. When I reached elementary, I realized the reason I got that award was because I knew how to draw people unlike my classmates who used to draw shapes, as in shapes!! Hahaha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SUtEVwoKCtMAAE0kp@k1/IMG-63001.JPG?et=TEBxObJmdtfCLCUh27Upzw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt; this artpiece&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Medyo nanahimik ang ART world ko&lt;/em&gt; until I reached High School. I love drawing assignments and drawing projects. I didn't compete in art contest, &lt;em&gt;(Ahm, meron ata isa lang pero talo)&lt;/em&gt; coz I know a lot of students were better than me. I had a classmate who was really good &lt;em&gt;at ngayon yata e artist na siya.&lt;/em&gt; Congrats!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then I reached college. I met and was surrounded by great artists. They became my friends and some, I had a crush on. &lt;em&gt;Uyyyy, Ehem! Ehem!!&lt;/em&gt; I even received a painting  as a gift from someone special before who is a great friend now&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I don't know why I like and love art. I'm a painting fanatic and maybe because I see beyond the paints. I admire how artists give their focus, their hearts, their ALL into their artpiece. &lt;em&gt;"Yung tipong yung dugo na nila yung gagamitin nilang red paint."&lt;/em&gt; Grabe!! I adore each of them, I love the way they show their passion and love for their paintings. Grabe!! And one more thing, they know how to express themselves using their canvas, paints, brushes, creativity and imagination. I'm a verbal person &lt;em&gt;pero sila, di na kailangan mag-ingay&lt;/em&gt;, just looking and listening to their paintings, I get a glimpse of who they are. Grabe talaga!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SUtEwQoKCtMAAGAIJzk1/IMG-63071.JPG?et=wCYmxL7a4iIzLgMCLWNYRQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Mg &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt; this artpiece&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am blessed coz I know great artists and some of them are my close friends. Naks!!! &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isa kayo sa mga dahilan kung bakit napaka kulay ng ating mundo!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mabuhay kayong mga artists!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SUtFLAoKCtMAAGrmdhA1/IMG-63011.JPG?et=XQCsY%2BI2i046Qo%2BwEVmB2w&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Bonding with an artist / friend&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am grateful, &lt;em&gt;kahit hindi ako nabibilang sa mga tinatawag na artist,&lt;/em&gt; at least I have an artist name. (Libre ang mangarap!) hahaha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt; ART,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Claude Monet (Pseudonym) Hehe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&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/5193682369587870322-3171032494251092859?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3171032494251092859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=3171032494251092859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/3171032494251092859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/3171032494251092859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-heart-art.html' title='I heart ART'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-1509608845816018932</id><published>2008-12-17T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T07:41:39.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a question...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have no story today but I have a question&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What's gonna be your initial reaction if you accidentally receive a bundle of flowers (let's say a bouquet of flowers) during a wedding? And take note, you are the bridesmaid?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ako??? I'll shout with the highest pitch I could...&lt;strong&gt;OH NO!!! NOT ME PLEASE!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SUkcsAoKCtMAAC8UJHw1/293W-1711.JPG?et=u%2CPbPttTrDN8ABD8ThXBCQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;, This is my initial reaction during a game in Mona's and Ian's wedding.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;KAMPAI...&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cocktail.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&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/5193682369587870322-1509608845816018932?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1509608845816018932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=1509608845816018932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/1509608845816018932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/1509608845816018932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-question.html' title='Just a question...'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-6680407903080778790</id><published>2008-12-09T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:40:04.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Undivided Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nakabasa ka na ba ng card na tumpak sa mga gusto mong sabihin? O kaya naman, libro na tama sa puso mo yung mensahe?&lt;/em&gt; Yea, yea, yea. I know you have experienced that. Good thing I browsed &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#3333ff"&gt;christiantoday.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and found a very great poem written by Crystal C. Godfrey. I love love love it! She had written words that I wanted to say. She had scribbled passages that I really adore. For some readers, it's just a poem but for me, this is my prayer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Lord, put in me a new spirit&lt;br&gt;Remove my heart of stone&lt;br&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#3333ff"&gt;give to me a heart of flesh&lt;br&gt;That trusts in You alone&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Oh, That I may fear Your name&lt;br&gt;Each day right from the start&lt;br&gt;Oh, Lord, please give to me&lt;br&gt;An undivided heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I want a gaze that never waivers&lt;br&gt;Or loses sight of the goal&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#3333ff"&gt;To keep it's focus on obeying You&lt;br&gt;With mind and body and soul&lt;br&gt;Help me to walk in submission to Christ&lt;br&gt;In whole and not in part&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Oh, Lord, please give to me&lt;br&gt;An undivided heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I want &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#3333ff"&gt;Your joy to be my greatest strength&lt;br&gt;Your salvation my impassioned praise&lt;br&gt;Your holiness to be my way of living&lt;br&gt;For all the rest of my days&lt;br&gt;Keep me steadfast in doing Your work&lt;br&gt;And following the course that You chart&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, Lord, please give to me&lt;br&gt;An undivided heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#3333ff"&gt;Teach me to daily die to self&lt;br&gt;And to spend much time in prayer&lt;br&gt;That I may be discerning of those around me&lt;br&gt;And treat them with genuine care&lt;br&gt;I want to be totally true to You&lt;br&gt;To wear your righteousness as my mark&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, Lord, please give to me&lt;br&gt;An undivided heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I want to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#3333ff"&gt;live the time You've given me&lt;br&gt;Committed fully to Your purpose and call&lt;br&gt;Lord, consume me with Your awesome presence&lt;br&gt;Cause me on my knees to fall&lt;br&gt;And bow to Your desire for my life&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Let no circumstance keep us apart&lt;br&gt;Oh, Lord, please give to me&lt;br&gt;An undivided heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;This is what I pray. May God answer my prayer&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&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/5193682369587870322-6680407903080778790?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6680407903080778790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=6680407903080778790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/6680407903080778790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/6680407903080778790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/undivided-heart.html' title='An Undivided Heart'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-7194180990751231045</id><published>2008-12-08T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:27:58.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOK-SAK Presyo talaga!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It’s our &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1228803511_1" style="BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%;CURSOR: hand;BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none;"&gt;last chance&lt;/span&gt; to grab our favorite books at the lowest prices ever! On December 12-14, there is a Christmas Clearance Sale at National Bookstore Market! Market! Playzone. We won’t find better deals on this year’s top-selling titles dahil BOOK-SAK presyo talaga! We can get books for as low as Php20. (Source: Email I recieved from Laking National)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I think Anvil Publishing has this Christmas Sale also for book lovers. I saw them at Intramuros. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Instead of singing &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let it snow, let it snow, let it snow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...I wanna sing, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let it sale, let it sale, let it sale!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Enjoy the Sale Season este Christmas Season!! Hahaha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&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/5193682369587870322-7194180990751231045?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7194180990751231045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=7194180990751231045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/7194180990751231045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/7194180990751231045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/book-sak-presyo-talaga_08.html' title='BOOK-SAK Presyo talaga!'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-7208681071239915400</id><published>2008-12-02T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T02:00:18.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures talk, you just have to listen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Are you a photo fanatic? If you are, what's your favorite subject? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Salamat sa DG cams and mobile cams, we can now manage to take photos of anything. People, nature, etc, etc. Parehas ba tayong mahilig sa pictures? Aamin ka ba? hahaha, I remember the funny text message I received before. It's about the three nationalities inside an art museum. The two nationalities adored the art piece. They said words like, "Fantastic and Marvelous!" And a Filipino uttered, "Ganda! Picture tayo pang Friendster!" Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Yes, it's us. Pinoys love pictures. We love pictures&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt; I just wanna share with you the photos I captured during Spring Season in Tokyo last year. I miss these!!! Huhuhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/STZMugoKCtMAAH5N2HU1/Image0571.jpg?et=IPYMMvJS1%2CLBLHP8iYVbOQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Habang naglalakad sa isang park sa Tokyo. Nakakita ako ng SAKURA sa ground also known as Cherry Blossoms. Since mainit ang araw, I was very sure at that time na kayang-kaya kong i-capture ang aking shaddow. Yes!!! I did it, yun nga lang, dala ko pala ang aking knapsack so instead of a gorgeous photo, it ended up...eto. Well, ganda pa rin. Kanya-kanyang perspective lang yan! Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/STZTqAoKCtMAAFSofgc1/446352077l1.jpg?et=fdfvN4iYyTWH8xI0NfQU5Q&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nakakita ako ng isang spot na perfect for me to capture Sakura. I told my mom and my brother to smile habang ina-anggulo ko talaga yung shot. I love love love this shot. Perfect for a mother and son, may halo talagang drama. It says so much! I asked Marc to take a picture of me however he didn't get the shot that I wanted. Okay lang, sila na lang (",)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/STZUlwoKCtMAAGfNb3M1/1-596906739l1.jpg?et=1qJuOFUBU%2BtV6SdzzAnJfg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Marc and I went to Sea Paradise. Manila Ocean Park version sa Pilipinas. Again, I saw this spot and told him to look up and there, another great shot! Ang sarap tignan ng shot na 'to maybe because I was there and everytime I see this, I always remember the relaxing place.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's my desire to take pictures of people (that includes me!) and others like nature that are worth taking pictures with coz I believe that pictures are memories that will never fade. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Teka, memories ba nagfi-fade?? Hmmm, ibang usapan yan! Magpi-pray na lang ako...Lord, sana po, may magbenta ng DSLR or SLR na sobrang mura. Tsaka sana po good steward siya at pwedeng two or three gives pa. Sana din po, tamaan ang dapat tamaan! Hahaha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&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/5193682369587870322-7208681071239915400?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7208681071239915400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=7208681071239915400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/7208681071239915400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/7208681071239915400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/pictures-talk-you-just-have-to-listen.html' title='Pictures talk, you just have to listen.'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-8865545257896564130</id><published>2008-11-29T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T06:52:36.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Single pa din?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I received a question before and that question was "Monette, what makes you love a man?" Hmmm, I never answered that question until now. (&lt;em&gt;Medyo maselan kasi yang topic na yan for me e, showbiz? Haha)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then I received a message from a highschool acquaintance, he said, &lt;em&gt;"Nette, musta na? Single pa din hanggang ngayon?"&lt;/em&gt; Ouch!! I was stunned. I don't want to answer him back and I don't know why. But I did. Yes, I answered him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I agree with the saying &lt;strong&gt;"Only fools rush. The greatest and most important things in life should be thought of with highest wisdom handled with utmost care through a road less traveled. The way seems narrow, but the journey and the destination is worth it all."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Kaya may mga bagay talaga sa mundo na dapat na pag-isipan ng hundred and thousand times katulad na lang ng isang relationship with someone special. Yes, I am in this stage of my life where I get to mingle and make friends with guys and I am just amazed how God created them!! The way they care, the way they express themselves, the way they keep secrets and the way they trust you as their good confidante. They are awesome!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;There are just some things that are not worth rushing especially if you want them to last forever. So, for singles like me (O ayan HS acquaintance, I answered your question&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;), two words...&lt;strong&gt;SLOW DOWN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/STFWAAoKCtMAAHj4MHM1/1-179990016l1.jpg?et=7mgefhkljMqJ9HRuvTs4LA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The smile of a person who is making the most of her single years, hehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Enjoy the happy life people&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5193682369587870322-8865545257896564130?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8865545257896564130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=8865545257896564130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/8865545257896564130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/8865545257896564130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/single-pa-din.html' title='Single pa din?'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-9200708633478022861</id><published>2008-11-26T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T06:24:56.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Byahe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We travel everyday. By jeepney, by tricycle, by bus, by taxi, by train, by car or by foot. Hehe. &lt;em&gt;Napag-isipan mo na ba ang kadalasang ginagawa mo habang nasa byahe??&lt;/em&gt; Well, ako "OO.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;1. I read&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I always have a book inside my bag. Dapat daw productive so I think there's no better way to be productive by learning while traveling. But my lola doesn't agree with me on this. Her reason is, &lt;em&gt;"nakakalabo daw ng mata."&lt;/em&gt; It could be, but you can stop reading while the transpo is in motion, right?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;2. I eat&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Not all the time. But sometimes, I buy biscuits or whatever junk I can put inside my mouth. I know someone who loves to eat and he can never travel without food inside his bag. &lt;em&gt;Astig na hobby yun!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;3. I smile and then talk&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I do this most of the time. I smile and a stranger is not a stranger anymore but a friend. You never know what your smile can bring. It brings a great message to people that you're an approcahable person. Hehe, so smile and then have a small talk, exchange business cards and then add mo sa friendster and make him/her a friend.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;4. I watch people&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I do this sometimes especially if I'm a little tired. I just sit on my seat and watch people. &lt;em&gt;Yung iba tulog at take note, nakabukas pa bibig, yung iba text lang ng text, yung iba, kagaya ko na nakikinood din.&lt;/em&gt; Hehe, it's fun coz you get to see people's facial expressions and some of their moods. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;5. I sleep&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Yea, I do this most of the time especially going home after office hours. This is perilous however sometimes I can't help it but sleep.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now, I wanna say good night coz I'm sleepy...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Zzzzz Zzzzz&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&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/5193682369587870322-9200708633478022861?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9200708633478022861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=9200708633478022861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/9200708633478022861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/9200708633478022861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/byahe.html' title='Byahe...'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-8310750423949032509</id><published>2008-11-21T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T07:52:46.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was definitely a HAPPY BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;I have another year to experience the best things of life. Yes, I am confessing, again, again, again. The best things of life! Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;A good friend of mine asked me how I celebrated my birthday. Last year, I celebrated it in a hospital (attending my lola's needs and taking good care of her). But this year, it was definitely different!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMBUSH BIRTHDAY on Nov. 18, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;It was a night to remember! My grade school barkada (Jianicka, MG, Sarah and Janssen) visited and ambushed ME! Hahaha, nadamay na rin si Marc. Imagine, it was late at night and we went to Cavite. Yay! Tawa dito, tawa dun. Halakhak dito, halakhak dun. Tukso dito, tukso dun. Asar dito, asar dun. We know each other well kaya oks na oks lang mang-asar! hahaha. Everytime we see each other, walang katapusang reminisce of the old days. Parang kelan lang nga naman tapos ngayon, we've aged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SSbWrAoKCtMAABurH8A1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SSbWrAoKCtMAABurH8A1/IMG-6032.JPG?et=clrRPqhLCyK7f17rwsv79A&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&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/5193682369587870322-8310750423949032509?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8310750423949032509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=8310750423949032509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/8310750423949032509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/8310750423949032509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-was-definitely-happy-birthday.html' title='It was definitely a HAPPY BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-3244235914609891685</id><published>2008-11-15T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T05:05:48.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We visited some relatives from Bulacan. I saw some childhood friends of mine and come on, time flies, &lt;em&gt;may mga chikitings na sila!&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I asked one little boy his name. The boy answered, "Majimbo," and I turned to the other boy and asked the same question, he answered, "Lupin." I asked where's "Fujiko?" then laughed to the highest level. Hahaha, Again, I asked the boys their serious names, the boys answered me..."Roberto," "Cervantes." &lt;em&gt;Nyakkk!!! Pambihirang mga bansag yan o!&lt;/em&gt; I laughed and laughed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SSAZygoKCtMAAA-RlpU1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SSAZygoKCtMAAA-RlpU1/11152008005.jpg?et=KCWAkGYv2foq3Zkv1W1mHw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pajama Sa Palaisdaan (Wink) hehehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Salamat sa weekend!! I spent it with some humble people with glorious seafoods!! Namets!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&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/5193682369587870322-3244235914609891685?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3244235914609891685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=3244235914609891685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/3244235914609891685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/3244235914609891685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-in-name.html' title='What&amp;#39;s in a name?'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-7422748953480417369</id><published>2008-11-06T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T06:56:25.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishing the day well</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I think I started my day right today. I"m not saying that I'm not starting everyday right okay. But today is just a different day! It was awesome.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Inside the elevator of our office building, I saw a very dignified man! We were pllenty inside the elevator but he smiled at me and asked me, "Are you from Globe??"(Our office is located in Global Towers). I did my friendsliest smile and answered him, "No sir." He smiled back and asked me another question, "So, you're from what office?" I said, "7th Floor, Ultimate, Events." Then he smiled again and said, "Yea, yea, yea!" He waved his right hand and said "Good day!" then went out of the elevator. I asked the one lady, "Kilala mo yun?" She said, "VP yun ng Globe." &lt;em&gt;Ayayay!! (Sana pala nagpa-impress ako baka mamaya magbigay ng free load) hahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I went to an Advertising Agency today and again, I met the CEO without noticing that she's the CEO. Tsk, tsk, tsk! Buti na lang she was so kind! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Again it was a great day! Everything went well for me today. I also bought my new MAC foundation with free samples of liquid foundation, make-up remover, etc. Make-ups are my happiness these days!! Hahaha &lt;em&gt;(Masarap magpaganda, yung tipong feel na feel mong dalaga ka! hahaha)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;And of course, it's not gonna be complete without a dinner with my officemates Gian and Christine in Cravings at Shangri-la mall. FYI: Cravings is celebrating their 20 years anniversary and as a treat to their loyal customers, tomorrow, November 7, 2008 (Happy Birthday Coy!!) those customers who are wearing orange attire (blouse/shirt and pants or dress) will get their meal automatically for free. &lt;em&gt;Yung medyo nahihiya at ayaw mapagtawanan&lt;/em&gt;, just wear one significant orange item (blouse/shirt or pants) will get 20% off on their bill.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now, the question is...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;HOW ORANGE CAN YOU GET???&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Let's see, let's see&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&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/5193682369587870322-7422748953480417369?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7422748953480417369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=7422748953480417369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/7422748953480417369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/7422748953480417369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/finishing-day-well.html' title='Finishing the day well'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-7867151698643046620</id><published>2008-10-24T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T07:55:02.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Status update:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SQHeKwoKCtMAACtmrPY1/1-998636231l1.jpg?et=u9Ignop4C8iyQZCi5V%2BqtQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Been thinking lately. I am thankful for God's every blessing. Great and Funny &lt;strong&gt;FAMILY&lt;/strong&gt;, True and Good-influence &lt;strong&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt;, Wise and Understanding &lt;strong&gt;MENTORS&lt;/strong&gt;, a Funny and Godly &lt;strong&gt;BOSS,&lt;/strong&gt; a wonderful &lt;strong&gt;JOB&lt;/strong&gt; (Loving what I do and doing what I love). Hayy,&lt;em&gt; lahat talaga kayang daanin sa prayer, tangible man or intangible.&lt;/em&gt; Thank God!!! Now, my status...I wanna declare, &lt;strong&gt;I DON'T WANT TO GAIN THE WHOLE WORLD AND LOSE MY SOUL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;A-men &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&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/5193682369587870322-7867151698643046620?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7867151698643046620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=7867151698643046620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/7867151698643046620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/7867151698643046620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/10/status-update.html' title='Status update:'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-1368590906111012595</id><published>2008-10-21T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T08:07:22.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It all started with a broken slippers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;I rode a jeep, I was the second passenger. The first person who came first in the jeepney was the woman beside me. Then came the third woman, while she was stepping, she left the one pair of her slippers (yung sa kaliwang paa). It was broken so she picked it up, sat in front of the woman beside me and we heard her, &lt;em&gt;“Tsk, tsk, tsk.”&lt;/em&gt; Out of a kind heart, the woman beside me reached her little pouch and said, &lt;em&gt;“Ms. Eto perdible o. Ikabit mo. Kaya pa yan!”&lt;/em&gt; Then the woman said, &lt;em&gt;“salamat, grabe!”&lt;/em&gt; I was just watching while they were exchanging little conversations. Then the woman with the broken pair of slippers said, &lt;em&gt;“Hay, lugi ako. Di nako bibili nito, &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;sana&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; nag Banana peel na lang ako, Havaianas pa naman ‘to tapos ganito.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;I can’t control myself so I interrupted both of them and said, &lt;em&gt;“Ha? Havaianas yan? Shocks!”&lt;/em&gt; (I remembered Meng, hehehe.) Then&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;conversations went on and on.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;I was just impressed how the woman beside me helped the woman in front of her. She even said that she’s always ready. She had safety pins on her little pouch, nail cutter, little scissors and a &lt;em&gt;white flower&lt;/em&gt; in case someone in front fo her collapsed, yes, she experienced it! She told us the story of a girl who collapsed inside MRT. It was funny! She also told us that white flower is very useful, in case she smells bad odors inside the train, she'll get her white flower and it was a big help. Hehe, She had other stuff that made me think of her as a girl scout. &lt;em&gt;Laging handa talaga!&lt;/em&gt; I asked if she had band-aids, she said no. Or maybe she had &lt;em&gt;panunuli, tsane, etc.&lt;/em&gt; Then the woman with a&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;broken one pair of slippers asked if she has Betadine, we were just joking around and laughing inside the jeepney. A cute guy was seated on my left but I didn’t mind him coz the conversation was going stronger and stronger. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;I told her I have band-aids and lomotil in my wallet. We just wowed each other. Hehehe. It ended up exchanging calling cards and who knows, maybe a great friendship one day. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;I had a wonderful night tonight. I met new people again. &lt;em&gt;Walang ubusang enerhiya ito!&lt;/em&gt; I was also blessed coz tonight is my first time to attend an office connect group, Bible Study with professionals and I’ve learned a lot. &lt;em&gt;Hayyy… Kakabless!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Sabi nga ni kuya Simon, one insightful professional, &lt;strong&gt;Today is a gift that's why it's called present.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ayyy, super gift sakin 'tong araw na 'to. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/thumbs_up.png"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/o: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/5193682369587870322-1368590906111012595?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1368590906111012595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=1368590906111012595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/1368590906111012595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/1368590906111012595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-all-started-with-broken-slippers.html' title='It all started with a broken slippers'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-4479790557605881492</id><published>2008-10-11T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T09:18:25.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Join us!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SPDRVgoKCtMAABRDAbw1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SPDRVgoKCtMAABRDAbw1/1-821522381l1.jpg?et=q2c4BML%2ChPNYJIY4UvbGFA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Hope to see you there (",)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5193682369587870322-4479790557605881492?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4479790557605881492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=4479790557605881492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/4479790557605881492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/4479790557605881492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/10/join-us.html' title='Join us!!'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-3659915560733206688</id><published>2008-10-10T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T07:35:24.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing with Joy and Joy's camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;I saw a great spot. Since I was holding Joy's camera, I clicked and captured the great scene. (Tama ba yung purihin ang sariling gawa?? Hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SO9jkAoKCtMAADxmJ7w1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SO9jkAoKCtMAADxmJ7w1/DSCN3841.JPG?et=rZxs4M5xElRPXJ74FhTD5w&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was a great scene indeed!! But I was unhappy, I needed a person, I needed a model, I needed my sister Joy who was on the waiting shed relaxing. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conversation:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mon:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Pssst, Joy, halika, tumayo ka dito. Lagay mo yung mga kamay mo sa bewang mo tapos kunyare naglalakad ka tapos tatawagin kita, pag tawag ko, sabay lingon. Don't forget, one foot forward ah para mag mukhang natural.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ah, hahahaha, yun lang pala e. Peram shades??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Without a doubt, I captured the shot I desired. It looked s0oo natural. Thanks my model!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SO9kAwoKCtMAAEraB041"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SO9kAwoKCtMAAEraB041/DSCN3842.JPG?et=v2Mmvakit1jW4yI9LtSXbQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yun pala feeling ni God when He made you and me. He saw that everything He made was excellent in every way. Naks!! I felt that my shot was excellent in a way. Hehehe, Mana-mana lang yan, He's my Father anyway&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&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/5193682369587870322-3659915560733206688?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3659915560733206688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=3659915560733206688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/3659915560733206688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/3659915560733206688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/10/playing-with-joy-and-joy-camera.html' title='Playing with Joy and Joy&amp;#39;s camera'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-2701043740415079109</id><published>2008-10-06T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T13:03:05.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rescuing Hug</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Maybe you've read about it or maybe you've heard about it. Maybe someone sent you an email before but I just love love the story of this twin girls Brielle and Kyrie. I've read a book before where the author mentioned it until I watched an inspirational talk and the speaker mentioned it again. I even reread that part of the book just to verify it. I think this story is really worth sharing. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SOps2woKCtMAADFlQ241/twinshugging1.jpg?et=qDrYOEi3%2BcgbrQb8NmzLuQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Palatia, Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heidi and Paul Jackson's twin girls, Brielle and Kyrie, were born October 17, 1995, 12 weeks ahead of their due date. Standard hospital practice is to place preemie twins in separate incubators to reduce the risk of infection. that was done for the Jackson girls in the neonatal intensive care unit at The Medical Center of Central Massachusetts in Worcester.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Palatia, Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kyrie, the larger sister at two pounds, three ounces, quickly began gaining weight and calmly sleeping her newborn days away. But Brielle, who weighed only two pounds at birth, couldn't keep up with her. She had breathing and heart-rate problems. The oxygen level in her blood was low, and her weight gain was slow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Palatia, Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suddenly, on November 12, Brielle went into critical condition. She began gasping for breath, and her face and stick-thin arms and legs turned bluish-gray. Her heart rate was way up, and she got hiccups, a dangerous sign that her body was under stress. Her parents watched, terrified that she might die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Palatia, Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nurse Gayle Kasparian tried everything she could think of to stabilize Brielle. She suctioned her breathing passages and turned up the oxygen flow to the incubator. Still Brielle squirmed and fussed as her oxygen intake plummeted and her heart rate soared.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Palatia, Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then Kasparian remembered something she had heard from a colleague. It was a procedure, common in parts of Europe but almost unheard of in this country, that called for double-bedding multiple-birth babies, especially preemies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Palatia, Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kasparian's nurse manager, Susan Fitzback, was away at a conference, and the arrangement was unorthodox. But Kasparian decided to take the risk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Palatia, Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Let me just try putting Brielle in with her sister to see if that helps," she said to the alarmed parents. "I don't know what else to do."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Palatia, Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Jacksons quickly gave the go-ahead, and Kasparian slipped the squirming baby into the incubator holding the sister she hadn't seen since birth. Then Kasparian and the Jacksons watched.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Palatia, Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No sooner had the door of the incubator closed then Brielle snuggled up to Kyrie - and calmed right down. Within minutes Brielle's blood-oxygen readings were the best they had been since she was born. As she dozed, Kyrie wrapped her tiny arm around her smaller sibling. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Palatia, Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LESSON LEARNED:&lt;/strong&gt; Let's not live a self-centered life, instead, let's be a blessing to other people. Financially?? Why not if you have the money to bless. But even a hug to a friend will do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Palatia, Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica;"&gt;Hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Palatia, Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica;"&gt;Monette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Palatia, Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Palatia, Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica;"&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/5193682369587870322-2701043740415079109?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2701043740415079109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=2701043740415079109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/2701043740415079109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/2701043740415079109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/10/rescuing-hug.html' title='A Rescuing Hug'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-9060729113886931178</id><published>2008-10-03T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T01:28:01.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasaporte</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SOcnRgoKCtMAAAqrC7g1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SOcnRgoKCtMAAAqrC7g1/04102008.jpg?et=mpUJAXiPo1xYWP6oK8GdXg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sa wakas! After months of laziness, naasikaso ko rin ang expired kong passport. Salamat sa connections at hindi ko na kinailangan pang pumila ng pagkahaba-haba at halos isang araw para lang sa passport ko. (Hahaha, I remember those days, ewww!) Now, I have my renewed passport. No plans of traveling yet but definitely for the coming years. Thank you Lord! &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Comment: I think it's better except the color. Hmmm, meron bang pink? Hahaha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&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/5193682369587870322-9060729113886931178?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9060729113886931178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=9060729113886931178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/9060729113886931178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/9060729113886931178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/10/pasaporte.html' title='Pasaporte'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-738489719253416058</id><published>2008-09-30T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T05:51:33.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons to celebrate</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Masayang maging masaya, di ba? I'm hearing a lot of good news from friends and they make me s0oo proud of them and s0oo happy for them. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I'm happy for...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The New Relationship of Kuya K and ate Sheila&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Finally, after million of years, hahaha, ate Sheila said her YES to kuya K. Yihiiiii!!! She texted me na sila na, come on! Sa totoo lang hindi rin ako nagulat kasi medyo dun naman din yun pupunta e. Inip na inip na talaga kami pero finally, they're now ehem, Jowa? Hahaha, I'm celebrating with you guys!! Super duper happy for both of you. Enjoy the season of courting. Hehehe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coy's Career Advancement&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Super proud ako kay Coy, galing-galing!! She passed the exam for Indesign CS2 and now she's an Adobe Expert, naks! Dati, we're just talking about our plans and there, she accomplished it. She's now a Software Engineer. So proud of you Coy!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark Abat's Plans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mark told me thru chat that he's going to Saudi next year to study. Astig!!! Palibhasa, he's a born genius, (yung street nga nila, Calculus St. e, grabe! Peace tayo Mark!) kaya he passed the scholarship. We're super duper proud of you Mark!! I know malayong-malayo pa ang mararating mo! Always give the glory to the giver of knowledge, okie? Congrats ulit!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Coz I'm doing a freelance in Production work. I love every minute of it and at the same time, get compensated. Hehehe, I'm meeting a lot of people these days. Great personalities and gorgeous people. I'm learning a lot these days too. Though I have a boss like Anne Hathaway's boss in Devil Wears Prada (male version of Meryll Streep), that's fine! I'm learning a lot from him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and finally...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm happy for &lt;strong&gt;TOMORROW!!&lt;/strong&gt; Coz it's holiday and this time is a great time to bond with my siblings barkada. I miss them a lot since I've been involved in a lot of activities at work these past days.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Again, there's so many reasons to celebrate!! Though marami tayong struggles everyday, let's focus on the positive side of life. Sa mga nabanggit, manlibre kayo!!! Hahahaha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Love you all friends&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&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/5193682369587870322-738489719253416058?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/738489719253416058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=738489719253416058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/738489719253416058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/738489719253416058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/reasons-to-celebrate.html' title='Reasons to celebrate'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-3891625123019345423</id><published>2008-09-15T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:38:20.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The reasons I blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" color="#ff0000" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"They say a written word never dies. That's a consoling thought because maybe later on these words I've written will live on." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" color="#ff6666" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(An excerpt from Cecilia Manguerra Brainard's Diary, August 15, 1963)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" size="5"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;Today is September 16 and what’s special about this date? Well, this is the date I started blogging. Yes, it was September 16, 2006 so I’ve been blogging for two years now. Even though I feel tired, stressed and really worn out, I experience relaxation every time I face this laptop computer and express my heart out. Thanks to Citizen Journalism!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;Of course there are dangers in telling the cyber world citizens about my personal life, I still blog though and that is because I want to document my life. Below are my four specific reasons why I love blogging:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.To update my friends what’s happening in my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman';mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;mso-fareast-language: KO;mso-ansi-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language: AR-SA;"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;I have friends around the globe, friends who are currently living, working, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;studying in different countries. Thank God for the internet coz because of this, we can update each other’s lives. Yes, we chat, we send messages but sometimes, schedules won’t permit it so you better blog it. Thru blogs, I get to share whatever experiences I had experienced. Whatever good feeling I’ve felt, what I am up to, basically, everything that’s happening to me. It feels good if they write comments, but even if they didn’t, it’s nice to see their headshots because they viewed my latest photo and blog entry. I know you felt this thing. Hehe&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. To inspire other people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;I love, admire and salute those people who inspire other people. I am one of their products!! Yes, I lived all my life, my childhood days, my teenage years, my youth days full of inspiration and maybe that’s the reason why I want to be like them. I believe that life is never perfect or else we’ll stop learning. And this blog of mine exists because I want to bring inspiration to everyone. I want every person who visits my site to be blessed, happy, fulfilled and inspired. I pray that I somehow bring a little inspiration to every person who visits my site. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;May each of them see the beauty and abundance of life, just the way I see it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. To share great ideas, lessons learned, wonderful insights and the funny side of life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;I believe in the Biblical principle of sowing and reaping. Each of us will reap what we have sown. Book sharing, movie sharing, insightful quotations sharing, everything I know, I just want to share it! As I share knowledge, I know I’ll reap knowledge too. I share my travel experiences, the funny memories I got, honestly, everything! I find pleasure in sharing those stuff. At the end of the day, I am thankful coz I’ve gained as much as I’ve given out.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. To write a love letter for my future children&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;Sooner or later, I’ll get married. (Sure naman yun! Hehe) I’ll have my own family and for sure, I’ll be a story-teller to my future kids. So before I forget the details of everything that I’ve experienced, I need to make it sure that I stored it in my multiply site. I want my future children to know what their mother thinks when she was young. I want them to be informed of the good old days. I want them to know the books I’ve read, the movies I’ve watched, the places I’ve visited, the people I’ve met, the issues and the topics that caught my attention as a young person, all these in my generation. I find it a wise thing coz sometimes, I tend to forget things, that’s weird but it happens.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;I believe that a person has to know the objectives before doing things. Like, why you go to this university, why you study, why you take that course, why you make friends with this person, why you allow this guy to treat you special, etc, etc. Before, I started blogging, I made it sure that I know my reasons why I blog. I want to be responsible of whatever I put out on the internet and I don’t want to dispense negative energy into the cyber world. I made it sure that I’m happy and not problematic every time I face this laptop. Thank God for the happiness that He’s giving me coz I am most of the time happy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;Now to my blogger friends, or even my online buddies, I challenge you to put just good stuff in your blogs, never put down people or you might get hurt by it as well, never to tell a lie or you might get disrespect and again remember this Biblical principle: You will reap what you sow.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;Happy blogging people (",)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;and &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;Happy 2&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;years old,&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Pink Memoirs (",)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; 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Finally, I saw NAIA 3. Take note, it’s gigantic and super clean! I went to the restroom and again, take note, it’s also super clean and super bango! Hmmm, Hehehe&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;Joy has a lot of stories to tell. She counted her blessings today. I wanna share it to you for you to be blessed coz I myself was blessed after listening to her. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST: Cab Fare-&lt;/strong&gt; The normal fare from her place to Mactan airport is Php250. She asked the cab driver if she can get a discount since she’s a student. He agreed and she saved Php50. That’s the wonderful art of negotiation! Haha&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SECOND: Excess Baggage-&lt;/strong&gt; From knapsack to carry-on bags, she had it. She texted me, “Ate, mukhang mag-e excess baggage ako. Ang dami kong dala.” I asked her the normal kilo, she told me it’s 15 kilos only but she has more than that. Then she texted back, “kailangang agahan ko sa airport kasi makikipag kaibigan ako sa konti ang dala.” (Tama ba yun?) When she arrived she told me her story. She was allowed up to 20 kilos since she booked her flight early compare to others. The rest excess baggage, napakiusapan na lang. (Sa mga maraming bagahe lagi pag umaalis, you know that it is a blessing!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIRD: Delayed Flight- &lt;/strong&gt;They announced that the flight will be delayed. If you’re like Joy who is so excited to go home, it is definitely an irritation but she was patient enough tS wait. Truly, a good attitude is a factor, patience is a virtue. She heard her name and ayun, pasok sa original departure time. She arrived in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Manila&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; the exact time we were expecting it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOURTH: Naiwan na box-&lt;/strong&gt; We were already at home when she noticed that she left a box at the airport. I asked her if it’s important, she told me her yes so we went back to NAIA. Buti na lang, malapit kami sa airport! There, she claimed it! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIFTH: Good Weather-&lt;/strong&gt; It’s raining cats and dogs and really it’s never a good condition to travel by plane with some turbulence. Everything can be controlled except the weather, so Joy was really thankful to God for the great weather today. She left &lt;st1:place&gt;Cebu&lt;/st1:place&gt; in sunny day and arrived in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Manila&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; with few rain drops.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;Hay, I am ultimately happy coz Marc is on my left and Joy is on my right. (I am including my little cousin JC who is currently my best friend) We are complete again!! Hehehe, Being an ATE is one of the best jobs in the world, maybe next to motherhood. I loved it ever since! I am an ATE who listens to my siblings stories every night and day, an ATE who cares for my siblings 24-7, an ATE who picks up her younger sister from the airport and goes back again, so on and so on. It’s never gonna end. I will always be an ATE even though they are already married, they have children and until I am alive, they can always count on me and I am always here for them. (Ang drama!) It’s just a new revelation. Hehe&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SMx3nQoKCtMAAF6gHXU1/DSCN4275.JPG?et=oKsbAzrW6GBjMWKB1IIZuQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the huge NAIA 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;So lesson learned today: &lt;strong&gt;Love your siblings. Be their greatest friend and confidant.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&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/5193682369587870322-2366887507491321092?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2366887507491321092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=2366887507491321092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/2366887507491321092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/2366887507491321092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/complete-again.html' title='Complete again'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-8421537893906636953</id><published>2008-09-09T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:51:42.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(",)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SMdQIQoKCtMAAGoQBJw1/1-706570093l1.jpg?et=wCeRbcJowVAKcdYMJSPJFQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Few more nights and my labidabs funny twin sister is here. Excited? Superrrrrrrrr!! Hehehe. I have a favor to ask, since it's raining cats and dogs these past days, please pray with me for her safe travel. Thanks!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Enjoy the day kahit maulan&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&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/5193682369587870322-8421537893906636953?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8421537893906636953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=8421537893906636953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/8421537893906636953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/8421537893906636953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='(&amp;quot;,)'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-8850627053439527077</id><published>2008-09-09T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T08:28:09.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halo-halo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nakakatuwa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Kaninang umaga, nakakita ko ng cute na bata. Katapat ko siya sa jeep galing MOA. Nasa right niya ang kanyang cute daddy at nasa left niya naman ang kanyang pretty mommy. At ang kanyang itchura, mukha siyang cartoon character!! It's not negative, kung pwede ko lang siyang kuhanan ng picture, ginawa ko na. I find him really cute!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nakaka-inis...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pano ba naman kasi yung bus na nasakyan ko, yung driver at kundoktor hindi nagsasalita, tinanong ng katapat ko sa bus kung saan iikot, hindi sumagot. Sinubukan kong magtanong, aba, wala pa ring sagot. Tapos binaba kami sa hindi tamang babaan, sa gitna ng kalsada. Tama ba yun? Mali! Mali! At dahil umulan pa, may mga part na baha na. Ay naku mga manongSS. Masayahin akong tao pero pag ganyan, mukhang malulungkot ako.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a day...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Halo-halo ang araw na 'to. Masaya ko coz I feel so blessed pero ang pinakamasarap at pinakamasaya sa lahat, e yung maging blessing ka sa ibang tao. Sa lahat ng nangyari today, happy ending pa rin! Thank God for this day! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Good night&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&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/5193682369587870322-8850627053439527077?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8850627053439527077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=8850627053439527077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/8850627053439527077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/8850627053439527077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/halo-halo.html' title='Halo-halo'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-7657265741400648110</id><published>2008-09-04T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T02:56:12.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's BER MONTH!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="3"&gt;Conversation:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My conscience:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Naririnig mo na ba?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ang alin?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My conscience:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ang Christmas songs sa mga pampublikong lugar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ahhh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My conscience:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Naririnig mo na?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hindi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My conscience:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Nye!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;(Commercial lang po from Safeguard, hahaha)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;***********************************&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;Aren’t you excited? It’s BER month already!! I remember last year, I also blogged about this BER MONTH thing. It’s obvious, I am excited!! Why?? Coz, &lt;strong&gt;Number&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;one,&lt;/strong&gt; my birthday is coming soon, yo yo yo!!! &lt;strong&gt;Number two,&lt;/strong&gt; I’m excited to see my inaanaks, &lt;em&gt;naglakihan na naman sila for sure!&lt;/em&gt; Another yo yo yo!!! And last but certainly not the least, my &lt;strong&gt;Number three&lt;/strong&gt; reason, it’s Christmas Time, for the third time, say yo yo yo with me! Louder please, hahaha. (Nababaliw na ‘ko!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;Seriously, my favorite season is fast-approaching! Christmas is all about &lt;strong&gt;GIVING GIFTS,&lt;/strong&gt; all about &lt;strong&gt;FAMILIES,&lt;/strong&gt; all about &lt;strong&gt;CHILDREN,&lt;/strong&gt; all about &lt;strong&gt;SHARING LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; and most importantly, it’s all about the &lt;strong&gt;BIRTH OF OUR SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST. &lt;/strong&gt;He's&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;not just a history, He’s real!! He saved you and me from our sins because of His great love for both you and me so be thankful and be excited.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;Hayyy (Sigh of relief), in four months time, we’re going to end 2008, &lt;strong&gt;BUT,&lt;/strong&gt; there’s an all caps &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;, hehe, 2008 is not finished yet so we still can accomplish a lot in these remaining months. Let’s push hard to get things done. Let’s push hard to make our goals and plans for this year to happen. Bottomline, let’s end 2008 with a bang!!! Thank God for this wonderful gift of time, for this wonderful gift of life, for the great relationships we have. I don’t have to wait for December 25 to appreciate the gift of this dear life of mine, I have to do it now. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;I wish I am the first to greet you, with the coolest smile I could give and with the sweetest voice I could make, I wish you could hear me…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SMEAwAoKCtMAAHmuJfo1/EfWwWqj21.jpg?et=627Hxia2OQHRdT78qHcIwQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(with bloated eyes and bloated lower lip, hehehe)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Advance Happy Yuletide Season everyone!!!!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5193682369587870322-7657265741400648110?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7657265741400648110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=7657265741400648110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/7657265741400648110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/7657265741400648110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-ber-month.html' title='It&amp;#39;s BER MONTH!!'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-5527113042557944724</id><published>2008-09-04T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T04:55:17.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mind Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hungry fro knowledge? Good news! We're gonna have our very own, world class Mind Museum. When? I don't know. The corporations, artists, designers, architects, scientists are so excited with this BIG project, and hey, don't forget me, as a student of life, Yes, I am s0ooooooo excited!!!! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now click on this: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YU4EZhwrhfw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YU4EZhwrhfw&lt;/a&gt; and watch. Salamat sa nag-upload. Astig!!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&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/5193682369587870322-5527113042557944724?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5527113042557944724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=5527113042557944724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/5527113042557944724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/5527113042557944724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/mind-museum.html' title='The Mind Museum'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-7169259529554535087</id><published>2008-09-02T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T04:45:30.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a new season, it's a new day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'll never forget a great story I've heard once from a wise man. It was a story about a beautiful bird flying so swiftly in the sky until it gets tired. The bird goes to its nest to take a rest and relax because it is too tired and stressed out. The bird noticed that some of its feathers are falling down and because of the feathers, the nest makes the bird comfortable. Then the bird started plucking its feathers one by one and it made the bird more comfortable and then a lot more comfortable. Then the bird gets hungry, and when it started to spread its wings, it can no longer fly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;All right. Why did I say this story? Because I felt like that beautiful bird sitting pretty in its nest, comfortable and too much comfortable. I worked for nine months (only) and then felt too tired and too stressed out so I've resigned. I want comfort and there I did everything I could do to make my life more enjoyable and lived my happy go lucky days. I finished a lot of Koreanovelas, read pretty good books, attended great events like watching plays and concerts, travel until my feet are too tired to walk, etc. etc. Those I can say were my happy go lucky days! Yes, I love it! I love love love it!! But I was reminded by this story not to seek too much comfort. Yes, it is okay to seek for comfort but too much of it? Ahhhhh, that's gonna be bad my dear. Bad for my brains and definitely bad for my career.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;It is our human nature to get tired and there are days that we wanna stop from work, just spend a week to a province or any place where we could have our solitude, just read inspiring books, etc. etc. Then after that, we don't feel tired anymore, we are no longer restful. We wanna be challenged, we wanna be stretched a bit and we wanna work again!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Breathe. Relax. Calm down. My happy go lucky days are now hitting its end. I'm back to reality. I'm back to work. I'm back to busy life. I'm back with my busy schedule. No more watching too much of Koreanovela, no more puyatan days, no more chatting for no agenda. Purely corporate again! Yes I'll be missing my happy go lucky days but I'd reather choose the new, uncertain and the challenging work because that's where real life is. That's where happiness is. That's where fulfillment is.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I don't wanna be like the beautiful bird, sits pretty relaxing on its comfortable nest and then one day realized that it can no longer fly and instead of going to longer distances, it lost its power to fly and soar high.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;After all these things. I am recharged, full batt and ready to soar high to great places that God wants me to reach. I am so much excited. It's a little more challenging but Yes, I take the challenge coz I know that my God is with me. Sabi nga sa mga Koreanovelas na pinanood ko, fighting! fighting! (I wish you could hear their accent, hehehe)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now, I welcome myself in this new season, this new day&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&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/5193682369587870322-7169259529554535087?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7169259529554535087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=7169259529554535087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/7169259529554535087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/7169259529554535087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-new-season-it-new-day.html' title='It&amp;#39;s a new season, it&amp;#39;s a new day'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-758307581688771953</id><published>2008-08-31T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T08:24:19.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Sanguine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;All through out my college years, I believed that I was a combination of different personalities. Though I am most of the time a Sanguine, I know that I am Melancholic, Choleric and Phlegmatic in some times. Just last week, I talked to a good friend of mine and we've discussed the different personalities, again! Well, I evaluated myself and now I can honestly and confidently say that my personality is a Sanguine. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I read some descriptions of a Sanguine and I had fun reacting and commenting on it! Just wanna share...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE SANGUINE'S EMOTIONS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;Appealing personality &lt;em&gt;(Ehem!)&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Talkative, Storyteller &lt;em&gt;(Oh yes!)&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Life of the Party &lt;em&gt;(Yea, my supervisor told me this.)&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Good sense of humor &lt;em&gt;(Sabi nga ni MG, I have an infectious laugh, BWAHAHA!! By the way, I am a fan of Pugad Baboy and Bob Ong's books)&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Memory for color (&lt;em&gt;Yup!)&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Physically holds on to listener &lt;em&gt;(My friends know this, hehe)&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Emotional and demonstrative &lt;em&gt;(Hmmm)&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Enthusiastic and expressive &lt;em&gt;(Definitely!)&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Cheerful and bubbling over &lt;em&gt;(Absolutely!) &lt;/em&gt; &lt;li&gt;Curious &lt;em&gt;(Most of the time)&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Good on stage &lt;em&gt;(I am an actress!) &lt;/em&gt; &lt;li&gt;Wide-eyed and innocent &lt;em&gt;(Hehe)&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Lives in the present &lt;em&gt;(Yes, seize the day pare!! Isa yan sa mga motto ko)&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Changeable disposition &lt;em&gt;(Well, sometimes)&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Sincere at heart&lt;em&gt; (Always!!!!!!!!!!&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Always a child &lt;em&gt;(Sabi ko na nga ba e, I am a child trapped in a woman's body!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE SANGUINE AS A FRIEND:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;Makes friends easily &lt;em&gt;(Oh yes! I remember meeting an interesting woman inside a cabin.)&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Loves People &lt;em&gt;(Yup, I love and value people with sincerity!)&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Thrives on compliments &lt;em&gt;(Somehow) &lt;/em&gt; &lt;li&gt;Seems exciting &lt;em&gt;(Correct!)&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;li&gt;envied by others &lt;em&gt;(Wag naman&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png"&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Doesn't hold grudges &lt;em&gt;(Correct!! Yan ang gintong aral na natutunan ko sa nanay ko. If you hold grudges, you lose.)&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;li&gt;apologizes quickly &lt;em&gt;(I know if I am wrong and it's never hard for me to say I'm sorry.)&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Prevents dull moments &lt;em&gt;(Yes, yes, yes!!! I hate dull moments!)&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Likes spontaneous activities &lt;em&gt;(Aha!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE SANGUINE AT WORK:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;Volunteers for Jobs &lt;em&gt;(Di masyado)&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;li&gt;thinks up new activities &lt;em&gt;(Always!)&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Looks great on the Surface &lt;em&gt;(Ahmm, well...)&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Creative and colorful &lt;em&gt;(True!! Makulay ang buhay!)&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Has energy and enthusiasm &lt;em&gt;(Yes, full bat ako lagi!!!)&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Starts in a flashy way &lt;em&gt;(Hehe)&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Inspires others to join &lt;em&gt;(Yup!)&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;li&gt;charms others to work &lt;em&gt;(Yes!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I had a great time knowing myself more! Yes, yes, yes, I am a happy, happy, joyful, joyful, always glad creation of God and I just love it!!! I remember my friend Meng who keeps on blaming me about her being noisy and my grade two student during my tutorial days in college. She was the silent type girl but after handling her for a school year, she became noisy. Ayyy, who's to blame??? Tsk, tsk, tsk. So I'm warning you, WAG MASYADONG DUMIKIT SA SANGUINES, THEY ARE CONTAGIOUS! Hahaha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am not a parent yet but if ever I became one, hayyy, I pity my future kids!! Baka palagi akong mapatawag sa school dahil sila ang TOP ONE sa noisy list. Hayyy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE SANGUINE AS A PARENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;Makes Home Fun &lt;em&gt;(Wow!!)&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Is liked by children's friends &lt;em&gt;(Nice!!)&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Turns disaster into humor &lt;em&gt;(A must!)&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Is the circus master &lt;em&gt;(Bwahahaha!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;How about you, do you know your personality??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&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/5193682369587870322-758307581688771953?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/758307581688771953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=758307581688771953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/758307581688771953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/758307581688771953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-sanguine.html' title='I am a Sanguine'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-2886927424590714591</id><published>2008-08-25T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T00:35:55.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'You've got to find what you love.'</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The first story is about connecting the dots.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;My second story is about love and loss.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, &lt;i&gt;Toy Story&lt;/i&gt;, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;My third story is about death.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;When I was young, there was an amazing publication called &lt;i&gt;The Whole Earth Catalog&lt;/i&gt;, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Stewart and his team put out several issues of &lt;i&gt;The Whole Earth Catalog&lt;/i&gt;, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thank you all very much.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From: Stanford News Service&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://news-service.stanford.edu/news/2005/june15/jobs-061505.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://news-service.stanford.edu/news/2005/june15/jobs-061505.html&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&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/5193682369587870322-2886927424590714591?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2886927424590714591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=2886927424590714591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/2886927424590714591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/2886927424590714591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/08/got-to-find-what-you-love.html' title='&amp;#39;You&amp;#39;ve got to find what you love.&amp;#39;'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-7256229919083345071</id><published>2008-08-22T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T00:21:02.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGUBILIN AT HABILIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ni Jose F. Lacaba (Slightly revised version)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para sa ating henerasyon, mas masaya gumamit ng kompyuter. Naniniwala ka ba? Sabi ng marami, napag-iiwanan na ang radyo (esep-esep), ewan ko lang pero sa lola ko na numero unong maka radyo ay hindi sang-ayon. Sa radyo pa rin siya kumukuha ng mga impormasyon. Isang araw, pumasok ako sa kwarto ng lola ko, narinig kong nakabukas ang radyo, nakikinig siya sa DZMM, pinakikinggan niya ang tambalang Ted at Korina. Nakakatuwa dahil meron silang tulang nabanggit. Maganda ang pagdedeliber nila sa tula, nakaka-antig ng damdamin at ang nilalaman, tama sa puso! At dahil Agosto ngayon (Sige nga, anong meron sa August?), naisip kong i-post sa blog na'to ang tulang yun, buti na lang, nakita ko ang blogsite ng nagsulat. Nakakatuwa!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mabuhay ka, kaibigan!&lt;br&gt;Mabuhay ka!&lt;br&gt;Iyan ang una't huli kong&lt;br&gt;Tagubilin at habilin:&lt;br&gt;Mabuhay ka!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sa edad kong ito, marami akong maibibigay na payo.&lt;br&gt;Mayaman ako sa payo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Maghugas ka ng kamay bago kumain.&lt;br&gt;Maghugas ka ng kamay pagkatapos kumain.&lt;br&gt;Pero huwag kang maghuhugas ng kamay para lang makaiwas sa sisi.&lt;br&gt;Huwag kang maghuhugas ng kamay kung may inaapi&lt;br&gt;Na kaya mong tulungan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Paupuin sa bus ang matatanda at ang mga may kalong na sanggol.&lt;br&gt;Magpasalamat sa nagmamagandang-loob.&lt;br&gt;Matuto sa karanasan ng matatanda&lt;br&gt;Pero huwag magpatali sa kaisipang makaluma.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Huwag piliting matulog kung ayaw kang dalawin ng antok.&lt;br&gt;Huwag pag-aksayahan ng panahon ang walang utang na loob.&lt;br&gt;Huwag makipagtalo sa bobo at baka ka mapagkamalang bobo.&lt;br&gt;Huwag bubulong-bulong sa mga panahong kailangang sumigaw.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Huwag kang manalig sa bulung-bulungan.&lt;br&gt;Huwag kang papatay-patay sa ilalim ng pabitin.&lt;br&gt;Huwag kang tutulog-tulog sa pansitan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Umawit ka kung nag-iisa sa banyo.&lt;br&gt;Umawit ka sa piling ng barkada.&lt;br&gt;Umawit ka kung nalulungkot.&lt;br&gt;Umawit ka kung masaya.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ingat lang.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Huwag kang aawit ng “My Way” sa videoke bar at baka ka mabaril.&lt;br&gt;Huwag kang magsindi ng sigarilyo sa gasolinahan.&lt;br&gt;Dahan-dahan sa matatarik na landas.&lt;br&gt;Dahan-dahan sa malulubak na daan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Higit sa lahat, inuulit ko:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mabuhay ka, kaibigan!&lt;br&gt;Mabuhay ka!&lt;br&gt;Iyan ang una't huli kong&lt;br&gt;Tagubilin at habilin:&lt;br&gt;Mabuhay ka!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Maraming bagay sa mundo na nakakadismaya.&lt;br&gt;Mabuhay ka.&lt;br&gt;Maraming problema ang mundo na wala na yatang lunas.&lt;br&gt;Mabuhay ka.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sa hirap ng panahon, sa harap ng kabiguan,&lt;br&gt;Kung minsan ay gusto mo nang mamatay.&lt;br&gt;Gusto mong maglaslas ng pulso kung sawi sa pag-ibig.&lt;br&gt;Gusto mong uminom ng lason kung wala nang makain.&lt;br&gt;Gusto mong magbigti kung napakabigat ng mga pasanin.&lt;br&gt;Gusto mong pasabugin ang bungo mo kung maraming gumugulo sa utak.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Huwag kang patatalo. Huwag kang susuko.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Narinig mo ang sinasabi ng awitin:&lt;br&gt;“Gising at magbangon sa pagkagupiling,&lt;br&gt;Sa pagkakatulog na lubhang mahimbing.”&lt;br&gt;Gumising ka kung hinaharana ka ng pag-ibig.&lt;br&gt;Bumangon ka kung nananawagan ang kapuspalad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ang sabi ng iba: “Ang matapang ay walang-takot lumaban.”&lt;br&gt;Ang sabi ko naman: Ang tunay na matapang ay lumalaban&lt;br&gt;Kahit natatakot.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lumaban ka kung inginungodngod ang nguso mo sa putik.&lt;br&gt;Bumalikwas ka kung tinatapak-tapakan ka.&lt;br&gt;Buong-tapang mong ipaglaban ang iyong mga prinsipyo&lt;br&gt;Kahit hindi ka sigurado na agad-agad kang mananalo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mabuhay ka, kaibigan!&lt;br&gt;Mabuhay ka!&lt;br&gt;Iyan ang una't huli kong&lt;br&gt;Tagubilin at habilin:&lt;br&gt;Mabuhay ka! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://kapetesapatalim.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html"&gt;http://kapetesapatalim.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Ang hindi marunong magmahal sa sariling wika, daig pa ang hayop at malansang isda."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;-Filipino Proverbs-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&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/5193682369587870322-7256229919083345071?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7256229919083345071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=7256229919083345071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/7256229919083345071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/7256229919083345071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/08/tagubilin-at-habilin.html' title='TAGUBILIN AT HABILIN'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-5773498931632558934</id><published>2008-08-19T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:34:31.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shape your own world</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;"You will be in five years &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;the sum total of the books you read &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;and the people you are around."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;-Charles "Tremendous" Jones-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Read good books, hang out with good influence people, watch good films, visit good websites, help yourself to grow and yea, after five years, it's a new You! Past is past, learn while you're in the present and dream about the future. God bless us all!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Grow everyday!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Monette&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&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/5193682369587870322-5773498931632558934?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5773498931632558934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=5773498931632558934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/5773498931632558934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/5773498931632558934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/08/shape-your-own-world.html' title='Shape your own world'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-4081491519567826631</id><published>2008-08-18T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:05:37.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing people mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Life is so short so be a blessing to every relationship. That's one of my philosophies! I've shared great stories, funny moments, laugh trips to some so called good strangers of my life. Then I've opened up my heart and it blossomed into great friendships. Now, time to move on with our own lives. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/10/photos/43/300x300/39/c39.jpg?et=u71KKo1LOjvmJz2LUQ4wvQ&amp;nmid=99841518" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Playing with my former officemates&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/11/photos/43/300x300/1/c1.jpg?et=YNmD0rei7KvvN9jhu4niGw&amp;nmid=99841518" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Just having fun&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SKpcpgoKCtMAAFnBPXg1/DSC007021.JPG?et=NoEB%2CNs2%2CjoCURbYYXllXA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;with my good adviser and friend, Ate Vicky&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My officemates and Ate Vicky, thanks for everything!! I've learned a lot from you guys! I pray that you guys will always be happy and blessed as you venture the road of life. I love you!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&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/5193682369587870322-4081491519567826631?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4081491519567826631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=4081491519567826631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/4081491519567826631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/4081491519567826631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/08/missing-people-mode.html' title='Missing people mode'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-2665489455486842266</id><published>2008-08-16T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T07:53:58.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was assisting my little cousin JC in his reading time. He has a new thin book entitled, &lt;em&gt;Prinsipe Malungkot&lt;/em&gt; (The Sad Prince). He was in the middle of the book then he turned it to the next page, there was a picture of a kid and a dog. Instead of reading it aloud, he told me&lt;em&gt;..."Ate Monette, may nakita 'kong dalawang aso, magkadikit yung buntot nila."&lt;/em&gt; I asked him, &lt;em&gt;"Ha? San mo nakita?"&lt;/em&gt; Then he continued, &lt;em&gt;"sa labas tapos nilagyan pa nga ng mama ng asin at tubig e, tapos naghiwalay."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I can't help it but laugh!!! Time runs so fast. My grandmother told me, when I was still a kid, I saw two dogs, magkadikit din ang buntot, then I called someone in the house shouting, &lt;em&gt;uyy, tignan niyo, may kambal na aso, dali!&lt;/em&gt; Of course, every time my lola remembers that, she just laughs. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Like other kids, JC is still innocent. Though he has plenty of questions, he's gonna learn that in big school, elementary days. But for the mean time, let me laugh until I'm satisfied coz they did exactly the same thing to me many years ago. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now, I'm laughing...HAHAHA&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&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/5193682369587870322-2665489455486842266?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2665489455486842266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=2665489455486842266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/2665489455486842266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/2665489455486842266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/08/laugh-with-me.html' title='Laugh with me'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-4321354557920873112</id><published>2008-08-14T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T08:18:47.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>two things</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We all heard and read the news about the MV Princess of the Stars. It sank and hey I'm traveling by ship. Come on, it's my first time to be stock in a ship for a day so what do you expect from a first timer? Hmm, I'm a little nervous. Solution? PRAY&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Two things I prayed for:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Good weather condition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Good thing coz my cabinmate was able to check PAG-ASA online and she said, we'll sail in a good weather condition. Yey! We sailed in a good weather, enjoyed the views and really had a great one day experience inside the ship! Though it rained hard in Manila before we arrived, when I got off the ship, it was just little drops and after a while, those little drops were gone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. A lady cabinmate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yes, I was sure that they'll place me in a female section however there are times that it doesn't happen. Someone told me, so beforehand, I wanted to have a lady cabinmate. The cabin was actually for six people but it ended up just the two of us. Cool! We chatted, shared life stories, love stories, funny stories, watched TV, had our lunch together and enjoyed the remaining hours. I have a new friend and take note, we have the same birth dates! Now, I have a new friend. She got my number and we'll be keeping in touch.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My two prayer requests were answered. I'm not sharing this because I'm spiritual or what but I'm just s0oo happy that God really answers prayers. &lt;strong&gt;Thank God coz He listens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&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/5193682369587870322-4321354557920873112?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4321354557920873112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=4321354557920873112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/4321354557920873112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/4321354557920873112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-things.html' title='two things'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-5118055955154990451</id><published>2008-08-10T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T23:36:53.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kawasan falls</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There's no billion dollar building that can beat the nature! That's coming from a woman who is so exposed in the hustle and bustle of the city. I wanted to make my stay in Cebu memorable so Joy and I, together with her adventurous supervisor as our guide, decided to unwind and went to Badian, it's located in the Southern part of Cebu. What's in Badian? Hmmm, every turista knows it...It's Kawasan Falls!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJ-SigoKCtMAAG97Re01/DSCN3717.JPG?et=0v6boYBcEhQUYxbjubF%2BwQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;People said you have to hike for 20-30 minutes in order to reach the first falls, I think we took more than that! We listened to manong, our guide to the falls, who shared stories about a korean who lost his entire teeth because of jumping and hit his friend and died. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Manong told us not to go too near the falls because of the pressure that was in it. It's a little bit dangerous so we heeded his advice. We've enjoyed its lush tropical view on our way to the first level falls and captured great shots. It was tiring but remember the Delayed Gratification principle? Yea, we thought of that. &lt;em&gt;Inisip namin na matatapos din ang lahat ng paghihirap at pagdating sa taas, we'll be champions, we'll swim up to our hearts' content.&lt;/em&gt; Finally, we reached the first falls, took a picture. Then trek again for minutes to reach the second falls and surprise, no tourist, no people, just us and manong. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJ-YNwoKCtMAAHX@2Kk1/DSCN3730.JPG?et=zDxXHYAHSpKwRNtaLx1Syw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; The first falls&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJ-W6goKCtMAAFt7FQk1/DSC00610.JPG?et=QQqWzoRTx%2BE3SYmWRmrLug&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;The second falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's a cozy and calm place. A great spot to bond with a close friend, a loved one or a family member. Again, I bonded with Joy. &lt;em&gt;Tawa dito, tawa dun, goal namin magpahinga pero napagod kami katatawa.&lt;/em&gt; It's full of fun, truly unforgettable!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJ-TgAoKCtMAAApC7qA1/DSCN3737.JPG?et=luTlpwJ6Ih1Y8lZTQpyXAA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJ-arwoKCtMAAC1l29Q1/DSC00647-1.JPG?et=XwEgEMdtrOt5HKgTZ95u1Q&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJ-bFwoKCtMAADk6Iqk1/DSC00648.JPG?et=vdBVoIs3dDczEXtS8KathA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;It's a goal accomplished for me. I've known Joy again. There's a lot of new things, amazing things. Also, I've rested and known Cebu in a deeper level. Naks! Thank you Lord for this experience&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&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/5193682369587870322-5118055955154990451?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5118055955154990451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=5118055955154990451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/5118055955154990451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/5118055955154990451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/08/kawasan-falls.html' title='Kawasan falls'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-6789407923004492051</id><published>2008-08-09T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T04:09:12.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casa Gorordo Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Finally I visited Casa Gorordo museum. Yey!! Though there were series of unfortunate events here like going there and the museum was closed because they were cleaning, I have to use my charm to convince the guard to enter even just for 10 minutes. Hehe, Then he told me to come back after the given hour. Well, I agreed to his terms since I was the only tourist on that given day. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I went around the place and found the Yap-San Diego ancestral home and again, it was closed and there was not even a person inside so I couldn't negotiate. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJ10mwoKCtMAABxtqB01/DSCN3674.JPG?et=LmOHTSwpEuyXlMtuZPFdFA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Yap-San Diego ancestral home&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Again, I toured around and found the public monuments of Magellan. A lady was cleaning and she approached me and told me our history in Bisaya, I just nod and nod as if I know what she's talking about. Then, I gave her my DG cam and told her A&lt;em&gt;te Palihug&lt;/em&gt; which meant ate, please... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJ12DwoKCtMAADnyWfA1/DSCN3667.JPG?et=gyK7BtvTe0ScjI6wOTrEhg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;After touring around, I finally went back to Casa Gorordo. I really, really wanted to see the museum since it was an example of a prominent family lifestyle in the 19th century. I wanted to witness the place and look back. The gurad tolm me, ma'am, no pictures allowed. I said my confident Yes and kept my DG cam on my bag since I just convinced him to enter. I went inside a room and payed the Sociology practicumer, while giving her my Php40, she asked me, &lt;em&gt;local?&lt;/em&gt; Then I joked, &lt;em&gt;Hindi...Foreigner!&lt;/em&gt; Then she laughed and I told her, &lt;em&gt;mukha ba akong foreigner?&lt;/em&gt; We both laughed. Hehe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJ137AoKCtMAAGv@FqA1/DSCN3684.JPG?et=mt7fajdyiXNFtgzJwh4swQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Casa Gorordo museum&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I felt so contented after seeing the house and imagining the events that happened there. It's just amazing that they have preserved the things that people used before like the wooden paddle (palo-palo), basin (batsa), old rocking chairs and others. Now we have washing machines, dryers and other appliances that we could use to make ourlives convenient. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hayyy, it feels so good to know our roots! If you ever visit Cebu, take a look at Casa Gorordo museum even for 10 minutes and you'll enjoy looking back. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJ16FgoKCtMAACVrR7g1/DSCN3686.JPG?et=jbvLKWFXkbbe14ChSvIeDw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The guard agreed to take a picture of me in Azotea. Salamat sa imong guard!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Cheers!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&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/5193682369587870322-6789407923004492051?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6789407923004492051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=6789407923004492051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/6789407923004492051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/6789407923004492051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/08/casa-gorordo-museum.html' title='Casa Gorordo Museum'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-7663404975635492726</id><published>2008-08-05T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T07:44:55.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJhkkgoKCtMAADk@0lQ1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJhkkgoKCtMAADk@0lQ1/DSC00670.JPG?et=Zh4SziLOsGCseBYYLWDqFw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The world is a book and those who do not travel read only a page. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-St. Augustine-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;My favorite travel quote. The credit goes to St. Augustine! There are lots of things in this world to be known. Breathe the good air, climb the mountains, appreciate the sunrise and sunset, love the nature and experience the blessings of this life that God has given. The world is indeed a book, so turn its pages, discover and enjoy the secrets within. Read well people &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thanks to Joy's supervisor, the adventurous Daryl for this shot. Yes, I'll climb mountains. Nice meeting you!&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/5193682369587870322-7663404975635492726?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7663404975635492726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=7663404975635492726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/7663404975635492726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/7663404975635492726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/08/travel-quote.html' title='Travel quote'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-6537692439401602335</id><published>2008-08-04T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T06:57:24.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cebu Escapade</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;One word that best describes Cebu, HISTORIC. It's culturally and historically rich! I am blessed and fortunate to visit and see, in first hand, the Queen City of the South which is more familiar to us Manila girls and boys, (with arms raised) the Cebu City!! Yes, the hometown of Manilyn Reynes, Vina Morales, Pilita Corales and one of my favorite authors, the Filipino-American Cecilia Brainard.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I tour around with no destination in mind, ride jeepneys with numbers on top that correspond to the places of one's destination, talk to locals, the Cebuanos who are more confident speaking in English than Tagalog. Believe me, I happened to ask for directions to these two ladies and they're talking to me in Bisaya, I told them, "Ms. Tagalog po." Then one lady spoke in dollars, in English! Wow! That really impressed me. I told that story to Joy's boardmate Ella and she agreed that they are more comfortable speaking in English. Naks! Kaya wag niyong gagalitin mga Cebuanos or else, i-Englishin kayo! Just kidding, and I tell you, they have good grammar and nice accent! I &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt; it!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Proof of being Pinoy: Mahilig sa pictures&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJb9iwoKCtMAAESbUsA1/DSCN3508.JPG?et=T%2BIYOps5reHUG9vYqDR4tQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;With Magellan's cross&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJb92goKCtMAAEpbA6I1/DSCN3517.JPG?et=XxrrRoZSfFeoapkNeBLU5g&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Port San Pedro (The wall is 20 feet high and 8 feet thick)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJb@dQoKCtMAAFxsnWU1/DSCN3581.JPG?et=5Kh9ATqtKIC8sq0b9q8nvQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Joy in cloud 9, overJOYed. Hehe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJb@sQoKCtMAAGTA@2A1/DSCN3576.JPG?et=SYvQEsYs3VzxHUBYIG3g9w&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm on TOPS! Breathing the coolest and cleanest air evah!! (It's 2000 feet)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Loving this time of my life&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm supposed to be traveling with friends but it happened that I'm a solo traveler. Well, that's fine but of course, it's always happy to be with someone, a close friend or group of friends who can witness the nice views and relive the history with you. But since I'm all alone coz Joy is most of the time at work, I just tour, tour and tour until my heart's content. I figured out that I never get tired easily touring around, hehe. That's my new self-dicovery and that's what I like about traveling (you get to know yourself more) and also it makes me feel somehow more expanded. Hayy, it feels good, really really good. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Of course, nothing can beat my bonding moments with my tan sister (politically correct term than saying "negra," sobrang babad sa araw e). Just laughing with her with some wholesome jokes or making faces that makes her laugh after a tiring day or maybe as simple as meeting her at the mall or waiting at Booksale (Cebu edition), hehe. As a sister, it makes me happy just seeing her doing what she really really like. It makes me proud! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJcF0QoKCtMAAByEJ7s1/DSCN3482.jpg?et=nTfmAggfLv9d4PTBL30X%2CA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Dinner at Casa Verde&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJcGGAoKCtMAACemfv01/DSCN3645.JPG?et=e2hb8DjUPlIv24s%2Bo2hwrg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Night view at the TOPS.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Let me repeat what I've said, I love this time of my life&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;. This is a good life and I thank God for the good life!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&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/5193682369587870322-6537692439401602335?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6537692439401602335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=6537692439401602335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/6537692439401602335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/6537692439401602335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/08/cebu-escapade.html' title='Cebu Escapade'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-6056413184141422384</id><published>2008-08-03T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T05:48:50.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweets</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Joy asked a favor, so as a good sister, sige na, sige na. Utusan mo na 'ko, yun naman silbi ko bilang ate di ba? (Joke) I went to Rob Cebu (Naks, di na Rob Manila ah, hehe) and bought her requests and alangan namang siya lang, since I'm craving...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Yes, I know, I know that too much of sweets is bad for any person's health. But I just can't help and fantasize for sweets. Oohh, I'm lusting over sweets again. This is pleasure!! Again, again, again, PLEASURE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJWX@goKCtMAABUTKLs1/DSCN3656.JPG?et=at1dKgsZcAsxPjG15K%2Bpmg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't resist it, it's temptation pare!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;My former officemate asked me, Monette, bakit di ka nauubusan ng energy? Napaisip tuloy ako...I don't take Enervon, sweets sometimes, siguro nga sweets...happy food!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;MORE SWEETS, MORE ENERGY, MAS HAPPY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&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/5193682369587870322-6056413184141422384?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6056413184141422384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=6056413184141422384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/6056413184141422384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/6056413184141422384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/08/sweets.html' title='sweets'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-7754606628258489286</id><published>2008-07-29T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T07:02:31.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My ordinary happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninang Joy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;My good friend Meng, cousin JC and I went to Bulacan and attended a christening. Since Joy is out of Manila, I was her proxy. Though she's a novice in the field of Ninanghood, I know she can do the role well. I'm happy for her. Naks! After the event, I texted her, Congrats Joy, finally you're a legal ninang. Then she replied, KESO! Hahaha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;House tripping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;We made the most of our stay in Bulacan. We went to Malolos and had a house tripping. If only I have millions, I'll buy that dream house. It's a good location and the developer is good too. It's also a good deal that's why Meng is s0oo interested. Of course, bawal padalos-dalos ng desisyon when it comes to buying a house, we really have to think about it many times, ask many questions as we could, do our research and pray.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congrats Research and Communications Co&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mmittee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's our third time to be the most consistent commitee in the fellowship. Like what ate Vicky said, kudos to the officers and members of R&amp;C. Glory to God for that!! Grabe, R&amp;C people, todo na 'to!! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SI8QuAoKCtMAAFVCevA1/IMG-10151.jpg?et=PRi2YCh8Jn%2BKIB1DfnT9pg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SI8Q7woKCtMAADocmgY1/IMG-10241.jpg?et=e2HDoioRWRzTLWnrKLJrag&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sabi nga sa Kungfu Panda, there's no secret recipe. We're just happy people combined in one committee. Naks, God's glory!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Dark Night&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;While driving, kuya Elvin told us na nakatulog daw siya sa film. So I thought, Dark Night's gonna be boring. Meng, ate Vicky and I were thinking to suggest other films. I thought of Mama Mia or maybe A Very Special Love (John Lloyd and Sarah Geronimo). Of course, things happened as planned. We watched Dark Night and hey, it's never boring. Though it's violent (what would you expect, it's Batman vs Joker), I love every scene. The late Heath Ledger did great (knock on wood) hehe. I really wanted to pee at the middle of the film but I can't go out because of the excitement that was in it. Grabe! So after watching I immediately excuse myself and ran to the toilet. Hehe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lesson learned:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Wag maging matakaw sa popcorn at lemonade, or else, kukuro chan mo! Ganyan nangyari samin ni Meng, hay naku! Well, she's fine now but me, oh no! I still need Lomotil &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;. (Salamat pa rin kay Doc Billy sa free Popcorn and Lemonade, it was unforgettable! Hahaha)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Good deal&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thank God coz I have a new travel bag. It's North Face, Big Shot model and I l0oove it!! I bought it from a good friend. Thanks kuya David, nice making business with you. Excellent ang customer service mo!! Sobrang good deal sakin 'to! If only you're a girl, niyakap na kita. So million thanks kuya David!! May ma-i-erase na naman ako sa checklist ko. Hehe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SI8aaQoKCtMAAD5lcL81/Bag21.JPG?et=3d4robRcIliS2w3GxeYwwg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SI8aRwoKCtMAADi1UNo1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SI8aRwoKCtMAADi1UNo1/Bag11.JPG?et=mJkJ3MiXweKpjcUvjHTuDA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEFT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Front view&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RIGHT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Back view&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;(Photos from kuya David)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I'm all set...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Don't make promises that you can't keep. Like what I promised Joy, I'll be visiting her, well... I am now packed and my feet are now ready to step on Cebu! S0oo Joy and Cebu, here I come!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SI8WKAoKCtMAAFM87701/1-102019576l1.jpg?et=5Y%2Bk73P32oV81WGf7taLQQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Joy with Magellan's cross&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;These are my simple joys. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;My ordinary happiness&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;Proverbs 14:13- A glad heart makes a happy face, a broken heart crushes the spirit.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Have a happy heart people&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&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/5193682369587870322-7754606628258489286?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7754606628258489286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=7754606628258489286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/7754606628258489286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/7754606628258489286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-ordinary-happiness.html' title='My ordinary happiness'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-5530696996692219857</id><published>2008-07-23T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T21:12:39.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was in fourth year high school. I've read the essay part in my English test paper.       &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Loving someone: Holding on or letting go?”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;As far as I can remember, I answered holding on and explained my reasons. As years passed by, I’ve learned that loving someone is letting go. &lt;em&gt;Hard?? Deep?? Painful??&lt;/em&gt; Yes!! But it’s one way of showing how much you love a person. I want to answer that essay question again and explain that for me, Love is about making someone happy. If you love someone, set him/her free. It’s never easy, but sometimes we just have to do it. It’s hard enough to hold onto things especially if you’re holding on to something that isn’t there, sorry but it makes no sense. I understand that there are memories that will never fade and memories that could never be replaced. But let’s do the right thing, instead of dwelling on the past, let’s live for the future. So &lt;strong&gt;LET GO&lt;/strong&gt;…like the picture below…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SIf-1woKCtMAACk2Q4g1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SIf-1woKCtMAACk2Q4g1/too-late.1.jpg?et=3%2BQVZiKGuOQ26ShXxby%2Cww&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;I grabbed this very nice photo from a very good artist and friend Jay. He captured the moment very well. He even broke the glass after the shoot, hahaha. Well, I think that’s an excellent illustration of letting go. Kudos Jay Suasin!! Keep those creative shots coming!! Cheers!! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cocktail.png"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&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/5193682369587870322-5530696996692219857?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5530696996692219857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=5530696996692219857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/5530696996692219857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/5530696996692219857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/loving-someone.html' title='Loving someone'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-6778264059590661487</id><published>2008-07-21T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T03:44:55.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Song Syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There's this song that keeps on playing over and over and over in my head. That Knorr commercial, I heard it again and the outcome, it's LSS. Hehe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Makulay and buhay, makulay ang buhay sa sinabawang gulay." Hay, Sharleen, Nash and Aaron, they're s0oo cute. I can still picture them in my head singing the song with actions. I remember when we were kids, our grade school teachers keep on telling us to eat vegetables coz those 'gulays' are good for our bodies. Sabi nga nila, vegetables make us strong!! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I don't eat 'gulays' when I was a kid but today, they're my favorite. (People change talaga!) Now I have an appetite for gulays unlike before. I eat Ampalaya, Okra, any gulay basta masarap ang luto. Of course, I have a favorite among the favorites. It's none other than, Broccoli!! Kaya naman sobrang saya ko ng makakita ko ng sobrang daming Broccolis when I went to Baguio last month. And take note, they're Super Fresh!! I bought four bundles and brought it home. Come on, para kong bata na nagkekwento sa lola ko with matching actions and facial expressions how I saw Fresh Broccolis. Hehehe &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#009900" size="3"&gt;Broccolissss&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SIW1PgoKCtMAAAVHc641"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SIW1PgoKCtMAAAVHc641/IMG-4444.JPG?et=fEThX1p9HQJU43uXUhBcjA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ang babaw ba? Hehe, sadyang mababaw lang talaga kaligayahan ko. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-----------------&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;By the way, if you have little cousins who don't eat vegetables, I recommend you buy them a book. There's a lot of children's literature about gulays. I bought one in National bookstore entitled &lt;strong&gt;Si Joey at ang Gulay Gang&lt;/strong&gt; for Php69 only last year. After giving the book and narrating the story to him, my little cousin JC eats vegetables! Medyo mapili pa rin pero lahat ng gulay characters na nasa book, he knows it. &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/5193682369587870322-6778264059590661487?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6778264059590661487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=6778264059590661487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/6778264059590661487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/6778264059590661487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-song-syndrome.html' title='Last Song Syndrome'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-7074194004181687870</id><published>2008-07-20T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T09:15:33.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your motivation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm gonna tell you an inspiring story. My elementary classmate and my long time friend ever, Jianicka, who is currently working in Australia called me yesterday. Honestly, I really had a great time talking with her. One reason is I miss her s0oo much (O walang iyakan ah, peace!) and the other reason is I was inspired as she tells me the story of her dieting. Believe it or not, she lost 24 Kilos! It's not a joke okay, it's 24 Kilos!! Hirap nun!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;This friend of mine is very content and happy of who she is. Though she receives pressure from her family sometimes or from her friends (isa na ko dun, hehe) to lose weight for healthy reasons and for aesthetic purpose as well. She doesn't mind it. She's a great cook (I miss her pasta!) that's why she loves eating scrumptious meals, chocolates and just everything she likes. Hayy, we give Jianicka advice to slow down and have some diet coz she's getting bigger and bigger as time passes by. Her dad bought her expensive equipment to help her lose weight. It helped in a way but not much. She even tried medicines and herbal life. It also helped but again, not that much. Until she went to Australia and the rest is history.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was talking to her with a smile on my face. I kept asking her, "ilang kilos ulit?" Then she answeed me with pride (I can feel it), "24 kilos." I laughed and congratulated her! She also said, "sabi nga ni mama, dito lang pala ko papayat." Hehehe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;As we talked continously, I asked the things that she did. She said, "Natural way ako. Usually, heavy breakfast then light ang lunch and dinner. Madalas prutas tsaka umiinom ako ng tea, green tea." Jianicka is also into sports these days, she's playing Squash and at the same time experienced Scuba Diving. That's definitely a WOW for Joy!! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Again, I congratulated her for achieving her goal. She told me, "Monette, iba talaga may motivation." That statement of Jianicka was added to my learning memory bank. I must be that motivated enough in order to achieve a certain goal. Thanks Jianicka for that great learning&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#3333ff"&gt;Photo: Yours truly, Sarah, Jianicka with our inaanak, Sarah's offspring Aze.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#3333ff"&gt; I think this picture was taken two years ago.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SINfeAoKCtMAAG5EqBA1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SINfeAoKCtMAAG5EqBA1/03282007011.jpg?et=78e3fADPh5viphG%2C2jyJTA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#3333ff"&gt;Parang Marie France model lang ah. So far...lost 24 kilos!! Call 894-BODY. Hehehe&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SINgjQoKCtMAAAiFNtw1/1-393106960l1.jpg?et=KNm%2BT%2CKYwvoceCrzyUEIgw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#3333ff"&gt;The Motivation. Ehem!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SINh8AoKCtMAAC7vZ0s1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SINh8AoKCtMAAC7vZ0s1/1-139116470l1.jpg?et=EmEzV0gjFIvZmZh9YRFq1g&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now that's inspiring. AHA-AHA!! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&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/5193682369587870322-7074194004181687870?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7074194004181687870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=7074194004181687870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/7074194004181687870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/7074194004181687870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-your-motivation.html' title='What&amp;#39;s your motivation?'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-9037931128414459469</id><published>2008-07-18T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T20:38:50.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Globalization...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;All right, all right. This is it! It's a small world after all. Hehehe&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; (Just read it somewhere)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Princess Diana, an &lt;b&gt;English&lt;/b&gt; Princess with an &lt;b&gt;Egyptian&lt;/b&gt; fiancé, crashed in a &lt;b&gt;French&lt;/b&gt; tunnel while riding in a &lt;b&gt;German&lt;/b&gt; car with a &lt;b&gt;Dutch&lt;/b&gt; engine, driven by a &lt;b&gt;Belgian&lt;/b&gt; who was drunk on a &lt;b&gt;Scottish&lt;/b&gt; whisky, chased by &lt;b&gt;Italian&lt;/b&gt; paparazzi on &lt;b&gt;Japanese&lt;/b&gt; motorcycles, treated by an &lt;b&gt;American&lt;/b&gt; doctor using &lt;b&gt;Brazilian&lt;/b&gt; medicines. This was created by a &lt;b&gt;Filipino &lt;/b&gt;on a &lt;b&gt;Finnish&lt;/b&gt; phone smuggled from &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;China&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; by a &lt;b&gt;Pakistani&lt;/b&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/5193682369587870322-9037931128414459469?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9037931128414459469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=9037931128414459469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/9037931128414459469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/9037931128414459469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/globalization.html' title='Globalization...'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-5878181495239272588</id><published>2008-07-14T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T00:11:39.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy's welcome and farewell party</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ang gulo! Welcome tapos Farewell?? Waahh!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well, Joy stayed for a week in Manila so she decided to have a welcome party, at the same time a Despedida. My sister is one of the "most kuripot" in town okay (Lagot ako!)...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;We prepared, invited few friends and bonded 'til 12am.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Photo cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;I'm in charge of the cake. And I wanted it to be different! I searched online and found some creative and good cakes but most of them were s0ooo far. Baka pag-uwi ko sa bahay, tunaw na. Then I went to MOA, entered the Red Ribbon. Thank God coz they have a photo cake. That will do. I gave Joy's photo to the manager then he smiled. Hehe, he asked me, "anong message mo?" He gave me a paper and I wrote it down. I gave him back the paper then said, "aasarin ko lang po kapatid ko." He smiled again. Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;It's time to open the cake...Si Joy??? Asar to the max!! She kept on saying, "ate, bakit yang picture na yan (million times) !!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Goal accomplished for me...Bwahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SHxGzgoKCtMAABVjnKc1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SHxGzgoKCtMAABVjnKc1/04-07-08_2030.jpg?et=rGbKtUe2Ztz5HtJLGAe7QQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Pakipot pa...kunyari ayaw-ayaw pa, at the end, todo picture naman! Ay sos!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SHxLoQoKCtMAADi-aWY1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SHxLoQoKCtMAADi-aWY1/04-07-08_2033.jpg?et=Y7J7Y2NR0aTODsyTSYJNpw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SHxMGAoKCtMAAEd6qcw1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SHxMGAoKCtMAAEd6qcw1/04-07-08_2032.jpg?et=M5R7krhO7cYLZmtMxUdkkg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Before going to bed, I gave her a gift (with my dramatic message), her long time request. I wrapped it in a way she won't have any idea what's inside. She's clueless. And when she opened it, I saw her exaggerated smile. It's Running shoes!! No idea why she wanted it s0oo bad!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;So far, we've enjoyed the night. Nakakamiss!! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/star.png"&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/5193682369587870322-5878181495239272588?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5878181495239272588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=5878181495239272588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/5878181495239272588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/5878181495239272588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/joy-welcome-and-farewell-party.html' title='Joy&amp;#39;s welcome and farewell party'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-6368997815916681349</id><published>2008-07-11T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T21:07:23.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There's a lot of things that can happen in a day. Also, within a day, a person can feel different emotions. Hayyy, yesterday...I felt s0oo happy and s0oo ashamed. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Happy because I found the Schu factory outlet in Makati. My eyes went huge and my ears almost clapped when I saw the 50% discount. Imagine, it's 50%!! I found the design I really liked and buti na lang, "sakto sa paa ko." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now the shameful part...I went to The Landmark after buying the shoes. If you're a Citibank Visa card holder, you know that they have a promo, it's ZERO interest for every P3000 worth of purchase. Honestly I don't want credit cards coz I hate debts especially if your just splurging it on your wants. I never had one even though I started working until my aunt gave me a card with my name on it, I'm her authorized user. It means, she's the one responsible for the any expenses I could make. Of course, I have to pay it to her since I am now working. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I never used the card, EVER! Until I accompanied Meng to Greenbelt to get her FREE Kenneth Cole wallet! Okay, you know the story, I got tempted! I used the card last month. Then July came, I used it twice already. When I was at the Landmark, I went to Works, a store for office attires. I loved their designs and I know if Joy is with me, she'll like it too. I went there and fitted almost 10 blouses, I told myself I'll just purchase one, then it became two, then three until it reached four. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The sales lady was very accomodating too. I got connected to her immediately. I loved their service! She accompanied me to the cashier when I told her that I'll buy the blouses. When we reached the cashier area, I told them I'll pay in card and handed my card. She tried it once, then twice, then thrice. Oh no, it's not working. I suggested, "Ms., E kung pag hiwa-hiwalayin mo kaya?" It's still not working. I told her, I've used the card twice then asked her to try again for the last time. Then she told me, "ma'am, pleas call the bank."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I have a cash in hand but it's not enough to purchase those four blouses. Hayyy buhay...I really felt s0oo ashamed. I saw the pregnant sales lady who was so kind to me and I pitied her. After almost an hour of assisting me at the fitting room, di siya bumenta sakin. Hayyy, naku! Wala kong magawa kundi mag sorry. I told her, I'll be back within the week to purchase it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Wish ko lang sana nandun pa ung mga blouses since most of the blouses I really liked were "one stock only." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Again, Ms. Pregnant sales lady, you may probably not read this...again with all my heart, I'm sorry...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&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/5193682369587870322-6368997815916681349?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6368997815916681349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=6368997815916681349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/6368997815916681349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/6368997815916681349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/mixed-emotions.html' title='Mixed Emotions'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-3810091348729820304</id><published>2008-07-06T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T18:25:19.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi and Siblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's Joy's last night in Manila. What do you think we did? We bonded as long as we can. We often do that (sa bahay, sa kalye, kahit saan basta kumpleto kami at masaya. Hehe) but this time since Joy is missing and craving for sushi s0oo much, we ate at Sakae Sushi. I remember my Nihongo professor when I asked her "ma'am, what's the meaning of SAKAE?" She answered me, "PROSPERITY." Wow! That's a nice Japanese name!! Hehe, &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SHFk0QoKCtMAAHssYoI1/06072008.jpg?et=sSBVr3wSg8BMPxNsXbcj2w&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joy craving for sushi and hand-rolled Californian Maki&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Joy is leaving for Cebu City. I promise her that one of these months, I'll visit her. Hehe, so bago kami magkahiwa-hiwalay, we ate, we talked, we laughed out loud, we ate again, we talked again and we laughed out loud again, paulit-ulit, paulit-ulit...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;SUSHIing...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Ramen and sushi masaya na kami! We ate six different kinds of sushi, sobrang sarap! We're not that sushi fanatic but it's good to eat sushi from time to time especially if you're with your makukulit at super kwelang siblings.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SHFoBAoKCtMAADi6Xj81"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SHFoBAoKCtMAADi6Xj81/06072008%28002%29.jpg?et=TmAbhwsYGU5DlnAmGSKysw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Maguro Sushi&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SHFoKQoKCtMAAD1He6s1/06072008%28003%29.jpg?et=jW%2C%2B30SU6ujwW%2BeIll1p0A&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ooohhh&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Siblings&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I'm thinking hard about the comparison of sushi and siblings. I can't think of any. The difference? &lt;strong&gt;SUSHI&lt;/strong&gt;-paminsan-minsan lang, okay na ko. &lt;strong&gt;SIBLINGS&lt;/strong&gt;-ayokong paminsan-minsan. I want to see them everyday. Imagine the agony I'm in right now. Huhuhu&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SHFmbgoKCtMAABDtyug1/06072008%28006%29.jpg?et=pUDmqdghvDwRaG1fYoeDow&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My two &lt;font size="2"&gt;bestest of friends in the world!! I'm forever grateful&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SHFpEQoKCtMAAElRGWI1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SHFpEQoKCtMAAElRGWI1/06072008%28008%29.jpg?et=%2CtvPKquBX0ZTXNEw3NQFIw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;with my funny sister Joy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SHFtSwoKCtMAACKOXLs1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SHFtSwoKCtMAACKOXLs1/06072008%28005%29.jpg?et=gNTz0SjYFVKolOj1KCXRxQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with my feeling-model brother Marc, hahahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SHFuTQoKCtMAADZJzSI1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SHFuTQoKCtMAADZJzSI1/DSCN3385.JPG?et=a1g3TtbZwzv7vMMYVVCeFw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We know each other's secrets...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SHFufwoKCtMAADtT80Y1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SHFufwoKCtMAADtT80Y1/DSCN3386.JPG?et=Kyu%2B8cAor6RMN%2BXaHSMitQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Truly, silver and gold have I none, but having Joy and Marc, I have the most precious treasures. O di ba sobrang blessed ako?? Hoo! Thank you Lord!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Ikaw, anong greatest blessing mo?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&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/5193682369587870322-3810091348729820304?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3810091348729820304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=3810091348729820304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/3810091348729820304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/3810091348729820304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/sushi-and-siblings.html' title='Sushi and Siblings'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-5114857805554066499</id><published>2008-07-04T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T02:31:25.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BEAUTY OF A WOMAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" size="3"&gt;Author: Unknown&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" size="3"&gt;The beauty of a woman; is not in the clothes she wears,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" size="3"&gt;The figure that she carries; or the way she combs her hair.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" size="3"&gt;The beauty of a woman; must be seen from in her eyes,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" size="3"&gt;because that is the doorway to her heart, The place where love resides.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" size="3"&gt;The beauty of a woman; is not in a facial mole,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" size="3"&gt;But true beauty in a woman; is reflected in her soul.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" size="3"&gt;It is the caring that she lovingly gives, The passion that she shows,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" size="3"&gt;And the beauty of a woman, With passing years-only grows!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5193682369587870322-5114857805554066499?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5114857805554066499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=5114857805554066499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/5114857805554066499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/5114857805554066499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/beauty-of-woman.html' title='THE BEAUTY OF A WOMAN'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-5261777857802975015</id><published>2008-07-02T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T02:22:57.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss youth days</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There's so much energy and vigor in young people's lives. They could go on and on without sleep. Believe me!! They could do "movie marathon" in one seating and attend classes the next day. They could burn the midnight oil and still have all the energy for the next day. Also they could do super-duper-toxic-stressful-school-stuff yet they have time for their church activities and can laugh at the coming days, without worries! There's one of the great lessons I've learned during my Youth days and it's summed up in one word. It's BALANCE. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;There's school time (projects, requirements, deadlines, etc.), there's ministry time (leadership, servanthood, etc.), there's family time (mom, lola, little bro and sis)-usually the most ignored area in a busy young person but it's a No-No! and there's NO EXCUSE! And then there's other extra-curricular, whether in school, ministry, family or just with your friends.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I miss my Youth days so much! Last night I bonded with Meng, Coy, Rica, Mark and Ron. We watched a very hilarious film. it was a Kungfu night for us! Hehe, we watched Kungfu Panda. (Salamat sa libre Mark and congrats ulit! )There are great lessons packed for the whole family especially the kids. Yes, I laughed hard (if you're my friend you know how loud I laugh, hehe) but after all those funny scenes, I've thought about the great insights, the lessons that made me think deeper. I remember the great verse I've learned during my Youth days. &lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SGyYkQoKCtMAAGwlQeI1/10473768820997l%5B1%5D.jpg?et=F0OO%2Czejr8juHi5qjqWCWw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;My Youth days (I forgot the year)&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;A lesson I've learned from my pastors and at the same time from God Himself. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600"&gt;"Don't let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in SPEECH, in LIFE, in LOVE, in FAITH and in PURITY. (I Timothy 4:12)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yes, we've memorize verses by heart but I hugged this verse during my Youth days and now I'm seeing the fruits of it. As the eldest, I teach my sister Joy and my brother Marc who are also in the ministry to be very careful in what they say, to be cautious in how they view and live life, to be truly sincere in loving God's people and to be right and pure in their thinking.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;There's s0oo much things to learn as a young person that's why if you're still in your youth days. Enjoy it my friend. I just want to reiterate what Pastor Sumrall said, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600"&gt;"Serve God and make good decisions based on God's word."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hay...Sobrang miss ko na ang Youth! I miss the good old days. The days I've known God more, the days I've met wise and good friends, the days of dreaming BIG dreams and the days I've realized my purpose in this life. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;If you're a young person reading this blog, maybe it's time for you to reflect. I just did. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;----------------&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;By the way, someone asked me, how old are you na ba? I answered I'm 22. Then I realized I'm still on my Youth days, hehe. But I am attending Professional's now and am surrounded with people greater and older than me. Well, I'm happy with my co-professionals, time for learning in a new way but I just missed the youth days.&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SGyY5AoKCtMAAHNRb4w1/IMG_0145%5B1%5D.jpg?et=c5TE61LQL%2CLlrP5gGhAK7g&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;The Professionals (September 2007)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5193682369587870322-5261777857802975015?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5261777857802975015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=5261777857802975015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/5261777857802975015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/5261777857802975015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-miss-youth-days.html' title='I miss youth days'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-7481259701715259011</id><published>2008-06-30T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T13:37:20.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BAND-AID for a BROKEN HEART</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My sister finally arrived and she gave me my request. It's not clothes, not shoes, not make-ups, not accessories or even perfume. Guess what? It's a BAND-AID with Doraemon designs on it!! I used to have Hello Kitty, Kerrokeroppi, Bears, some cool colors and other creative-designed band-aids during my teenage years and you may call me "mababaw" but I'm telling you, I am s0oo much happy with it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;You may ask me what I do with those band-aids? Okay, honestly, I just keep two pieces of it in my wallet. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The logic behind? In case, a friend of mine gets wounded and hurt, I can definitely get my cool-designed band-aid and offer it to him/her. Instead of focusing on the wound or the pain, that friend of mine will just smile because of the designs and that makes me happy, hehe&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Few weeks ago, my dear friend Coy broke up with her boyfriend. She told me about it and I felt the pain that she's in. Yes, I never had a boyfriend but I've experienced the pain of a broken heart. I was amazed how Coy handled things. In her blog, she wrote how thankful she was of her lover. I know she learned a lot of things from that relationship and it made her grow. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I remember my Youth pastor before when he and his girlfriend broke up. I told him, "sayang naman po yung taon" then he answered me, "Mon, some relationship won't work, even if you hold on to it. We may not know the reason why God gave us that person but definitely He knows what He is doing." It gave me a great lesson. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Again, like what I advised Coy, Stand up, dust yourself off and move on with life. God heals the broken hearted. I'll give her a piece of the best Doraemon band-aid I have. Coy will never stick it on her heart but it's a symbolism for me, simple way of telling her that she doesn't have to look at the wounds of a broken heart but the colorful side of it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;God loves you Coy! You deserve to be happy!! One Doreamon band-aid for you this Wednesday&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&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/5193682369587870322-7481259701715259011?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7481259701715259011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=7481259701715259011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/7481259701715259011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/7481259701715259011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/06/band-aid-for-broken-heart.html' title='BAND-AID for a BROKEN HEART'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-1709964366921820278</id><published>2008-06-26T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T22:02:54.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just sharing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I've written it in a short bond paper and posted it in our comfort room's door. Just this day, I've noticed that it's been a year now since I posted it. The bond paper already changed its color unlike before that it's pure white. I also noticed some sprinkles of water &lt;em&gt;(may drops na natuyo na lang sa tagal)&lt;/em&gt; it's a sign of one year old. I know that one day, I'll throw that paper away, maybe these coming months, but before I do, I wanna share the simple but juicy notes I've read from a very successful person and inspiring man that we all know. The creative genius behind Apple computers and Ipod. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" size="3"&gt;Sometimes, life's going to hit you on the head with a brick. &lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;DON'T LOSE FAITH! &lt;/font&gt;I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I love what I did. &lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;YOU'VE GOT TO FIND WHAT YOU LOVE...&lt;/font&gt;This is true to lovers...If you haven't found what you love, &lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;KEEP LOOKING AND DON'T SETTLE.&lt;/font&gt; As with all the matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And like any great relationship, it's just get better and better as the year rolls on.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Steve Jobs-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" color="#33cc00" size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para sa ating lahat,kahit ano pa yan,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00" size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;maligayang paghahanap!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff" size="3"&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Keep asking, and it will be given to you. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff" size="3"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Keep searching, and you will find. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff" size="3"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Keep knocking, and the door will be opened for you."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff" size="3"&gt;(Matthew 7:7)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5193682369587870322-1709964366921820278?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1709964366921820278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=1709964366921820278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/1709964366921820278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/1709964366921820278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-sharing.html' title='Just sharing'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-8595182035532181986</id><published>2008-06-25T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T18:03:41.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't wait...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Nothing is permanent in this world except change. It's a cliche, hehe. Well, s0oo happy coz few days to go, my super-kulit, super-sipag, super-traveler, super-close kong sistah is arriving from the land of the rising sun. Of course, my one and only sistah, Joy. So excited to see her!! I can't wait to hear her funny stories, I can't wait to bond with her again. I wanna see the changes! Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;As the eldest, I am happy and blessed to have Marc as my bro and Joy as my sis. Sobrang thankful ako kay God for giving me them. They are my precious treasures! Kumpleto na naman kami  at higit sa lahat may katabi na naman akong matulog. Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SGLnIgoKCtMAAD37VeM1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SGLnIgoKCtMAAD37VeM1/april%2026%20096.jpg?et=kFrmP%2Cdoleij%2CbLjqJnkQg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font color="#3333ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the airport (Joy's departure)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love you Joy and Marc!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;Mula sa inyong &lt;font color="#009900"&gt;kapamilya &lt;/font&gt;at &lt;font color="#6633ff"&gt;kapuso&lt;/font&gt;,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99ff" size="5"&gt;Ate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&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/5193682369587870322-8595182035532181986?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8595182035532181986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=8595182035532181986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/8595182035532181986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/8595182035532181986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-can-wait.html' title='I can&amp;#39;t wait...'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-9042339862128637675</id><published>2008-06-23T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:43:39.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Gulay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="times, times new roman, serif" size="3"&gt;Since visiting &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Baguio&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; is still as fresh as Broccoli I bought from the place. I wanna share the outrageous experience I’ve had in one of the outrageous places I’ve been to. Hehe, I visited a vegetarian restaurant and it’s really amazing! It’s owned by Kidlat Tahimik, the Independent film director (You may google his name in case you don’t know him). Sayang nga kasi di ko siya nakita at ang kanyang gwapong anak. Hehe, but my supervisor saw him coz he went there in a different day with his friends from &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Baguio&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and I went there with my sister’s good friend Rachel whose been living in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Baguio&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; for five years now. (Aww sarap!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="times, times new roman, serif" size="3"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/2/photos/upload/300x300/SGB0FwoKCtMAACo8Kvs1/IMG_4483.JPG?et=wKu%2Bx8Rj0TAkHC2AhJ69xg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="times, times new roman, serif" color="#009900" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Up up up to Oh My Gulay (5th floor)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Times" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="times, times new roman, serif" size="3"&gt;Now let’s talk about the place. It’s a nature tripping entrance. It’s like a forest scene from the Midsummer Night’s Dream movie. You’ll see a lot of artworks displayed and they even have a lomo wall which Rachel and I love to take pictures with.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Times" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SGB1LAoKCtMAAEMLkM81"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/2/photos/upload/300x300/SGB1LAoKCtMAAEMLkM81/IMG_4480.JPG?et=crYIhbvL%2BXQUaIyPMF1Slw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="times, times new roman, serif" color="#006600" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little bridge from the entrance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SGB2SwoKCtMAAGDyQ5k1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SGB2SwoKCtMAAGDyQ5k1/IMG_4457.JPG?et=rxIFr%2CYSHM6xGClcZhyA7g&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face="Times" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="times, times new roman, serif" color="#009900" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The lomo wall (check out: &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;lomomanila.ph&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Times" color="#009900" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SGB3TgoKCtMAAAa0V1Q1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/2/photos/upload/300x300/SGB3TgoKCtMAAAa0V1Q1/IMG_4465.JPG?et=eh%2CuJHiOphiCBhRYvnVvlA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Times" color="#009900" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="times, times new roman, serif" color="#006600" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An artwork from an artistic author, Astig!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="times, times new roman, serif" size="3"&gt;About the food, it’s yummy and healthy! We ordered their best seller. The waldorfesto for Php110 and Anak ng Putanesca (the spelling?) for Php110 also. If you taste the food, you’ll conclude that the prices are very reasonable. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Times" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SGB4mAoKCtMAACVv@CQ1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/2/photos/upload/300x300/SGB4mAoKCtMAACVv@CQ1/IMG_4461.JPG?et=cq5jAU6uhNovf%2BHzZ0SIew&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face="Times" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times" color="#009900" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rachel with the food&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Times" color="#009900" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="times, times new roman, serif" size="3"&gt;We went to the other side of the resto and they have a little stage with our hero’s Jose Rizal picture. Astig yung set up! An artist told us that different bands play in that stage and he even invited us to witness the event on the next day. I told him, that I’ll be leaving the next day.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="times, times new roman, serif" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="times, times new roman, serif" size="3"&gt;I and my sister’s friend, Rachel had a great time. We talked a lot of stuff, from lovelife (Oohh!), work, friendship and others. She’s been living in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Baguio&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; for five years now and yet she hasn’t seen the place. Thanks to the internet coz I was able to find one of the outrageous places in &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Baguio&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;City&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. The lady in the souvenir section asked us how we heard the place, I muttered with confidence,&lt;em&gt; I read it from a blog.&lt;/em&gt; Hehe&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="times, times new roman, serif" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="times, times new roman, serif" size="3"&gt;While going to SM Baguio to meet my officemates, I asked Rachel how she finds the place, she said with a smile. I’ll come back and bring my officemates. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="times, times new roman, serif" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="times, times new roman, serif" size="3"&gt;Now that’s outrageous!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Times" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Times" size="3"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Times" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Times" size="3"&gt;Those who you who will visit Baguio, it's a must see place especially to those people who are artistic in nature (My friends Xavier Abelador, Jay Suasin and Marie Grace Tablizo). I'm sure after seeing the place, eating their scrumptious meals and observing the artworks, you'll just say, Oh My Gulay! Hahaha&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="times, times new roman, serif" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SGB61goKCtMAAGMQ7fs1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SGB61goKCtMAAGMQ7fs1/IMG_4479.JPG?et=T11%2B3N9kYMl%2CmJjb7ogHLw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face="Times" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="times, times new roman, serif" color="#009900" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napa 'oh my gulay' ako sa art piece na 'to. Astig talaga!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="times, times new roman, serif" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;&lt;br /&gt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="times, times new roman, serif" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/5193682369587870322-9042339862128637675?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9042339862128637675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=9042339862128637675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/9042339862128637675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/9042339862128637675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-my-gulay.html' title='Oh My Gulay!'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-4156345555717490593</id><published>2008-06-20T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T23:20:59.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baguio City</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Five days of not facing the computer, five days of not at home, five days of laughters, five days of getting to know new people, five days of fantastic stay in Baguio City! Yes!! After s0oo many years, I finally went up to Baguio again. I think I was in Fourth Grade when my family visited the place and fast forward to 2008, since I am now working, this time it was with my officemates. Imagine the changes I've noticed. Grabe! I am a witness of a changing lifestyle in Baguio.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now, to document my stay in Baguio, of course I must have a camera. Since our DG cam is with Joy, I borrowed one from a very good and generous friend. Salamat JhayR&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;. We took a lot of pictures, from day 1 to day 5. Just sharing some pictures.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFyUlQoKCtMAAHItDHk1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFyUlQoKCtMAAHItDHk1/IMG_4422.JPG?et=tzWf3VUWCTU9Tmpi6fYVkA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The famous table at Mines View Park&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFyV6AoKCtMAAA34Ij81/IMG_4414.JPG?et=2OmN8oMvuNxjQIZ8CHNmwg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Mga Igorots-kuno plus two authentic Igorots at Mines View Park&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFyXKQoKCtMAACUio-I1/IMG_4242.JPG?et=9hDyj1X9ZNnvTQUtIfWcFw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The man who is selling the yummy Strawberry taho took this picture of us while boating at Burnham Park.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFyYTQoKCtMAADk9IlU1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFyYTQoKCtMAADk9IlU1/IMG_4339.JPG?et=BqcsPKNKTdpifFJGbLgkQQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Eating ice cream without a sweater in Baguio? Ohh, I miss the freezing cold winter!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SFycmAoKCtMAAB2OHXo1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SFycmAoKCtMAAB2OHXo1/IMG_4502.JPG?et=jkhwHy9HF1NwLfTtxlFGkg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I surely love this bus at PMA&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;I wanna share more pictures and more kwentos but I don't have the luxury of time. Hay...Next time, next time, sana di ko makalimutan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;God bless you all!&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/5193682369587870322-4156345555717490593?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4156345555717490593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=4156345555717490593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/4156345555717490593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/4156345555717490593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/06/baguio-city.html' title='Baguio City'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-706627400400467177</id><published>2008-06-11T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T03:23:11.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've learned from Dr. John Maxwell</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Invest in my mind." This is one of my ultimate goals, that's why when my loyal friend Coy informed me about the simulcast leadership conference by Dr. John Maxwell. I didn't think twice and grabbed the opportunity. I don't know why I love attending seminars or conferences, yes you may term that as 'sponging,' but there's just this hunger in me to learn, to learn and to learn (I believe that all of us has a lot of things to learn and discover). I'll ask as many questions as I can, observe as much as I want and read until I fall asleep. Honestly for me, LEARNING IS FUN!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Since I've listened to a wise man sharing his wisdom to thousands of Filipino people last Tuesday (June 10, 2008), it is my honor to share the nuggets of wisdom I've learned. I'm telling you, it's full packed. John Maxwell has a lot of information that's why most of us who attended took notes (fingers crossed). As a good friend, I wanna share some things that struck me, of course, we have different needs, but I hope you learn from these things as well. Now get ready coz I have a 20 pages notes here. Hehe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;EVERYONE WANTS TO BE SUCCESSFUL-I agree when Dr. John Maxwell said this. For 30 years, he studied success and surrounded himself with successful people. Yes, success is very subjective and personal. For him, a person needs only four things to be successful. And that is summed up in this acronym that can be found in most of his books. 'REAL.' R stands for relationships, E stands for Equipping, A stands for Attitude and L stands for Leadership.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;SUCCESS IS KNOWING YOUR PURPOSE IN LIFE-He mentioned that highly successful people know why they're here. They have persistence when everyone's giving up. Truly there are hundreds of us or even more than that who have not discovered our purpose in life but let's not lose heart coz it takes some time. Dr. John Maxwell himself said that it took him 7 years with passion to discover it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;PASSION GIVES YOU ENERGY-We have to ask ourselves, &lt;em&gt;what are we passionate about?&lt;/em&gt; He said that our purpose and passion usually match so we have to know our passion. There are some things that we're passionate about but we're not good at it. We can't spend our money, time and 100% effort in the things we're not born with. Our passion and our abilities or giftedness should match. Finding that passion will produce high energy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;IF YOU CAN BELIEVE, IT YOU CAN ACHIEVE IT-This is a famous statement most of us know. But I'm telling you, Dr. John Maxwell is not agreeing with this statement. He gave American Idol as an example. Some people are believing that they have the talent but they don't have the innate gift to sing. If they keep on believing that, it's gonna bring misery to their lives. Like what I've said above, there's just some things that we're not good at and we have to accept it. We have weaknesses but we do have strengths as well. It's better to sharpen those strengths that we have than focus on our weaknesses. If you can't sing my dear friend, you can't sing. Welcome to life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;IF YOU'RE NOT ANY GOOD AT YOUR JOB, DO EVERYBODY A FAVOR, RESIGN-Dr. Maxwell said that average people will not add value to the world. We have to be honest in evaluating ourselves, are we an average employee or an excellent one. Well, it tales time to be on the excellent side but if we're really not doing any good with our job, we better resign and find the job that we're passionate about. Like what Ms. Carol Austria said, you will only do things excellently if you're passionate with it. I agree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;INVEST IN YOURSELF, INVEST IN OTHERS AS WELL-What book are you reading? What book did you let someone borrowed? He asked these questions and it made me think deeper. If we wanna be succesful, we have to pay the price. If you're a parent, invest in your kids, tell them stories before going to bed, teach them good values, buy them good books. Dr. maxwell said that books are the greatest investment that a parent will make to his/her children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I've learned a lot from that ledership conference. I tell you, it's gravitas! I wanna write more and share more but I think it's better if learn from him directly through reading his books as if you're having a cup of coffee with Dr. John Maxwell, for me, Apple juice is enough. Hehe, hope you've learned from what I've learned form Dr. Maxwell. Like what he said, invest in others, I've invested my time just to write this long entry for the sake of my good friends who continously reading my blog posts. I'm sharing it and passing it on.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm fascinated with the life that we have, there's so much things to learn!! Hoo!! What an awesome Creator we have. Thank you Lord for the wisdom! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Stay blessed people!!&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/thumbs_up.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Monette &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/5193682369587870322-706627400400467177?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/706627400400467177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=706627400400467177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/706627400400467177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/706627400400467177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-i-learned-from-dr-john-maxwell.html' title='What I&amp;#39;ve learned from Dr. John Maxwell'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-8837687312585269209</id><published>2008-06-09T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T09:24:33.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salamat sa holiday (",)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thank God for this holiday! I was able to visit a parlor for a hair spa and a new hair cut. Hehe, now I can say, it's one of my favorite places on earth!! Alam mo yung feeling na pag labas mo sa isang parlor feeling mo, ang ganda (10x) mo. Yun pala feeling mo lang yun! Ouch!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Just wanna share the new look&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt; (Ang gaan-gaan ng feeling!) Hehe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SE1VAgoKCtMAADLoeyE1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SE1VWQoKCtMAAEymv2I1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SE1VWQoKCtMAAEymv2I1/06102008%28001%29.jpg?et=e%2CTq7ctUA%2B3Wkvu3Th6EvQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;At dahil holiday today, I checked my wallet and noticed that it's getting thicker and heavier. Well, it's not about the money, the bills or the coins, but the bus tickets! Tsk, tsk, tsk. I've been keeping all these bus tickets for inspection na hindi naman ini-inspect. That's the reason why my wallet is thicker and heavier than the usual. Since it's holiday, time to clean up. And look what I've got...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Naipon na ng husto! Lahat ng 'to direcho sa trash can.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SE1XSAoKCtMAABp@aog1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SE1XSAoKCtMAABp@aog1/06062008.jpg?et=QTmijzXD5GG4HLQoFJ5YPw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I wanna sing, ang gaan-gaang ng feeling...ang gaan-gaan ng...hay that's what I'm feeling. Salamat sa holiday! Bow.&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png"&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/5193682369587870322-8837687312585269209?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8837687312585269209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=8837687312585269209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/8837687312585269209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/8837687312585269209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/06/salamat-sa-holiday.html' title='Salamat sa holiday (&amp;quot;,)'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-2839541374278561009</id><published>2008-06-07T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T19:16:23.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince Caspian</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After months of waiting, the moment finally arrived. Hoo!! (Punas pawis! Hehe) We went to Mall of Asia last Friday night and grabbed a seat for five. Seated from left to right facing the big screen were cousin JC, ME, Anmeir, Marc and JhayR. After months, almost a year of not entering a movie house, I was shocked to know the ticket price, it's gold pare! Shining Php170!! Ginto!! Hay...I've asked my tita how much last year since they've watched Spiderman 3, she answered me, it's Php120. So tumataas talaga yearly ganon? Malamang next year, Php220 na (wag naman!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now let's talk about the film. Well, it's really worth watching especially if your a Narnian, I mean Narnian fan, hehe. Every scene was well worth the price. Walang kurapan at kahit na late kami ng mga 6 minutes lang naman (I think the film ran 2 hrs and 4 minutes) and we didn't have the luxury of time to buy popcorn or ice cream or a soda, ok lang kasi every scene was good. They doubled the fighting scenes and the visual effects! Kudos to the production team especially to Direct Adamson!! There were humorous scenes as well, it came from the mouse who said from your imagination when a telmarine lad asked him if he's a mouse? It's really hilarious!! What shocked me, I mean US was when Susan Pevensie kissed Prince Caspian. There's this kilig moment, a question, (may ganung factor?) and a statement with force saying WALA NAMANG GANUN SA STORY AH!! Hehe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well, after watching the movie, Anmeir asked me what if I am Susan who loves Prince Caspian but we have different worlds, what will I do? I didn't answer her but asked her the same question. She answered, I'll tell him to go with me, in my world. Naks! After hearing her answer, then I finally said, Ako? Hmm, I'll stay in his world. I know it will take time to understand my world but since I know his world and I fully understand it, I'll surely stay. Lalo na kung Narnia yung world at andun si Aslan. Wow, ang saya nun! Hehe, tapos isama mo pa si Ben Barnes, joke.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;So far, we had a great time. I continously hear JC saying astig ate Monette especially when we're on our way home. Hehe, nahawa na sa expression ko! Tsk, tsk. For those of you who hasn't watched it yet, I recommend it! I won't say that it's a great way to bond with friends or family coz for sure you'll just focus on the big screen without noticing that you have a good friend beside you. Hehe, NO! That's exageration! Well, for Php170 as gintong ticket price, it's worth it&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;                                                        **********************&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;FYI: Did you know that Susan Pevensie, played by Anna Popplewell, is taking English Literature in Madelene College where C.S Lewis spent the rest of his life as a professor? A very talented lass at the same time smart. Yun ang Astig!!&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/5193682369587870322-2839541374278561009?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2839541374278561009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=2839541374278561009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/2839541374278561009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/2839541374278561009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/06/prince-caspian.html' title='Prince Caspian'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-3023321384967694530</id><published>2008-05-28T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T01:14:25.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag! You're it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; "&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;All right. Floppy Disk tagged me so I'm tagging 8 people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; "&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; "&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;A. People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves. Tag 8 people. Those who are tagged cannot refuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;B. These 8 people must state who they were tagged by. You cannot tag the person who tagged you. Continue this game by sending this to 8 other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;-- Huwat!! It's your lost!! Wahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; "&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;2. What will you do if you do not share the same feelings as the person who likes you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;-- Shocks, hirap naman nito! Ayoko nun, dapat both of you genuinely love each other para masaya&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;3. What if your ex wants you back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;-- I never had an Ex. Haha, Well for the sake of answering the question, "past is past." Friends, ok lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;4. Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;-- Sometimes, yes. Oops, there's a BUT, I just trust God at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;5. Who's your ideal lover?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;-- Secret&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;--Both. I wanna be loved and give love at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;7. If the person you like does not accept you, would you continue to wait for them to change their feelings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;-- Hahaha, hindi ako martyr! Ayaw mo wag mo! Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;-- Feeling ko irrelevant 'to. Ayoko ng attached na, dapat single din.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;-- Can't think of any. I'm happy&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;10. What is "happiness" for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;-- Freedom! I can do whatever I want and whatever I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;11. Is being tagged fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;-- Yes! Yun nga lang limited ang time to ponder and answer all these questions. Feeling ko tuloy, ambush interview 'to at walang sense yung pinagsasasabi ko dito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; "&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;12. Is there anything that has happened in your life that you wish you could rewind and change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;-- No. I'm thankful for everything. I love every moment of my life. Success, Failure, a mixed of everything is good for me. Everything that has happened, I believed, it made me a better person&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;13. Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;-- Syempre, my family, both old and new friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;14. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;-- Floppy Disk? She's brilliant and generous! Uy, pa cheese burger ka naman! Wahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;15. What are you supposed to do right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;-- Preparing for work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;16. If the person you secretly like cannot recognize you, what would you do/how would you react?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;-- Secret. Magpapapansin. Yung tipong pansin talaga niya! Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;17. Would you give your all in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;-- Siguro Yes, I love with all my heart&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;. Walang halong pretensions. I still have a fragile heart so I have to be careful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;18. If you fall in love with two persons simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;-- Never pang nangyari sakin 'to. Laging may lamang for sure. Stick to one lang better say, be loyal para both of you are happy&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;19. What type of friends do you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;-- Genuine and loyal! Yung pang matagalan. Yung tipong uugud-ugod na kami friends pa rin kami. I want friends who will reminisce with me the good old days. So far, from elementary, high school to college friends, we still update each other's lives. Yung tipong walang nagbago. Same kakulitan, same kakwentuhan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;20.Were you to be asked to sacrifice something really important for your love, what would that something be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;-- Hmmm, I think settling down, getting married and building our own family. It's a tough decision for me lalo na sobrang close ako sa present family ko. I think yun ang pinakamahirap na sacrifice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;Tag! you're it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;1. Meng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;2. Marie Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;3. Donna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;4. Kaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;5. Arian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;6. Kuya Imman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;7. Jianicka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;8. Coy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;/div&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/5193682369587870322-3023321384967694530?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3023321384967694530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=3023321384967694530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/3023321384967694530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/3023321384967694530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/05/tag-you-it.html' title='Tag! You&amp;#39;re it!'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-3962226065721337935</id><published>2008-05-21T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T15:59:28.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My sanctuary</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;There will always be a  favorite part of the house. Agree with me. And this part of the house where this laptop is located is my favorite spot. The desk area, (nearest to the window so a person who goes here can feel the wind) where I can do a lot of things, google, read, watch, listen, just be ME, all alone! I can contemplate, think, meditate, scrutinize. Sigh, truly, I need moments like those but not too much&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;. &lt;/img&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Since darkness is visually stimulating and small amounts of light look appealing...I grabbed my phone and captured a nice photo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My favorite book of all (NLT version) and my buddy book light (after years of searching, finally, I got the best!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="3"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SDSe6goKCtMAACXev@41/img434.jpg?et=24lfzmMrEgLd6Yw7QIoMeA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;It makes me want to pray as well...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="3"&gt;Dear God,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="3"&gt;I don't want to be the most beautiful,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="3"&gt;I don't want to be the most powerful,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="3"&gt;I don't want to be the most popular,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="3"&gt;I don't want to be the most talented,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="3"&gt;I don't want to be the smartest,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="3"&gt;I don't want to be the richest,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="3"&gt;But please Lord, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="3"&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;make me the most thankful,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="3"&gt;&lt;font color="#6633ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the most content,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" color="#ff6600" size="3"&gt;and the happiest person living.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="3"&gt;A-men.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&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/5193682369587870322-3962226065721337935?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3962226065721337935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=3962226065721337935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/3962226065721337935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/3962226065721337935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-sanctuary.html' title='My sanctuary'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-8602589907344372940</id><published>2008-05-10T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:14:02.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten reasons why I adore my mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SCXRLAoKCtMAAHzZ9e01"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;There are gazillion reasons why I love, respect, honor and adore my mom. But I'll be telling you my Top 10. If your busy, don't waste your time reading this blog but if you have an extra time (possibly but not certainly), feel free to read, smile, reminisce and cry (fingers crossed-&lt;EM&gt;WAG NAMAN SANA&lt;/EM&gt;). I just wanna share a great story about my mom or should I say BRAG about my mom. Hahaha&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Yes, I know there is NO, NEVER, EVER, and NO (again!) perfect mom in this huge world and there will never be. But I tell you, my mom is perfect for me!! She's a mixed of everything. She has good and bad moods, lenient at the same time strict, sometimes she's joyful and there are times she'll shout at you, but for me, she's perfect and I love, respect, honor and adore her for being who she is. As you read along, just open your eyes and heart to the wonderful world of motherhood. I am not a mother yet I think God has shown me the right path to follow. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000 size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;TOP 10 REASONS WHY I ADORE MY MOM&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000 size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/2/photos/upload/300x300/SCXTqwoKCtMAADMGhys1/April%2009%20%2708%20230.jpg?et=ShkQws89%2CkdhlnjkK%2CQs%2CA&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;1. She provides everything&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Great food, relaxing home, nice clothes. Those are the basics and essentials that a father must provide for his family. Well, my mom did it all. She has provided us with everything! From our school tuition fees, our allowances, our homeworks and projects, our field trips, our travel adventures, everything!! Because of her, I've been a believer that nothing is impossible if as long as a person believes. If a person has a great faith in God, s/he has nothing to worry coz God is our ultimate source. I got that from my mom that's why until now everytime I want something, I just remember her words of wisdom. I have to pray about it, save and sometimes just trust God at all and things happen miraculously.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;2. She supports us&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I am blessed to have a very supportive mom. She never pushed us to do things the way she wanted it. She lets us make decisions for ourselves. I can't think of a thing where she dictated us to do something that we don't want to do. Yes, she dictated me to pay the bills on time but a major decision about ourlives, never!! Decisions like what course to take, what school, even our crafts, our extra curricular activities, she supports us!! I remember when I was a kid, I learned ballet, theatre, piano lessons during summer time and she lets me decide those. That's why as early as a teenager, I can make decisions on my own and as I evaluated it, everything was a good decision (Thanks to God's guidance!)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;3. She teaches well&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;You will attract someone like you. That's the unforgettable statement I heard from my mom. She said this when I was in high school and instructed me to have a mindset of finishing my studies. She said in her tagalog version: &lt;EM&gt;Kung tapos ka ng pag-aaral, magkakagusto sayo tapos din.&lt;/EM&gt; She always says that back then. Of course today, not anymore. It's the other way around. She pushes me to pursue relationship. Well, I don't want to rush things and jump on it. Time will come. I still thank my mom for giving me that advice, because of her I finished my studies and will have my Masters degree one day.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;4. She leads by example&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;She is a hardworker! We've seen it and we're all proud of her. She knows the dignity of harwork. It's been one year now since I graduated from college and now am working and there are just times when I feel s0oo tired and find s0oo many reasons not to go to work but I just remember my mom who is s0oo hardworking and I humble and drag myself to work. Maybe that's the reason why I am not the kind of employee who loves to absent. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;5. She laughs in hard times&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;We experience troubles a lot of times and in those times, I worry. But my mom, she'll laugh at those nonsense stuff. &lt;EM&gt;Minsan feeling ko tuloy ako pa yung nanay na sobrang alalang-alala pero siya talagang cool lang.&lt;/EM&gt; That's one of the characteristics I admire from her. She's funny and some of my closest friends know that. She's crazy and she can crack jokes until everyone's stomach is full of air. &lt;EM&gt;Naniniwala na tuloy ako sa mana, namamana nga pala talaga and ugali. &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;6. She forgives endlessly&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;We can't please everyone. My mom told us stories about her enemies (some friends and some relatives) but she has a heart of forgiveness. I admire her when it comes to that. Probably because I am not the type of person who easily forgives (I'm just being honest here) but my mom, well, she's a good example for that. Everytime I think of a person who forgives easily, two persons come to my mind: My favorite Bible character Joseph the Dreamer and my mom. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;7. She inspires people&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;She has a lot of experiences in life and that's the reason of her great stories. She inspires people and gives words of wisdom. She crack jokes but when she's serious she'll share the best stories of her life. Stories about single parent, lovelife, money, plans, achieving your dreams and following your heart. And just being a good story teller to everyone. A normal thing for a mother.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;8. She humbles herself&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;This is the best character I admire from my mom. I never saw or hear her brag about something. Yes, she testifies great things that God has been doing in her life, but being proud? Well, yes, she's proud of us (I think all parents are proud of their kids in some ways) hehe but you know the PROUD HEART that I'm talking about here? The sinful PRIDE that a person tends to look at others unequally but inferior (that badly, putting others down attitude). Yes, you will never hear words to discriminate a person coming out of her mouth. She even hates that!! Believe me!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;9. She gives generously&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;She's blessed and that's the reason why she's sharing it. She gives generously without hesitation. As in generously! She taught me to give with value. How can a person possibly give if it doesn't have any value? Why give anyway?? She's right about that! A lot of people need to learn this. I learned that lesson in a hard way. Thanks to her!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;10. She respects the Almighty&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;This time, I am bragging. I am bragging about my mom knowing, respecting, trusting God above all else. I think that's the best thing that could ever happen to a person, realizing and learning to respect the Almighty. This life is just temporary and it feels good to know that you are secured of whatever life brings you and wherever it takes you. You know that you have someone by your side and definitely NO WORRIES!! Tuition fee increases this enrollment, rice getting more and more expensive everyday? No worries at all because you know that you and your family's gonna eat good meals tomorrow and tuition fees will be provided. She has that great faith and it's contagious.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Now you know what kind of mother I have. I think it's time that you think, enumerate and appreciate the Top 10 best characteristics of your mom. Like what I've mentioned, there will never be a perfect mom (because we commit mistakes) BUT a mother whoever she is, if she's really doing a great job in nourishing her kids, taking good care of them, and teaching them to be the best person that a society and this world will ever have, those moms will be close to perfect in their children's eyes. Well, she is!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;To all the moms, mommies, inas, nanays, nays, mothers, or whatever name your children call you, &lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Belated Happy Mother's day po!!&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;Many thanks for all the sacrifices you've made in raising your children.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#999900 size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Photos:&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SCzBdQoKCtMAABCIMVs1/April%2014%2C%20%2708%20006.jpg?et=Vc9zvtLrVsDWKAB5vIFZiQ&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc6600&gt;Above: tita, Marc, Joy, mom and me&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc6600&gt;Below: The laughing hyenas &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SCzCQAoKCtMAACFmAOY1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SCzCQAoKCtMAACFmAOY1/April%2014%2C%20%2708%20019.jpg?et=QrqUKz5IhNiwD6l067Yygg&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&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/5193682369587870322-8602589907344372940?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8602589907344372940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=8602589907344372940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/8602589907344372940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/8602589907344372940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/05/ten-reasons-why-i-adore-my-mom.html' title='Ten reasons why I adore my mom'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-9132299009225467667</id><published>2008-05-07T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T15:57:18.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it wonderful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=justify&gt;Good morning, good morning, good morning everyone!! Woohoo!! (I feel like a DJ who's shouting it out to those people who are in the public transporation) Hehehe&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT color=#009900 size=3&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffcc33&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Isn't great to open your eyes and see the beauty of God's creation? The sunrise!!&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#663366&gt;(If you're working at night, you know what I mean) Yes I love the moon and stars but I miss the sun s0oo much!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3333ff size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Isn't it wonderful to stretch your arms to the right or to the left, to the left&lt;/STRONG&gt; (Sing with me!! Hehe)&lt;STRONG&gt; and know that your healthy and able to stretch and exercise a little?&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc33cc size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Isn't it nice to know that you have a lot of "things to do" in a day than doing nothing and just wasting your time?&lt;/STRONG&gt; (Yep, we really have to be productive men and women!)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000 size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Isn't it splendid to eat what you want upto your stomach's content?&lt;/STRONG&gt; (Not gluttony!!)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6666cc size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Isn't it a joy to know that you are free to do whatever you want?&lt;/STRONG&gt; (You can sing in the shower, watch until you fall asleep, blog, read and devour the words, dance when no one is watching) Thank you Lord for the FREEDOM!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT color=#666600 size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Isn't it awesome to wake up and realize after s0oo many reflections that you have a dream to fulfill and that dream of yours is still alive?&lt;/STRONG&gt; (It's just an overflowing joy)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffcc00&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600 size=3&gt;With all these have been said...You'll conclude that&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600 size=5&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;there's s0oo many good reasons to live your best life now and be at your best everyday. &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc33cc size=3&gt;Well, today is the day that I'm feeling all of these positive things. Agree with me that troubles will never leave us, they're always there, even the stress but agree with me as well that with everything that's happening in ourlives,&lt;STRONG&gt; &lt;FONT size=5&gt;our Ultimate and Omnipotent God is in control. He'll always be there with YOU along the way. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc9933 size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;I think this is the right and the best thing to start my day. To bring inspiration and encouragement to everyone's reading this blog. We know the saying "share your blessings," I'm telling you, somebody just inspired and encouraged me s0oo I'm passing it on to you. It's contagious!!&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#339999 size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;And remember...&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc6600 size=3&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Everyday is a wonderful opportunity to laugh, to learn, to love, to live life to the fullest. This is the reason why this blog is existing. This is one of the good days that we have friends, s0oo wake up and make the most of this day!!&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SCIySgoKCtMAAHdBA5o1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SCIySgoKCtMAAHdBA5o1/img328.jpg?et=4%2BD%2BlfdFywOqdxoNB1ldqw&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;May God bless us all! Enjoy your day (",)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt;,&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms" color=#ff99ff&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Monette&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/rose.png"&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&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/5193682369587870322-9132299009225467667?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9132299009225467667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=9132299009225467667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/9132299009225467667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/9132299009225467667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/05/isn-it-wonderful.html' title='Isn&amp;#39;t it wonderful...'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-897691920107321703</id><published>2008-05-01T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T23:34:07.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our differences</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I've been googling and look what I've found...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SBqu7AoKCtMAAEDrP2w1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SBqu7AoKCtMAAEDrP2w1/MissionGap.jpg?et=WTyHOP1r06awPG1m8TIzlg&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I was with my high school barkada Jessica (with her boyfriend) in a Karimadon's store at Robinsons Manila. We discussed how WE, women love shopping or should I say side seeing. Hehe. Jheck's boyfriend kept telling stories how she shops for almost an hour for a blouse. Honestly guys, is that really annoying??&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/confused.png"&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Now I understand why every time I entered a store at the mall with my brother, he looks for chairs &lt;EM&gt;(Magaling mag-isip mga taga Kamiseta!)&lt;/EM&gt; and sometimes while walking with him somewhere at the mall, he'll hold my head and say, &lt;EM&gt;"Te, direcho tingin."&lt;/EM&gt; Then I'll answer him, &lt;EM&gt;"Bakit ba?? Sale no!!"&lt;/EM&gt; Sometimes I question, is he serious or just teasing? He's serious.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Sigh. Well guys, please understand us, it's our nature.&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt; We know the fact that there's these sense of pride and ego in all of you and we accept and understand that. Now it's the other way around. You don't want us to splurge every penny that we have in none sense stuff, we make sure we get good deals and the blouse or Gap pants are wise buy for us. Every time we enter a store and we like something, we check everything. From the color, the fitting, the looks of a blouse and of course, there's this question in our minds, are we gonna use it or not? It really takes time for that decision to buy or not to buy. Especially if you know that you're in a tight budget like me. &lt;EM&gt;Kaya temptation ang sale sa paningin ko!!&lt;/EM&gt; Hahaha&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Of course, everyone is different but I think I'm speaking on behalf of almost all women. Hehe. God created us differently and fashioned us uniquely from each other. Remember what Morales said to Pacman in their beer commercial &lt;EM&gt;(Bigla ko lang naisip)&lt;/EM&gt; ? &lt;EM&gt;"Wala kang katulad Manny!"&lt;/EM&gt; This goes to all women, from different tribes, ethnics and nationalities. &lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;WALA KAMING KATULAD!&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Yes, we may go to GAP for 3 hours and 26 minutes and it may cost $876, but I tell you, everything we bought were worth buying for!! Peace tayo guys! Hehehe&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/5193682369587870322-897691920107321703?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/897691920107321703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=897691920107321703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/897691920107321703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/897691920107321703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/05/our-differences.html' title='Our differences'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-5811566133981487383</id><published>2008-04-27T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T15:45:14.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaningless</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099 size=3&gt;Not that meaningful conversation&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I had a funny conversation with kuya Terd. My phone was ringing and there was no name, just number appearing on my phone. I had no idea who was calling since I've change phone last March, I didn't have the energy to transfer some or should I say many phone numbers that were saved in my phone memory. At first, I was thinking maybe it's a job interview over the phone. Hehe, anyway the funny conversation went like this...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Moi:&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Hello&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099&gt;kuya Terd:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;EM&gt;Mon? (Interrogative talaga!!)&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Moi:&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;EM&gt;Yes, who's this? &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099&gt;kuya Terd:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;EM&gt;Mon?? Ikaw ba 'to?&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099&gt;Moi:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;EM&gt;Yes, sino ba 'to?&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099&gt;kuya Terd:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;EM&gt;Kala ko wrong number ako. (Sabay tanong) Ba't may accent??&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Then, I started laughing. I just can't contain myself so I laughed and laughed. Hahaha&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399 size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Cravings&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I've been craving for Krispy Kreme doughnuts (any doughnut from Krispy Kreme will do), Californian Maki from Tokyo Tokyo, Kit Kat, and Dewberry biscuit (Raspberry flavor) and C2 yellow. Yes I am a believer of healthy eating and I do love to eat healthy food but sometimes you're just lusting to eat sweets. So before going to the office. I've indulged myself and bought everything I've been craving for. Waaah...Pleasures!!!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&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/5193682369587870322-5811566133981487383?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5811566133981487383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=5811566133981487383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/5811566133981487383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/5811566133981487383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/04/meaningless.html' title='Meaningless'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-6492531168102751600</id><published>2008-04-23T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T01:39:07.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffcc00 size=3&gt;10 reasons why I am s0oo happy&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;1. &lt;STRONG&gt;My mom's visit&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;EM&gt;(Hoo! After how many years!)&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;2. &lt;STRONG&gt;I went to Pangasinan with my family&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;EM&gt;(Bonding moments talaga!)&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;3. &lt;STRONG&gt;I went to Pampanga with my brother, cousin and new friends &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;(Thanks tita Letty sa pag-ampon mo po samin sa mansion mo, hahaha)&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;4. &lt;STRONG&gt;I'm immersing myself in good books&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt; (Astig talaga!)&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;5. &lt;STRONG&gt;Joy went to Tokyo&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;EM&gt;(Di ba dapat sadness?? Anyway, for me, it's another room for Joy to grow, mature and be more independent. As her sister, I am s0oo happy)&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;6. &lt;STRONG&gt;I've received Mona's wedding invitation&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;EM&gt;(We're s0oo excited!! Few days to go and she'll be a wife, naks!)&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;7. &lt;STRONG&gt;I have a good relationship with my supervisor&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;EM&gt;(You know the feeling of opening up your concerns and just being honest in what you're feeling to your supervisor? We just did and it feels good!)&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;8. &lt;STRONG&gt;Good music&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;EM&gt;(Music na hindi rock, yung pampatulog. I wanna go back to bed)&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;9. &lt;STRONG&gt;Telling a story with my cousin JC and just spoiling him with some chocolates&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;EM&gt;(His laughter is a music to my ears, wag lang siyang sisigaw.)&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;10. &lt;STRONG&gt;Finally, I can send text messages&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;EM&gt;(Matagal-tagal ding tinopak ang phone ko at hindi ako makapag reply, though I can call and receive messages, but sending text, tinamad talaga mobile ko. Good news, ngayon ayos na!! S0oo happy!!)&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff9900 size=3&gt;Looking forward to...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000 size=2&gt;1. &lt;STRONG&gt;Mona's wedding&lt;/STRONG&gt; (&lt;EM&gt;S0oobrang excited and kinakabahan for Mona. Ang weird. ako ba ikakasal?? Hahaha)&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;2. &lt;STRONG&gt;Reunion with my High School barkada&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;EM&gt;(S0oo happy and excited to see you girls!)&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;3. &lt;STRONG&gt;Bonding moments with my cousin&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;EM&gt;(I need to file a vacation leave for this, first time makukumpleto!)&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;4. &lt;STRONG&gt;Traveling&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;EM&gt;(S0oo excited to see Cebu again! Though matagal pa, looking forward.)&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;5. &lt;STRONG&gt;Attending&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;STRONG&gt;Young Professional's &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;(2 weeks akong wala dahil sa pagpunta sa provinces, namis ko Research and Comm. Bawi talaga ko!)&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff9900 size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;Happy ME!!&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc66cc size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&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/5193682369587870322-6492531168102751600?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6492531168102751600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=6492531168102751600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/6492531168102751600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/6492531168102751600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/04/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-4288804568979615425</id><published>2008-04-19T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T16:38:03.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Instituto Cervantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=justify&gt;Together with my girlfriends, I attended the Instituto Cervantes book event in Kalaw yesterday. I really enjoyed the night with them since it's been weeks now of not hanging out, tsk, tsk, tsk. Poor ME! Finally, I had a chance to talk to Lorie and Apple with regard to careers. &lt;EM&gt;Naks!! Ibang lebel na 'to!&lt;/EM&gt; (Thanks for the insightful conversation!) &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I also had my Spanish dinner, the Paella Valenciana and I forgot the other meal, and well, HMMM, it's MUY DELISIOSO! And of course, I can't get enough of books. I have eight insightful books again!! I bought three books for Php30 only and five books with 20 percent discount, HUWAW!! Isn't it amazing?? &lt;EM&gt;Yung mga ganung sale talaga hindi pinapalampas lalo na't sobrang mura!! Nagamit ko na naman ang  skill ko sa paghahalungkat ng libro na matagal ko ng hindi ginagawa. Balik book sale ulit. Hehehe&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;It's nice to know that you have friends with the same passion as yours. I saw ate Eileen on the event and also Sherwin who is currently studying Spanish in Instituto. &lt;EM&gt;Kaya may tour guide kami!&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;NAGTATALA &lt;EM&gt;(Ayon nga sa cell phone ni Pam)&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SAp-OAoKCtMAADwEsDk1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SAp-OAoKCtMAADwEsDk1/col3.jpg?et=Y1APo%2CVdQNFfre296Ut6vg&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;The stage&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SAp-rwoKCtMAAEPivK41"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SAp-rwoKCtMAAEPivK41/col2.jpg?et=BT6%2BJcLfDxkU%2BQcF5TocnQ&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;Apple, Lorie, me and Pam&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SAqAmwoKCtMAAFdpCsM1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SAqAmwoKCtMAAFdpCsM1/DSC01122.JPG?et=uKq2ChYpWePTU6YqKzOY%2Bg&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600 size=3&gt;So, same positions ba daw?? Hahaha&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&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/5193682369587870322-4288804568979615425?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4288804568979615425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=4288804568979615425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/4288804568979615425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/4288804568979615425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/04/instituto-cervantes.html' title='Instituto Cervantes'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-1507938301049256998</id><published>2008-04-16T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T02:04:12.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=justify&gt;I usually receive books as Birthday presents or Christmas gifts. However, with no apparent reason, I've received a book from a new friend. It's a woman's best friend!!! &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SAcI5goKCtMAAGk0bos1/April%2009%20%2708%20225.jpg?et=Z1iIH3LGgBhqpSsd7306YA&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Written by Joni Eareckson Tada, a handicap, Diamonds in the Dust looks interesting and appealing. (&lt;EM&gt;Siguro dahil isa akong fanatic ng makikintab, mga glittery at mga sparkling stuff!&lt;/EM&gt;) Kidding aside, I love the message of the author to her readers...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc66cc size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;"The book you hold in your hands is my treasure trove of diamond chips I've collected over the years. I've carefully selected favorite gems, ones I've often held to the light, turned this way and that to admire their beauty, diamonds that have made me rich in faith and wealthy in hope. But I'm not the only one. Look down at your feet. The path sparkles. God has placed diamonds in the dust of your road, too!"&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Isn't it encouraging? Again, it is written by a handicap. I salute those people who, in spite of the trials and challenges of life, still see and walk in faith. They are full of hope and they have clear visions of what God has in store for them. That is s0oo amazing!!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;I just read the introduction and scanned the contents and I think every page is well worth to read.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc33cc size=3&gt;Thanks sa book, Jhay R&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SAcI5goKCtMAAGk0bos1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&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/5193682369587870322-1507938301049256998?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1507938301049256998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=1507938301049256998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/1507938301049256998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/1507938301049256998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/04/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-3307786553556598939</id><published>2008-04-15T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:17:05.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Completely blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=justify&gt;I am very choosy when it comes to my multiply blog skin. But when I saw the color and the phrase of my newest blog skin (&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099&gt;Completely blessed&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;), I made an instant decision to change it. And I think it's cute!!  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Yes, I know that my blogs or my multiply account speaks of me. Everything I put in here has a little or big part of me. Since my own site speaks of me, I wanna let every person who is checking out this site (Yes, I am flattered to know some friends of mine are reading my blogs without me knowing, Hi Don!) to know that I am richly blessed or better say completely blessed.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099 size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Why completely blessed?&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Though I'm not born with silver spoon in my mouth, there's nothing more I could ask for. I am content and grateful of what God gave me. The experiences I've had (whether good or bad), the travel opportunities, the good relationships, the genuine friendships, the education, the healthy and good food on the table, the mentors, the lessons I'm learning everyday of my life, the love, the forgiveness and other concrete or abstract things that I can't think of right now. Everything is just a blessing! I think, "completely blessed" is the best statement I could describe my site and myself right now.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099 size=3&gt;I am humbled&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;What have I done to deserve all these?? Nothing. I just feel s0oo loved these past weeks and I thank my family and friends for that. Forgiveness is the key. Just forgetting the past and also moving ahead with life are good for the heart. We can never withhold it. Hay...Thank God for forgiveness. That's a great lesson for me these past weeks&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099 size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Who sustains me?&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Loyal and true friends, of course my family. Everyone knows that I am a family oriented woman (Yes, I'll be using woman from now on&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;). I just love my family. They are my number one priority. They are my inspiration. They taught me to be strong, to love, to be who I am right now. My lola, my mom, Joy and Marc know it. Even my cousins. I remember someone warns me, "Monette, you have to get married ah, you should have your own family." I said my Yes confidently and then asked why? Then the person said that I seem not getting married because of focusing too much with my present family. Well, I think I'm just enjoying my time with them coz I know the fact that one day I'm gonna get married. S0oo these are precious moments!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SAWhjgoKCtMAAByoV841/formal.JPG?et=lYH%2C1sLIew3dry%2BlrPT%2CiA&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;Me, Mom, Marc and Joy&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SAWhrgoKCtMAAC3ZBnQ1/kiss.JPG?et=RAzGQF%2CVleSKSPDRHRS3AA&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;A href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SAWhrgoKCtMAAC3ZBnQ1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;Kissing mom. We love you s0oo much Ma!!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3333ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;With all the good things, &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;I bring God the glory&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3333ff size=3&gt;I am completely blessed!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6666cc size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6666cc size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;James 1:17&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&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/5193682369587870322-3307786553556598939?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3307786553556598939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=3307786553556598939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/3307786553556598939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/3307786553556598939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/04/completely-blessed.html' title='Completely blessed'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-5295855021413563645</id><published>2008-04-14T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:52:20.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;Have you experienced being s0oo generous to a friend and you gave that friend of yours something that you know she'll really like? &lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc6600&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Yung tipong gagawin mo ang lahat, bibitbitin mo yung present mo kahit masugatan or magkagalos galos ka pa?&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;Then suddenly, she'll post that in her multiply account just to let you know that she's been a very good steward of that present. Well, Marie Grace just did it! It's nice to know that she's really taking good care of the sunny earing holder I gave her&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993300&gt;Proof of stewardship:&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Punong puno ng earings!&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993300&gt;My reaction:&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;STRONG&gt;WOW!!&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;EM&gt;(gamit na gamit!)&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SAP3RwoKCtMAAGi@rs81"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SAP3RwoKCtMAAGi@rs81/IMG_4655.jpg?et=jC3wpGKC5S2sEAWyRP4Y%2Bg&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993300&gt;LESSON: &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993300&gt;Appreciate and be a good steward.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;EM&gt;Malay mo matuwa yung friend mo at bigla ka na lang bigyan ulit ng something di ba?&lt;/EM&gt; Hehe&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993300&gt;Have a great day everyone!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&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/5193682369587870322-5295855021413563645?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5295855021413563645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=5295855021413563645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/5295855021413563645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/5295855021413563645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/04/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-6453923522325613380</id><published>2008-04-13T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T19:04:46.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=justify&gt;Work is very stressful. (&lt;EM&gt;Kaya nga work e!)&lt;/EM&gt; And with the stress comes the boredom for an unexplainable reason. That's why sometimes you just need a stress ball. Hahaha or look at the pictures of the unforgettable experiences you've gone through and post it in your blog and put some dialogues on it to ease that thing called STRESS.&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida" color=#009900 size=5&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Like these...&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SAK20QoKCtMAAG47V-01/Image313.jpg?et=IxTCtJwnpNNnFri%2C%2B2gbeQ&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt; DIALOGUE 1: (With feelings) Ey sharky wait for me!!&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SAK3JAoKCtMAAHh@e-s1/Image318.jpg?et=DqlcIBakRhSbtm759HovOA&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;DIALOGUE 2: (Should be encouraging&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;) Ayayay Starfish, ngiti naman dyan, wag mahiya sa camera.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SAK6egoKCtMAAEMDf9c1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SAK6egoKCtMAAEMDf9c1/Image321.jpg?et=vxtHz5sNTOzxc7NuXU3v3w&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;DIALOGUE 3: (Loving the octopus) Ooohh Ursula...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face="comic sans ms" size=5&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;I&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffcc00&gt; just&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#3333ff&gt;need&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;a&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#cc33cc&gt;break&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;.&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&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/5193682369587870322-6453923522325613380?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6453923522325613380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=6453923522325613380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/6453923522325613380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/6453923522325613380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/04/stressed.html' title='stressed'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-3280857726023347254</id><published>2008-04-06T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T16:26:54.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M, M. P</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3366ff size=5&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Modelling (The Imperfect ME)&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-lZIwoKCtMAAEP3CWg1/Mon_XDA_MOdel%5B1%5D.JPG?et=DFXunwVE3AZiVkjRqcmKpw&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;No make-up, bad hairdo, bags under my eyes. You call that modelling? Kuya Terd forwarded the photo he took of me when we met in MOA (Bagong binyag sa SLR!) with the file name &lt;STRONG&gt;MON_XDA_MODEL.&lt;/STRONG&gt; My reaction? Huwattt!! I never imagined myself being a model, &lt;EM&gt;ano kayang itchura kung sakali??&lt;/EM&gt; Photographer or make-up artist pwede pa.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6666 size=5&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Being a make-up artist&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R-la@woKCtMAAGMVeO81"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-la@woKCtMAAGMVeO81/IMG_2259.jpg?et=hi9s1GNfZX0xqaEh29WLSg&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R-lbEAoKCtMAAGWaezo1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-lbEAoKCtMAAGWaezo1/IMG_2260.jpg?et=xI7E8hCBD6GgGhBDOGgB8g&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R-lbJwoKCtMAAG3QnXA1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-lbJwoKCtMAAG3QnXA1/IMG_2261.jpg?et=N0MFUUGK6XWzsv%2BW0fi8eg&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R-lbPgoKCtMAAG3fn5Q1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-lbPgoKCtMAAG3fn5Q1/IMG_2264.jpg?et=nDqvnmyzkK1iBVnKuK29CA&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;Yes I did the make-up for Marc and his barkada for their last prom. Congrats BRO for getting the award as SMILE OF THE NIGHT! Ooopps, make-up ko yan!! Hehe&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;Being a photographer&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/2/16"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/2/photos/2/300x300/16/z1.jpg?et=xWjZgHP9VfiaDS68SDsOCw&amp;nmid=11380276" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;I have enjoyed and loved my Photography class when I was in college. That's why I miss it so bad!! Miss ko na mag photo shoot! Hay&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;Seascape. Adoring BLACK AND WHITE. This photo was taken at Indang, Cavite. Credits to Xavier Abelador for his SLR.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R-lZIwoKCtMAAEP3CWg1"&gt;&lt;/A&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/5193682369587870322-3280857726023347254?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3280857726023347254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=3280857726023347254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/3280857726023347254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/3280857726023347254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/04/m-m-p.html' title='M, M. P'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-2899685720502177238</id><published>2008-04-03T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:42:30.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>with sense or senseless?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;The first time I saw this shirt from my officemate, it brought up a great discussion. Then, he wore it again. I can't help it so I grabbed my phone and took a photo of it. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R-WuZQoKCtMAACYXWF81/img245.jpg?et=cX1eGu2SMyLaO%2CMvyDbSUA&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3333ff size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600 size=5&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Now what do you think???&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/confused.png"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3333ff size=5&gt;Makes sense??&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://pinkmemoirs.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R-WuZQoKCtMAACYXWF81"&gt;&lt;/A&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/5193682369587870322-2899685720502177238?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2899685720502177238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=2899685720502177238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/2899685720502177238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/2899685720502177238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/04/with-sense-or-senseless.html' title='with sense or senseless?'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-7373385640980873244</id><published>2008-04-01T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T01:36:33.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The kid in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=justify&gt;Remember the days when we see toys as rewards because we studied so hard and got good grades?? We love going to Toy stores with our parents and buy great toys that tempt us badly like Polly Pockets, Barbie dolls and even Tamagochi for girls. While the boys have robots, cars, billiards set, balls, superman or batman miniature. Well today it's very different. We have to face it that we are living in a changing world and since mobile phones and other gadgets are upgrading, TOYS can never be left behind! &lt;EM&gt;Naku, ang dami talagang kakaibang laruan ngayon!!&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Thanks to Toy Kingdom for the summer discounts coz I was able to purchase Zoids for cousin JC, a great Barbie doll (the latest!) for cousin Chin and a game board, Monopoly, the Philippine edition for cousin Rainer. Yes, I know what you have in mind. &lt;EM&gt;Bakit di ako bumili?? Hmm, next time na lang, sila muna.&lt;/EM&gt; Because it's summer time and because two of my cousins graduated (kinder and gradeschool), I have to reward them with their hardwork. Yea, they got good grades that's why they deserve a pat on the back and a great toy and a great time with their big cousin ME. We stayed in Toy Kingdom for approximately one hour, my little cousin JC had a hard time deciding. And when he finally decided to buy Zoids, we have to wait for it coz it has to be assembled. My patience was test! And while waiting, I scrutinized the toy store and decided to come back maybe next month for I found the game I think I will like.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3333ff size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Some realizations&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6600cc&gt;TOYS ARE EXPENSIVE NOWADAYS.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; If you're invited to a kid's birthday party whether it's your friend's son or daughter or it's your&lt;EM&gt; inaanak&lt;/EM&gt;, you have to be prepared. &lt;EM&gt;Kung ang bigas nga tumaas, Php26 per kilo and pinakamababa e, ganun din ang toys. Mahal na talaga ngayon!&lt;/EM&gt; Though we live our lives in budget, there's this feeling in us to make the kids so happy so we give them what they want. There are several toy stores which offer gift certificate. Now, we have options if we wanna give them Php100, Php500 or more.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6600cc&gt;GONE ARE THE DAYS OF PIKO, LUKSONG TINIK, BATUHAN TAO, SIPA, DAMPA, AND A LOT MORE.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; Honestly, I miss these kind of games. Yes, I'll admit it. &lt;EM&gt;Naging batang kalsada din ako, lumaki rin ako sa kalye. Umuwi rin ako ng gabi na madungis dahil masarap makipaglaro sa labas!!&lt;/EM&gt; Today, this is a little impossible to do. Maybe because of the danger outside, kidnapping, rapes and other crimes that the kids are not excempted. Parents usually have worries or maybe fears in their hearts of letting their kids play outside. One example of worries is the public transportation. The buses, the jeepneys and other vehicles that could hit a kid like what I've blogged about CJ, the boy I met in PGH last year because he was hit by a truck. We see street children playing outside and questions their parents and sometimes judge them, &lt;EM&gt;anong klaseng mga magulang 'to, iniiwan mga anak sa kalye, mga wala pang tsinelas!&lt;/EM&gt; Who's to blame?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6600cc&gt;&lt;EM&gt;ADVANCEMENT OF TECHNOLOGY&lt;/EM&gt;.&lt;/FONT&gt; Kids today play different kinds of games. We see some of them holding PSP, game boys and computers (Yea, online games). You can see them in the computer shops after classes wasting their allowances in Ragnarok or Dota. Sometimes, I wanna ask the kids, &lt;EM&gt;Oy, may trabaho ka na ba pang suporta sa bisyo mo? Yea, Bisyo na 'to!&lt;/EM&gt; They stay in computer shops for a long time, instead of reading or studying their lessons, they just play online games. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6600cc&gt;THE VALUES.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; What are the good values they can learn? Violence maybe. Kids are more open to sexuality compared before. Is it because of some pop out screens? Again, who's to blame? Is it the changing world? Well, they are more prone to danger compared to us adults. We have to protect them and teach them the possible dangers they may encounter. Also we, adults must teach them the good values as well. Sabi nga ng teachers, good values start at home which I agree and believe in.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3333ff size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Time well spent&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;Well, spending time with my cousins, JC, Chin and Rainer was a productive time for me. It was my off from work and I should be resting and do some stuff but I decided to spend time with them and treat them in Toy Kingdom. It was refreshing to see their smiles especially when they were holding their toys in the cashier area as if it they own it already. Hehe, it feels good to see that moment and I am blessed to witness it as their older cousin. &lt;EM&gt;Sabi nga ni Carmina Villaroel sa Nido commercial niya with her kids, minsan lang sila bata.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;Again, I had a great time and when we're going back home, they all said their Thank you's. Para kong matutunaw, nakakapag pataba ng puso and it just feels so good. The time, the tiring walks in Mall of Asia (you know what I mean), the little savings I've had for that moment. Everything, it's all worth it because of their smile. In my own little way, I've made them smile that last until this very hour.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;It feels good to be a blessing, now I understand the statement, &lt;FONT color=#3333ff&gt;LIVE TO GIVE&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&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/5193682369587870322-7373385640980873244?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7373385640980873244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5193682369587870322&amp;postID=7373385640980873244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/7373385640980873244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5193682369587870322/posts/default/7373385640980873244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/2008/04/kid-in-me.html' title='The kid in me'/><author><name>Monette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03175132693120726577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dMgyzWvgmo/TgXzxVZN7xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ji1d5Q1PKXU/s220/215702_10150167272624035_761044034_6611144_5480102_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5193682369587870322.post-5439305003939343346</id><published>2008-03-30T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T00:41:50.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends around the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=justify&gt;My high school classmate Haziel described me as gregarious. Well, yes I am! I consider myself sociable or better term, friendly. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;God has richly blessed me with so many friends. I treat them as my treasures. &lt;EM&gt;Hindi ako mayaman pero sa kaibigan, I am truly blessed!&lt;/EM&gt; I really thank God for giving me genuine friendships, &lt;EM&gt;walang halong showbiz!&lt;/EM&gt; Haha&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;All these years, I've concluded that friends are important to me. I have shared good times with my friends, attended birthdays, weddings, reunions and other celebrations. Sometimes, the event is just so simple, you have to accomodate a friend to a place or you eat with them with &lt;EM&gt;calamares na mabibili sa kanto, squid balls or fish balls or sometimes mais or chicharon&lt;/EM&gt; and just sit, relax and chat (a chat that will last a day!). Sometimes, there are unscheduled overnights, you have to have sleep overs as soon as possible for a heart to heart talk because of tooot, honestly because of lovelife, because of guys! Or sometimes for the reason of missing each other, you go to their house, visit them, talk to them and eat everything that their fridge can offer. There are also moments like confinement in a hospital or even funerals, these sad moments are important for me to because these are the times you need your firends' presence the most. Their shoulders, their hankies, their advice, their words of wisdom, or simply their naughtiness to make you laugh in these sad moments.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc66cc size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Truly we need our friends beside us but what if some of your friends are not with you anymore for some reason?&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Ahh, I wanna cry, cry so loud that people can hear it and understand my situation and see my heart. Honestly I am missing some great friends, hay life...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;This month of March is truly the month of march. My elementary classmate and long time friend Jianicka went to Australia to work. She did it sacrificially for her family. Though I can feel her loneliness, as one of her good friends, I can't do a thing to ease the loneliness, the homesickness that she's experiencing right now. We just keep forwarding messages to her, good messages to let her sanity stay. Hahaha&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Jianicka has been a great friend, she's been there for a long time. I've seen her getting fat, thin and sexy and getting toot again. I really miss her coz she's a sister to me. There was this time that I was so broke, just 1 text, Jianicka answered immediately and provided the money for an important matter. I'll never forget that. Of course I paid that, &lt;EM&gt;usapan yun&lt;/EM&gt; but you know the point of running to someone because ypu are really in need of something and you know that someone will never fail you, well, it's Jianicka and yes, she never failed me. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Okay fine, Jianicka left and now, it's Anne...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;She's going to Texas for a different reason, to get married. I remember last year when she gave me the news that she's getting married, I was so shocked coz she's the same age as mine, I find her so young for that and even asked her a lot of times if she's really sure about her decision. &lt;EM&gt;Nagmistulang nanay ako ng sinabi ko sa kanyang ang pag-aasawa ay hindi parang kaning mainit na pag sinubo mo na at nainitan ka, pwede mo pang iluwa&lt;/EM&gt;. I know you know that coz we keep hearing them from our grandparents. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Anne is marching, I mean leaving the country for that reason. UntiI now, I am half-hearted. Half of my heart is overjoyed because she found the man who will spend the rest of his life with her, her love of her life Harry and ready for that matured decision of settling down and build a family in Texas and half of me is so sad because  it's gonna take a long time for us to see each other eye to eye again. Maybe when she comes here in 2010 to visit. &lt;EM&gt;Hay, kahit pa sabihin ng iba, mabilis lang yun, para sa'kin matagal yun!&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;As of the now, I feel so sad coz I miss some great friends who left the country. &lt;EM&gt;Hay, namimiss ko na kayo!! &lt;/EM&gt;I miss the great moments we've shared.&lt;EM&gt; &lt;/EM&gt;I have Donna in Canada, I have ate Janna and ate Pau in CA, I have Angela and Via in New York, I have Dave in Alaska, I have kuya Imman in Chicago, I have Marie Grace in Switzerland, I have Jessica in Japan, Hero and Jona in Tokyo, Jianicka and Maan in Australia and Anne in Texas. Hay, these are my friends around the world. Friends who touched my heart and friends who made a difference in my life in their own little and unique way. They made my journey so memorable that's why it's worth-remembering!  I've shared text messages with them, shared great moments, (laughters and tears) and listened to their advice. Hay I miss the moments with you guys! &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Though I have two friends who went out of the country this year, I have three friends who are coming in to visit. Jessica is coming this April, kuya Imman is coming as well as Marie Grace. Can't wait to see you great friends, we haven't seen each other for a long time so we have to make it up. We deserve a great reunion that is worth blogging!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;Truly, we need great friends. Friends who will laugh with us, cry with us, joke with us, share great stories with us and friends who just sit with us without uttering any word. Their presence are so important for our well being, for our improvement as a person and for growth as living individuals. Though they went abroad to study, work, getting married or for good or for any reason, we remain friends by heart and by soul. Thanks to the web, we continously communicate and keep in touch. Today, I am enjoying great times with great friends who are so makabayan! I'm not sure how long this friendships will last because of some life's decision and unforeseen circumstances but as long as God is the center of the friendship, it will truly last! That's why I like the friendship of David and Jonathan in the Bible, you may read that for a great insight.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt;This has been taking long, I have to end it, bottomline, MISS YOU ALL FRIENDS!!!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=justify&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/5193682369587870322-5439305003939343346?l=monstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5439305003939343346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=51936823695
