<?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-3146511577572344420</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:50:12.800-08:00</updated><category term='sleep'/><category term='kwek kwek quail eggs streetfoods lasang pinoy'/><category term='jane eyre charlotte bronte'/><category term='midterm'/><category term='intramuros manila baluarte de san diego luneta'/><category term='failure sad'/><category term='psych'/><category term='bob ong abnkkbsnplAko'/><category term='blessed batang langoy iwitness swim'/><category term='fairness'/><category term='cielo12'/><category term='love enchanted'/><category term='auteur_petit'/><title type='text'>Carpe Diem (^_^) Seize Every Moment</title><subtitle type='html'>Nothing in this life is permanent. There are struggles in every phase of human experience. But there's only one thing that will never change: God is good.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-7306541201961378606</id><published>2009-11-10T01:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T01:15:10.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Widget</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/4a98470e4e7b39e8/4af92f1cb58226ae/4a9847145701a840/26ca2fdb/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-7306541201961378606?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/7306541201961378606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=7306541201961378606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/7306541201961378606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/7306541201961378606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2009/11/widget.html' title='Widget'/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-5482391572181995772</id><published>2009-09-08T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T09:15:34.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>I had just exported my blog to Wordpress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://cieling.wordpress.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yah! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-5482391572181995772?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/5482391572181995772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=5482391572181995772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/5482391572181995772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/5482391572181995772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-5608594440477049945</id><published>2009-05-17T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T09:41:40.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love enchanted'/><title type='text'>Thoughts of Love from an Enchanted Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;People spend their lives searching for someone who would truly care for them and make them feel special- someone whom they would want to spend their lifetime with. There are even some who set high ideals to pick those they think are the best ones that can make them happy. Happiness, as we know it, is a very subjective factor in one's life. Yet, most of us believe that we can never be completely happy in this world until we find that special someone, someone we can grow old with. Although happiness lies in a person's hands, I believe that a substantial part of it will depend upon the choice one takes for a partner. Some of us thought they had found their love but at a certain point, they stumbled and fell together with their broken dreams, become cynical about love. I heard the most sensible preacher of our time read from the Scriptures that to know that something is God-given is when it brings good than harm to you. Applying to what I'm speaking of, how do we know then that our partner is God-given? Then, that person must be bringing good to us like the relationship with that person draws us also closer to Him. There are those with good intentions but are also disenchanted thinking that they deserve no one or that no one is meant for them. He knows what's best for us and all good things come from Him. Therefore, if your partner is someone who brings more harm than good to you, for instance hits you, abuses you, or makes you commit sins, do you think that is the person God wants you to have or is it just you succumbing to your human needs? It's important that though feelings play a part in finding the road leading to "that someone", we must be patient enough and let righteousness guide our paths. Then someday, when our hair turns to gray, in our quiet moments with God, we will praise Him for the days spent together with someone we once have prayed for, found, cherished, and even be at peace to die with- someone who would really make us believe that of all the things that matter, Love is the greatest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do not be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-5608594440477049945?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/5608594440477049945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=5608594440477049945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/5608594440477049945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/5608594440477049945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2009/05/thoughts-of-love-from-enchanted-mouth.html' title='Thoughts of Love from an Enchanted Mind'/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-1125640876838979755</id><published>2009-04-26T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T01:18:33.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jane eyre charlotte bronte'/><title type='text'>One of the best romantic tales ever written...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;“Do you think, because I am plain, obscure and poor, I am heartless and soulless?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; –Jane Eyre&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I wrote; in the hope that my exuberance be appeased as it finds its way to expression and to disclose the attachment I found in the solace of a book in my possession a week ago. Jane Eyre, it was. The plain, blunt, yet vivacious and affectionate protagonist and heroine of this ‘masterwork of a great genius’, Jane, was a literary figure to be admired and loved for the many simple yet endearing characteristics of her own. And the Byronic hero, Mr. Edward Rochester (Why does every character has to be named Edward??), though eccentric and cold has a character too deep and mystifying yet captivating. It is a love story portraying the love of a married man for another woman told in a drama of passionate intensity (this may sound, at first, at odds with religious doctrines but the author, whom I endear so much because of her use of language and emotional honesty, had preserved the theme of morality). Never had there been a page that slackened my appreciation and taste for a wonderful literary work with a caliber so fine to leave the reader in admiration. For the wordiness, being unnecessary, I leave it to you to determine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Words from Mr. Edward Fairfax Rochester to Jane:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;“Every atom of your flesh is dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear. Your mind is my treasure, and if it were broken, it would be my treasure still: if you rave, my arms should confine you, and not a strait waistcoat – your grasp, even in fury, would have a charm for me: if you flew at me, I should receive you in an embrace, at least as fond as it would be restrictive. I should not shrink you with disgust: in your quiet moments you should have no watcher and no nurse but me; and I could hang over you with untiring tenderness, though you gave me no smile in return; and never weary gazing into your eyes, though they had no longer a ray of recognition for me.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="justify"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-38fdbed67f9a4d84" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D38fdbed67f9a4d84%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331518308%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7CABE6B51F0C43A8EA55A5808F8542EC7F582E6E.1696D02EF5241679354C48B7B1EFEA20176A2752%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D38fdbed67f9a4d84%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDrghA8wnBCZKDwJ-7zxRCTm6v5Q&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D38fdbed67f9a4d84%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331518308%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7CABE6B51F0C43A8EA55A5808F8542EC7F582E6E.1696D02EF5241679354C48B7B1EFEA20176A2752%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D38fdbed67f9a4d84%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDrghA8wnBCZKDwJ-7zxRCTm6v5Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From the 2006 film of Jane Eyre, the sweet “Because you love” me by Jodee Messina. (If my information is exact, there will be an adaptation for 2009 so I, and if you guys wanna be counted too, we can keep our fingers crossed.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;My thoughts keep wandering as to the unknown possibility of meeting such a fine gentleman. How fortunate that would be! If the entire universe conspires, make his fate and mine intertwine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-1125640876838979755?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=38fdbed67f9a4d84&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/1125640876838979755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=1125640876838979755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/1125640876838979755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/1125640876838979755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-of-best-romantic-tales-ever-written.html' title='One of the best romantic tales ever written...'/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-4241096776310424010</id><published>2009-04-14T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:47:58.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadako Meets F4?!?</title><content type='html'>I have loved this anime (Yamato Nadeshiko Shichi Henge) ever since it was first aired on TV5. Very funny. It's about a girl (Sunako) who confessed to a guy that she had a crush on him and was told that she's ugly. From then on, she shunned all forms of beauty. Now, she had an aunt who owns a mansion where four handsome guys live. She and the boys made a deal that if they can turn Sunako into a real lady, they don't have to pay for the 500,000 yen rent but if not, they'll pay for the rent thrice the original amount (if I'm not mistaken). Although changing her appearance could be easy, the problem lies on her attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SeVgBeLI7JI/AAAAAAAAANQ/doOmgZrfing/s1600-h/yamato-nadeshiko-shichi-henge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 462px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SeVgBeLI7JI/AAAAAAAAANQ/doOmgZrfing/s400/yamato-nadeshiko-shichi-henge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324767712831401106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think Nakahara Sunako is weird:&lt;br /&gt;1. She has anatomy models as dolls.&lt;br /&gt;2. Halloween is more important than her own birthday or Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;3. She talks about weird stuffs&lt;br /&gt;4. Her nose bleeds everytime she sees beautiful people. She calls them "dazzling creatures".&lt;br /&gt;5. She lives in a very dark room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I like her. Her bangs is so kewl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://tv.blinkx.com/show/yamato-nadeshiko-shichi-henge/IFrrkCDGlKsWJd6WidVZ-wzjOA3d97TY-yl0PIwcgh30RsFT"&gt;Want to watch the full episodes?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-4241096776310424010?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/4241096776310424010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=4241096776310424010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/4241096776310424010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/4241096776310424010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2009/04/yamato-nadeshiko-shichi-henge-aww-y.html' title='Sadako Meets F4?!?'/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SeVgBeLI7JI/AAAAAAAAANQ/doOmgZrfing/s72-c/yamato-nadeshiko-shichi-henge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-8417025467081825445</id><published>2009-04-14T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:16:10.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad day...</title><content type='html'>Today was bad. The weather's sooo warm. You just couldn't stand the heat outside and it's getting hotter and hotter every summer. Worse: Camping dream was gone... *sob* *sob*&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;No matter how bad this day may have turned out, still glad I had enough reason to s-m-i-l-e :)&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a bad day after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-8417025467081825445?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/8417025467081825445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=8417025467081825445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/8417025467081825445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/8417025467081825445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-day.html' title='Bad day...'/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-1471707824291950177</id><published>2009-03-31T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T08:55:37.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilighter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yey!  After  so many days  of waiting, I finally have these. I'm gonna be reading these  for the summer break.. I just do hope  I have the time. Thank God. (",)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SdI41C-DekI/AAAAAAAAANE/h4VJthgrlcU/s1600-h/100_8036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 437px; height: 327px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SdI41C-DekI/AAAAAAAAANE/h4VJthgrlcU/s400/100_8036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319376593859344962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-1471707824291950177?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/1471707824291950177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=1471707824291950177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/1471707824291950177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/1471707824291950177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2009/03/twilighter.html' title='Twilighter'/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SdI41C-DekI/AAAAAAAAANE/h4VJthgrlcU/s72-c/100_8036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-949266490541170105</id><published>2009-03-22T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T05:43:38.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>overnight</title><content type='html'>Can't beliv I'll be joining my second camp with special kids this summer! Though I'm glad I had been grouped on my fave &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;I'm gonna miss my former groupmates (I miss them already! ) especially our senior counselor who's very diligent and caring... The last training day before a new volunteer could attend the camp was the overnyt. I  could  still remember the night I smelled like a catsup (that's a part of the initiation rites) when I was a new volunteer back then. I apologize for those I had wiped off the faces with charcoals, but I ain't sorry. We enjoyed it. Ahaha! *laugh* Then, we had the bonfire wherein we took oath for our responsibilities in the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/ScYomDTL9XI/AAAAAAAAAM0/a8vwvXEydC4/s1600-h/100_7933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/ScYomDTL9XI/AAAAAAAAAM0/a8vwvXEydC4/s400/100_7933.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315981044343371122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was not able to get a good night sleep and I was starving during the morning so I stopped over 7-11 to feed my starving tummy. (Well I was actually comtemplating on something I reluct to discuss-a secret I've been trying to keep.hush. hush.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/ScYomU8V8JI/AAAAAAAAAM8/9wdL6c145eo/s1600-h/100_7938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/ScYomU8V8JI/AAAAAAAAAM8/9wdL6c145eo/s400/100_7938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315981049079394450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gustatoric bliss :) gulp, gulp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-949266490541170105?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/949266490541170105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=949266490541170105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/949266490541170105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/949266490541170105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2009/03/overnight.html' title='overnight'/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/ScYomDTL9XI/AAAAAAAAAM0/a8vwvXEydC4/s72-c/100_7933.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-6367857556474216753</id><published>2009-03-20T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:32:36.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whew! There isn't really anything new to write about- school, studies. It's always 'bout school stuffs. But if S is for school, can't it be also for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ummer break?!? It's been a year since I had my most wonderful (so far) summer getaway. Though it seems dim to have another one again this year. Still keeping my fingers crossed though. Nwei, I've been thinking some plans to kill time this coming summer. I've been planning to read Twilight series, do some artworks like sketch, paint, or a scrapbook, have thorough research for the thesis. But before I can do that, I have to attend our annual summer camp for children with special needs. Though the initial plan of holding it in Palawan was changed and will be held on Pampanga instead, it didn't keep me from goin'. Most of my friends know that I've been active in the organization since I started. I actually had not thought of leaving it but there are some tough decisions I have to make. I hope I don't sound bragging but in my one year so far of volunteering, I have done all I could to fulfill all my duties. I think it's about time that I should be fair to myself. I know the sacrifices and selfless efforts are finally paying off but I cannot voluntarily give a part of me that in itself is lacking. I have already set aside the self-pity, I wanna be fair also to people who are concern about what's happening in my body. I haven't been fair to them. I'll be always believing that it's still one of the  best jobs one could ever fulfill but doin' sumthing that can compromise yourself is sumthing I have thought about. I won't be gone forever. I'll be back when I'm ready. I'll be putting on some weight this summer. ^-^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-6367857556474216753?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/6367857556474216753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=6367857556474216753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/6367857556474216753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/6367857556474216753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2009/03/whew-there-isnt-really-anything-new-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-1304626371609303237</id><published>2009-03-16T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:51:25.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I believe that though most of our struggles in life are solitary, they could never be endured without those people we lean on, people who side to us when it feels like everything's crap. We face through different trials and each of us has his own way of getting back on track. So, I decided to do this blog entry to let my friends know how grateful I am for having them around.  What I've gone through's more than what people have been thinkin' of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[+] Thanks to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/ScPCD1eb25I/AAAAAAAAAMs/kKotxDp1_pc/s1600-h/jr-sl-e73.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 26px; height: 37px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/ScPCD1eb25I/AAAAAAAAAMs/kKotxDp1_pc/s400/jr-sl-e73.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315305356377447314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Darren, for spending hours with me. Thanks for bein' nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/ScPCD1eb25I/AAAAAAAAAMs/kKotxDp1_pc/s1600-h/jr-sl-e73.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 26px; height: 37px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/ScPCD1eb25I/AAAAAAAAAMs/kKotxDp1_pc/s400/jr-sl-e73.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315305356377447314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarah and Cindy for the all the initiative. Small things mean a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/ScPCD1eb25I/AAAAAAAAAMs/kKotxDp1_pc/s1600-h/jr-sl-e73.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 26px; height: 37px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/ScPCD1eb25I/AAAAAAAAAMs/kKotxDp1_pc/s400/jr-sl-e73.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315305356377447314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ehca, for the silence during those "times". It was more curing than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/ScPCD1eb25I/AAAAAAAAAMs/kKotxDp1_pc/s1600-h/jr-sl-e73.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 26px; height: 37px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/ScPCD1eb25I/AAAAAAAAAMs/kKotxDp1_pc/s400/jr-sl-e73.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315305356377447314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Janina &amp;amp; daffz, you don't know how much your visits touched us. The sympathy's deeply felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/ScPCD1eb25I/AAAAAAAAAMs/kKotxDp1_pc/s1600-h/jr-sl-e73.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 26px; height: 37px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/ScPCD1eb25I/AAAAAAAAAMs/kKotxDp1_pc/s400/jr-sl-e73.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315305356377447314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nica, who never fails to cheer me up when I'm in blue. Thanks for seeing and believing the        best in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/ScPCD1eb25I/AAAAAAAAAMs/kKotxDp1_pc/s1600-h/jr-sl-e73.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 26px; height: 37px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/ScPCD1eb25I/AAAAAAAAAMs/kKotxDp1_pc/s400/jr-sl-e73.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315305356377447314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kuya Ysh, for the heartfelt concern when I was sick and for the flowers during my niece's funeral. You'll always be a big bro to me. Don't go changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/ScPCD1eb25I/AAAAAAAAAMs/kKotxDp1_pc/s1600-h/jr-sl-e73.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 26px; height: 37px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/ScPCD1eb25I/AAAAAAAAAMs/kKotxDp1_pc/s400/jr-sl-e73.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315305356377447314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tine, who's been with me through &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thick&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thin&lt;/span&gt;, when I'm up, down, and in-between, for the initiative, for cheering me up when I'm down, and for having faith on what I'm capable of doing. Glad you spent time with Justine before she passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/ScO75tK_21I/AAAAAAAAAMc/aQC1rvQ-MUA/s1600-h/dha,cie,tine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/ScO75tK_21I/AAAAAAAAAMc/aQC1rvQ-MUA/s400/dha,cie,tine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315298585279978322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;God Bless your hearts. Though we will part ways for the years to come, always know that we'll be friends by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/ScPCD1eb25I/AAAAAAAAAMs/kKotxDp1_pc/s1600-h/jr-sl-e73.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 26px; height: 37px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/ScPCD1eb25I/AAAAAAAAAMs/kKotxDp1_pc/s400/jr-sl-e73.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315305356377447314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you. I will miss you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Jefo/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Jefo/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-1304626371609303237?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/1304626371609303237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=1304626371609303237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/1304626371609303237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/1304626371609303237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-believe-that-though-most-of-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/ScPCD1eb25I/AAAAAAAAAMs/kKotxDp1_pc/s72-c/jr-sl-e73.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-3934079023002021637</id><published>2009-02-27T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:12:50.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When life offers you something painful to accept...</title><content type='html'>Each day has been a constant struggle of moving on when you lose someone you held so dear and wish you should have spent more time with. Naming the pain has been far easier than explaining how it feels. For sure, there must have been a good reason why people we love were taken away from us. With everything that's been goin' on with my life, I should be steadfast on my basic stance in life that nothing is permanent, there are struggles in every phase of human experience. But there is only truth that will never change: God is good.  I may not have enough reason to understand but I do have enough reason to believe. Keep our lights burning wherever life may take us &amp;amp; in face of a storm, keep our sails ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is tough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but we're tougher.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-3934079023002021637?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/3934079023002021637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=3934079023002021637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/3934079023002021637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/3934079023002021637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-life-offers-you-something-painful.html' title='When life offers you something painful to accept...'/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-6267582095454402988</id><published>2009-02-15T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T08:54:14.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Justine, wherever you are... </title><content type='html'>  &lt;a href="http://cieling.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZhIJQoKCE8AADSHiDA1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://cieling.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZhIVAoKCE8AADmeou41"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://cieling.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZhIZwoKCE8AADpcpTc1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.cieling.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZhIZwoKCE8AADpcpTc1/1-608802580l.jpg?et=NvS0pSgYh0FzL14Qr1s3kA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cieling.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZhIVAoKCE8AADmeou41"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.cieling.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZhIVAoKCE8AADmeou41/1-510244328l.jpg?et=E1Gc%2CJhZLyS6vh5XPIQlbQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.cieling.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZhIPwoKCE8AADXXl5Q1/1-350463532l.jpg?et=T8bivfMshSYYJ4q2w6ajig&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cieling.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SZhIJQoKCE8AADSHiDA1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.cieling.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZhIJQoKCE8AADSHiDA1/1-925501005l.jpg?et=xtxhivRJsY5uwZOFnsOhjA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nagpapasalamat ako sa Dios kahit sa sandaling panahong ipinahiram ka niya sa amin. Minsan mahirap tanggapin kung bakit nangyayari ang mga bagay bagay kahit masakit tanggapin pero naniniwala akong may mabuting plano ang Dios. Mahal ka Niya kaya hindi na Niya cgro hinayaang mahirapan pa. Yung mga batang maaalagan q sa Kamp, plagi kitang maaalala sa kanila. Nararamdaman q pa rin yung mga yakap mo at kapag sinasamahan mo ako ma2log sa kwarto kapag wala akong kasama. Yung manikang binili ko para sau, iingatan ko yun... Justine, Salamat. We will see each other  again, in God's perfect time. This life is not the real life after all. Palage pa din akong iiyak, mamimiss kc kita eh..I know you're in God's loving arms, a place where you cannot feel pain..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Everything happens for a reason but we're not meant to understand the Lord's plan all the time. We just have to have faith."    &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/3146511577572344420-6267582095454402988?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/6267582095454402988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=6267582095454402988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/6267582095454402988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/6267582095454402988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-justine-wherever-you-are.html' title='To Justine, wherever you are... '/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-8890509569800776460</id><published>2009-02-09T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:57:44.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeking Silence</title><content type='html'>The past few years of my life has been quite tedious like I've grown a year older each day with tough tasks here and there.  Sometimes, I feel like I'm being smothered and it takes a great deal of optimism to be able to breathe. There are times when I felt like cutting back some part of my social life to seek for silence because that's the only time when I can feel a sense of inner peace. I've always loved solitude even if people misunderstood my silence, at least they could never misquote it. There's so much noise around. I mean, maybe it'll be better to at least meditate and just observe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-8890509569800776460?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/8890509569800776460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=8890509569800776460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/8890509569800776460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/8890509569800776460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2009/02/seeking-silence.html' title='Seeking Silence'/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-1156668585844794238</id><published>2009-02-01T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T09:06:22.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lesson Well Learned</title><content type='html'> It's really late and I should be doin' my homework but I learned a more important lesson that made me lose something before I could even realize it.It was the second time that my phone got snatched. I was on my way home from a seminar. I rode a jeepney and waited for other passengers to get on since I was the first one. The last one who who got on took a seat next to me. I was texting (I'm not fond of texting for chit-chat, it was purely an important matter that I had to discuss on the phone) when I sensed that something is quite peculiar with the person next to me (on my left because I was seated on the first seat). He was sort of fidgeting but since I was really engrossed with my own matter, I didn't really notice him. What's so weird about him was that he really looked at my face when all he should do was to give me my change but then I didn't really mind him. The moment we got to Maysilo circle (near the Mandaluyong Library) half of the passengers got off and he was the last one to follow them. It was so fast that I was stupefied when he grabbed my phone. Apparently, I was not able to get it back. Of course, I cried.. and cried.. like I wanted to bawl over. I talked to my brother and he said that perhaps, it's a wake up call for me - that I should have been more vigilant especially when I'm alone and not at home. Eun, I just came to realize na sometimes you learn the lessons the hard way like something has to be taken away from you before you can even sense it. Sa sobrang busy, I forget about my health and my safety. What if something bad happened to me? Will it be my 'end' ? From now on, I won't compromise my health with works and try not to be so very busy (hopefully) that I can't even manage to notice around me. Honestly, I'm not holding a grudge on that person. He was younger than I am. I hope like me, he'll learn he's lesson too. It's quite ironic in life that people are afraid of starving stomaches than losing the goodness of their souls. How pathetic. &lt;br&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-1156668585844794238?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/1156668585844794238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=1156668585844794238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/1156668585844794238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/1156668585844794238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2009/02/lesson-well-learned.html' title='A Lesson Well Learned'/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-8573427690761092320</id><published>2009-01-28T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:22:22.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 down, 8 more to go. Whew!</title><content type='html'> &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just 8 pages more and I'm done &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with Philo.Yipee! I was just wonderin' if this is burning eyebrow or literally popping eyes out of their sockets.. hmm.. *confused* I've been staying up really late for the whole week and just when I thought sleepless nights are over, I was completely wrong!  Still it's better not to have sleep than not to wake at all. Ahehe! So what about the oh  so laborious homework? We had to research on the Spanish Inquisition and the Holocaust. So here comes the History again. I've heard about the Holocaust but little do I know about it. For sweetlemoning's sake, this worked added up substantial infos. I remember when I used to watch  a morning cartoon series where I heard Hitler's name for the first time.  Instead of sayin' "S&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aludo kay Hitler&lt;/span&gt;, the children would say "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sa nguso ni Hitler"&lt;/span&gt;. Now I know why they detest Hitler terribly (who doesn't?! He killed 6 million Jews, dunno if that includes physically and mentally disbled who were euthenized). Nwei, he was seen as brutal, ruhless, and apathetic madman but perhaps what happened years ago may not have only been the expression of a single individual but the expression of the state of mind of his civilization, and other countries as well. It wouldn't have happened had people were not discriminative. If only people who were at that point in time, condemning racial discriminations stood up against Jewish persecutions earlier, more lives could have been saved, more families could have been reunited. Promptness is really crucial. It was really..ghastly, I mean to think those had happened in civilized countries- how barbaric. I hope history will not repeat itself...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Okay. So much for personal sentiments. It's late.. I'm dead. x_x&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;^_^&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-8573427690761092320?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/8573427690761092320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=8573427690761092320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/8573427690761092320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/8573427690761092320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2009/01/12-down-8-more-to-go-whew.html' title='12 down, 8 more to go. Whew!'/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-1559386782093188386</id><published>2009-01-24T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T10:59:58.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As the tough gets going, the going gets tough</title><content type='html'>   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;color: black;"&gt;“Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away”. What can I say – I’m breathless! *laugh* Whew! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt;color: black;"&gt;I'm up to sharing but my eyes are drooping already. I'll blog everything I've been through for the past grueling days as soon as I get school stuffs done.  zZz..  &lt;br&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/3146511577572344420-1559386782093188386?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/1559386782093188386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=1559386782093188386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/1559386782093188386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/1559386782093188386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-tough-gets-going-going-gets-tough.html' title='As the tough gets going, the going gets tough'/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-1503651168854727818</id><published>2009-01-11T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T09:43:05.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Work is Love Made Visible"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was unintentionally late for today's appointment in Rockwell.  The meeting had already begun when I arrived and everybody's so serious that I didn't even get the chance to apologize. I felt a bit tensed by series of questions 'bout the project plan though I did not squirm (at least not noticeable enough hehe). The next couple of months's certainly goin' to be critical.  We have to raise funds for the upcoming summer camp and we were asked to facilitate for the training days. We're also invited to join a fun run for the Autism Society but it's difficult to make a definite yes 'coz this week's sure to be loaded with a lot of stuffs. It's always in days like these that I have to summon all the strength I still have in me (hope they would still work). Nwei, I just happen to realize, when you feel really tired but still persevere to do something for a good cause, you always find the strength to do it. Yea!  I'm not sure if that works for most people but for me it does.  I guess its more on how much love we put to what we do that matters and focus more on what people can get out of what we do rather than we expect what we can get from them. That must be the buoyancy of enthusiasm, I suppose. hehe  ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-1503651168854727818?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/1503651168854727818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=1503651168854727818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/1503651168854727818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/1503651168854727818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2009/01/work-is-love-made-visible.html' title='&quot;Work is Love Made Visible&quot;'/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-1555763090618937430</id><published>2009-01-10T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T10:13:07.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like in state of turmoil caused by avalanche of school stuffs I now dread and feel weary  just by the thought of tasks lying ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-1555763090618937430?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/1555763090618937430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=1555763090618937430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/1555763090618937430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/1555763090618937430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-feel-like-in-state-of-turmoil-caused.html' title=''/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-3631009064994099305</id><published>2009-01-01T11:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T11:26:21.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flashback</title><content type='html'>I was far from believing that I can make a kind of life that I’ve always anticipated but now that realization has stricken me, guess I should be up for it.  Glancing back at my 2008 calendar inspired me of a very wonderful year that was, to gear forward and hope for the best things to come. Allow me to flashback on the memories that will remain in the scar tissues of my mind. I joined my first summer camp with special children. No amount of verbosity can ever exactly express how it felt like. It’s like you wake up one morning and you realize that they were there. They’re created for some special sort of purpose and that purpose is what your life can be all about. It’s a very uplifting feeling to make a difference in this world while we still have time. God’s grace has been just to me. He made my summer vacation a wonderful experience. It had been the second time that we were gathered as a complete family when my eldest sister came home to visit. It felt very nostalgic when she hugged me back then. She hasn’t been physically there while I’m growing up but her support is always felt even across the miles. I still do miss her. I hope I can personally thank her for the things she’s done for our family. If she hadn’t been my sister, I’d still pretend she is. It was also the first time that I got to join in a Gift Giving. I was never too strong to be faced with the sad realities of life. I may have a lot for Christmas but some people were faced with the uncertainty of what to have for tomorrow. Still, I do believe that life has never been unfair though. That wasn’t a fine truth to look at but that’s the real thing.  Well, the previous year has left me with a lot of stories to tell and with the coming of the year, I hope to have a lot more. If there is one important lesson I’ve learned from the previous year, it’s this: A life of living service is a life worth living for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-3631009064994099305?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/3631009064994099305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=3631009064994099305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/3631009064994099305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/3631009064994099305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2009/01/flashback.html' title='flashback'/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-379229872843419669</id><published>2008-12-30T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T10:36:45.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19th December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I tagged along a few friends to go swimming in Montevista, Laguna.  I spent the day with Kuya Ysh who bought the roast chicken and the plates for our lunc(So how did it feel bein' the Big Bro?!) , Cindy, we preferred to call mom that day (thanks for lookin' after us), Nica who left her Carlo to spend the day with us, Tine who even made a perfect imitation of &lt;em&gt;Dyesebel, &lt;/em&gt;and Lalai who won a boy... I mean a friend (we thought she lost her way arriving there). The whole day had been pretty much fun and we thought it was a perfect time to plunge into the hot pools given the cold weather.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285629592789087682" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SVpUHDR8dcI/AAAAAAAAAJM/0rbCUyojMlc/s400/1_342724518l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SVpUIncZmII/AAAAAAAAAJs/bW_ahV0kdqo/s1600-h/1_530299792l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cindy, Cielo, Nica, Tine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285629597321848242" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SVpUHUKo5bI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9Ijv4RgxGoI/s400/1_104596174l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21st December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's PVI Christmas Party! Glad I wasn't late. That's one thing I've been planning to resolve for the next days and for the year to come. We planned to just show ourselves on the event but it was really late when the party ended. For the exchange gift, I felt a bit sad 'coz I was not able to give something personalized but I did my best to pick a pretty one. I bought a frame with a verse inside the glass and I'm very glad that Ate Abie liked it. In return, I received ate Mimi's gift but she left earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SVpZOAEj5AI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1PKp3GhcCaw/s1600-h/1_591341135l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285635209744868354" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SVpZOAEj5AI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1PKp3GhcCaw/s400/1_591341135l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285635207956850626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SVpZN5aQ58I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bioeKJ3Eeus/s400/1_372976363l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Yummy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23rd December&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This was my first time to attend a Christmas Gift- Giving and there was a mixed of emotions because nothing was ever real to me until I experienced it. I was in the Kuya Mark's car with Kuya Randz, Ate Kaoie, Darren, and Tine. Up to now, I find it really hard not to cry whenever I see homeless people especially children and elderly. For a moment in my life, I was faced with a very horrible and sad reality. It felt very uneasy to see people living on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SVpfMn0KqzI/AAAAAAAAALM/HlPF5Tp39bI/s1600-h/1_530299792l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285641783123553074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SVpfMn0KqzI/AAAAAAAAALM/HlPF5Tp39bI/s400/1_530299792l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Darren and Me while we were repacking rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285641776973287346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SVpfMQ51D7I/AAAAAAAAALE/p0tsGuMDsvs/s400/1_207821127l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SVpfLh0PYpI/AAAAAAAAAK0/6kgtEmH0MSI/s1600-h/1_505191377l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285641764333380242" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SVpfLh0PYpI/AAAAAAAAAK0/6kgtEmH0MSI/s400/1_505191377l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; inside the car with Darren and Kaoie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SVpfLIOUXNI/AAAAAAAAAKs/11OQ5HM_jMg/s1600-h/1_628071995l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285641757463436498" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SVpfLIOUXNI/AAAAAAAAAKs/11OQ5HM_jMg/s400/1_628071995l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;@ Rufo's, Libis when Tito Oyette treated us out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SVpfMOe7zMI/AAAAAAAAAK8/V4VQTdbcBbo/s1600-h/1_720984280l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285641776323611842" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SVpfMOe7zMI/AAAAAAAAAK8/V4VQTdbcBbo/s400/1_720984280l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-379229872843419669?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/379229872843419669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=379229872843419669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/379229872843419669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/379229872843419669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2008/12/19th-december-so-howd-you-like-to-spend.html' title=''/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SVpUHDR8dcI/AAAAAAAAAJM/0rbCUyojMlc/s72-c/1_342724518l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-4914993063606809985</id><published>2008-12-10T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T10:17:21.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/ST_niVlHsfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/hbR-apr6Cy8/s1600-h/838281501_81a5f8f711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278191865395917298" style="width: 213px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/ST_niVlHsfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/hbR-apr6Cy8/s320/838281501_81a5f8f711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was completely engrossed reading S. Meyer's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twilight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that I almost got killed *sniff! There was no way I could know a van was close. Glad I'm safe.^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-4914993063606809985?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/4914993063606809985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=4914993063606809985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/4914993063606809985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/4914993063606809985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-been-completely-engrossed-reading-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/ST_niVlHsfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/hbR-apr6Cy8/s72-c/838281501_81a5f8f711.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-4715931236901606199</id><published>2008-12-09T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:38:13.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't seem to get motivated to talk to anyone today. I wanted to be in solitary mood for the whole time. I feel sorry having discouraged some who wished to talk to me but I wasn't really up for any kind of conversation. There are some things that plague me though I keep myself busy with a lot of stuffs. I feel like shutting others off suddenly. Even me's being puzzled what part of it bugs me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-4715931236901606199?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/4715931236901606199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=4715931236901606199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/4715931236901606199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/4715931236901606199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-cant-seem-to-get-motivated-to-talk-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-2233412374858190114</id><published>2008-12-06T07:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:49:01.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="200" width="300" data="http://www.twilightthemovie.com/clock300by200.swf" align="middle" allownetworking="all" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIyODYzNDE3NjgwNCZwdD*xMjI4NjM*MjI4OTI5JnA9MjcwOTEmZD1jb3VudGRvd24lNUZ3aWRlJm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImdD*mbz1hMmY5ZWI*YWEyZDk*YjhmOTY2M2RkMzI1ZmM3YjMzOA==.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;I went out to see Twilight after my class and found something new to be fond of though I haven't read the book yet but i'm planning to have the first one this holiday if I don't get stuck with a lot of stuffs.  Yes,  being fond of I remember. I've always admired writers who come up with fantastic imaginations and filmmakers who mix all the elements to make the presentation incredibly great. The scene where the Cullens played the baseball was so cool and one of my fave scenes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-2233412374858190114?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/2233412374858190114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=2233412374858190114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/2233412374858190114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/2233412374858190114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-7702730067457930345</id><published>2008-11-26T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T06:25:43.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been through a lot of ups and downs of studying yet still, the worst things are yet to come. But I've always been thankful to the strength He gives me. I mean if it had only been experienced by some, perhaps most of them would have given up and that's one thing I'm very grateful for: that I'm still standing up today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-7702730067457930345?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/7702730067457930345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=7702730067457930345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/7702730067457930345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/7702730067457930345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-been-through-lot-of-ups-and-downs.html' title=''/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-2017452755194954574</id><published>2008-11-15T07:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:59:19.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciation is Enjoyment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My sister brought me home a macaroni salad dressed with cucumber and jellies on top. I kind of find it weird at first since I really don't eat salads much. But, I got reminded of what I learned from Sir JR /jeyar/during our Humanities class and it goes something like you find anything alien to you hard to appreciate so, I thought of giving it a try. How am I gonna like something if I don't give it a chance? I just wish this kind of perspective will make me eat veggies often. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-2017452755194954574?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/2017452755194954574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=2017452755194954574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/2017452755194954574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/2017452755194954574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2008/11/appreciation-is-enjoyment.html' title='Appreciation is Enjoyment'/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-3400153320738361821</id><published>2008-11-15T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T08:04:52.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>14th November, Friday Mornin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked to attend my niece's Girl Scout ceremony to the same school where I went for elementary.  I sat on the bench in the old school gym and had a vast recollection of memoirs of my childhood years. I felt very nostalgic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Jenny's bday. The going was fun though a bit scary. We had to ride a motor boat and everybody started screaming as the boat's being loaded. Food was awesome esp the cake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-3400153320738361821?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/3400153320738361821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=3400153320738361821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/3400153320738361821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/3400153320738361821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2008/11/14th-november-friday-mornin-i-was-asked.html' title=''/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-7299644121436983729</id><published>2008-11-12T09:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:42:25.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At wits end...</title><content type='html'>It's 2 am and I had just finished doing the homework for Philo. Crap! I can't feel my head anymore. Haha! Ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-7299644121436983729?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/7299644121436983729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=7299644121436983729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/7299644121436983729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/7299644121436983729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2008/11/at-wits-end.html' title='At wits end...'/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-4956316165132938035</id><published>2008-11-11T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T01:40:36.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nobody knows how upset I have been feeling lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-4956316165132938035?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/4956316165132938035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=4956316165132938035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/4956316165132938035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/4956316165132938035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2008/11/nobody-knows-how-upset-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-3330257480273940877</id><published>2008-11-04T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:58:49.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I haven't been missing school yet. Probably bcoz I had suffered much for the past semester. Most of my friends don't know that I feel a bit upset 'cause of the grade I got in Educ1. I tried to talk to our professor but she isn't around yet and dunno when she'll be back. I just want to understand how I got such grade. I've never cheated just to be able to pass so I think I deserve to be graded fair and I wanna make the most of what my parents have payed for. I hope I can still face the coming sem with optimism as I always do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-3330257480273940877?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/3330257480273940877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=3330257480273940877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/3330257480273940877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/3330257480273940877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-havent-been-missing-school-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-1777259171114038942</id><published>2008-11-04T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:42:09.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>our little joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been spending my break babysitting on my 5 mos. old cute and cuddly lil' niece. She's very lovely and a happy baby. I love playing with her as soon as she wakes up and love taking pictures of her. I'll try to upload some of them soon. Ü &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SRCG8xN0AdI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Ek9GYPd7Cpw/s1600-h/1_936215156l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264856342957654482" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SRCG8xN0AdI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Ek9GYPd7Cpw/s320/1_936215156l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SREwY5PEUnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/sOGWOb3X-1A/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265042643611832946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SREwY5PEUnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/sOGWOb3X-1A/s320/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SREwZNupFdI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PVbwxbtMb_Y/s1600-h/Image051.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265042649112974802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SREwZNupFdI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PVbwxbtMb_Y/s320/Image051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SREwiQpnOHI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8ncOMkMlnP4/s1600-h/Image001.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SREwY8Txl4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/PKHgi-w_1hA/s1600-h/Image001.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-1777259171114038942?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/1777259171114038942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=1777259171114038942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/1777259171114038942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/1777259171114038942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-been-spending-my-break-babysitting.html' title='our little joy'/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SRCG8xN0AdI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Ek9GYPd7Cpw/s72-c/1_936215156l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-1785206655854778426</id><published>2008-10-31T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:10:48.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm a getting a year older&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SQ3fqbRUeAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-vZHPV6DJdA/s1600-h/puppyeyes.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264109459433879554" style="WIDTH: 40px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 40px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SQ3fqbRUeAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-vZHPV6DJdA/s320/puppyeyes.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;...which means another year to celebrate life's goodness. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SQ3gykXPkCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/620r68BYQj4/s1600-h/cheering.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264110698825224226" style="WIDTH: 55px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 50px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SQ3gykXPkCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/620r68BYQj4/s320/cheering.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I had just turned 19 and so glad a lot of friends were able to greet me.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tine&lt;br /&gt;Ate Cindy&lt;br /&gt;Ate Abie&lt;br /&gt;Mama Cath&lt;br /&gt;Anne&lt;br /&gt;Ehca&lt;br /&gt;Prez&lt;br /&gt;Janina&lt;br /&gt;Elva&lt;br /&gt;MaBeL&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Alvin&lt;br /&gt;Erel&lt;br /&gt;Fhei&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Den&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Ysh&lt;br /&gt;Rhonz&lt;br /&gt;Dashtea&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;br /&gt;Cohnieyh&lt;br /&gt;Marge&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Nan-Nan&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Teng&lt;br /&gt;JesSamiNe&lt;br /&gt;Jessa Rei&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Jer&lt;br /&gt;Lovel&lt;br /&gt;Jamie&lt;br /&gt;Bonz&lt;br /&gt;Rachel&lt;br /&gt;Ate Chelle&lt;br /&gt;Cindy&lt;br /&gt;GeLLie&lt;br /&gt;Ate &amp;amp; Morgan&lt;br /&gt;Ate Mae&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and everyone who greeted me. Thanks guys! You made me happy Ü &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-1785206655854778426?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/1785206655854778426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=1785206655854778426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/1785206655854778426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/1785206655854778426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthdays-just-like-any-other-day-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SQ3fqbRUeAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-vZHPV6DJdA/s72-c/puppyeyes.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-3642408046898244470</id><published>2008-10-26T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T10:01:49.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission accomplished!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I haven't been posting again since I was not around and had to do some "important" stuffs. A week before, I had to go to Batangas to meet other groupmates to make silly hats for the Halloween party for OBB (Operation Big Brother), which was held today for the special kids of Haven for Children. I didn't know I'd be hosting (Shocks! I feel uncomfy speaking in a crowd so this was my very first time to do Hosting. Glad I didn't faint. Whew! With the silly make ups on, wonder what I must've looked like.. Ahaha! Well, they say face ur fears so that was what I did (but I was unable to eat for the entire party.. poor me.) Nwei, I still feel good coz it turned out very successful. Praise God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SQ3mbj9NI9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/gBckCW6kfpw/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264116900648788946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SQ3mbj9NI9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/gBckCW6kfpw/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our Asst. Senior counselor while doing the backdrop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SQ3ma7z0MdI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zJlXXNfkqFE/s1600-h/103_7494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264116889871987154" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SQ3ma7z0MdI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zJlXXNfkqFE/s320/103_7494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bamboo Organ in a church somewhere in Lipa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264121614445511490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SQ3qt8N7A0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/UAkUcjgtcO0/s320/103_7496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;distant scenery while we're traveling on a bus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-3642408046898244470?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/3642408046898244470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=3642408046898244470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/3642408046898244470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/3642408046898244470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2008/10/mission-accomplished.html' title='Mission accomplished!'/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SQ3mbj9NI9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/gBckCW6kfpw/s72-c/Image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-1864076836910378151</id><published>2008-10-14T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T03:16:30.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humor need not be at the expense of others</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I saw a racist &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UnfZKNJYLRM"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; when I surfed Youtube against a Filipina maid since that was in the news last time. Rep. Risa Hontiveros asked BBC to issue a public apology for presenting a racist and humiliating depiction of a Filipina domestic worker but I heard BBC relucted saying  it'd be interference in their freedom of speech. I just thought you don't have to be vocal about your rights that you forget your manners. This isn't the first time I heard something against Pinoy workers but the one I'm referring to insulted not only Filipinos working abroad but their families and fellowmen as well. I wonder what  do these people know about what Pinoy overseas workers have to go through just to be able to get decent jobs. I wonder if they know what it's like leaving families back home for survival means yet they're not been given the kind of respect they deserve.  If Pinoy domestic helpers and caregivers do not do their jobs, they should've considered the consequences to their homes and even to sick and old relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1SbZCI8rWF4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1SbZCI8rWF4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Now whose job is more important?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-1864076836910378151?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/1864076836910378151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=1864076836910378151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/1864076836910378151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/1864076836910378151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-saw-racist-video-when-i-surfed.html' title='Humor need not be at the expense of others'/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-3783792317788404832</id><published>2008-10-14T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T09:36:31.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanting God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I found this zen story while I was searching for an icebreaker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hermit was meditating by a river when a young man interrupted him. "Master, I wish  to become your disciple," said the man. "Why?" replied the hermit. The young man  thought for a moment. "Because I want to find God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The master jumped up, grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, dragged him into the  river, and plunged his head under water. After holding him there for a minute, with  him kicking and struggling to free himself, the master finally pulled him up out  of the river. The young man coughed up water and gasped to get his breath. When he eventually  quieted down, the master spoke. "Tell me, what did you want most of all when you  were under water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Air!" answered the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very well," said the master. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Go home and come back to me when you want God as much  as you just wanted air."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your reaction to this one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-3783792317788404832?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/3783792317788404832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=3783792317788404832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/3783792317788404832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/3783792317788404832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2008/10/wanting-god.html' title='Wanting God'/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-5223894090650524949</id><published>2008-10-13T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:32:29.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bob ong abnkkbsnplAko'/><title type='text'>Wow, i can really read now?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPOFpIrcEvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qPUU9QlL9QI/s1600-h/1_152159894l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPOFpIrcEvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qPUU9QlL9QI/s400/1_152159894l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256692131822310130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;is the title of the book I find so far as the funniest one I've ever read. Not only the humor but the ironies of the world we live today especially on Filipino way of life will make you get lost in this book. It narrates the detailed stories  of a typical kid from his gradeschool and how he survived his college life.  It is easygoing yet persuasive and a lot can be learned from this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here are some of the things I learned from it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I've learned that while you are growing up,  there are many times that you'll stumble. Whether you rise up or not, life goes on and time will pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I've learned that a recitation, a project, and a quiz are just little things to ruin your life and it's a huge mistake to forget and give up your dreams just to avoid terror teachers and tough subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; I've learned that there are many free lectures in the world. You'll be the one to make the syllabus. There're many teachers outside the school. It's your decision whom would you like to learn from. We are all enrolled in a single university. There are  tough subjects  but free. It's your lost if you drop. We will all graduate in different ways. The only diploma is the memory of whatever help or love we left in a world we once have wished to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-5223894090650524949?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/5223894090650524949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=5223894090650524949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/5223894090650524949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/5223894090650524949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2008/10/wow-i-can-really-read-now.html' title='Wow, i can really read now?!'/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPOFpIrcEvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qPUU9QlL9QI/s72-c/1_152159894l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-2585731552298887530</id><published>2008-10-13T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T01:16:11.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kwek kwek quail eggs streetfoods lasang pinoy'/><title type='text'>Lasang Pinoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPWmwg4kCXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/00JCiFRC9ms/s1600-h/melon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPWmwg4kCXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/00JCiFRC9ms/s320/melon.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257291492416031090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  T'was like a custom for us to eat streetfoods together after class. In a stall just a few walks away from school, we talk about the everyday experiences we've shared during class and so, just to break the monotony of these everyday scenarios, we feed our starving stomaches with just the right blend of streetfoods at very practical costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPN1KOhT2OI/AAAAAAAAAFM/OIpjqElSMdU/s1600-h/1_152159894l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPN1KOhT2OI/AAAAAAAAAFM/OIpjqElSMdU/s320/1_152159894l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256674008628451554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These quail eggs, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;kwek kwek&lt;/span&gt; in its colloquial usage, is our common favorite. Too bad, I have hives so eventually, I was not allowed to eat those. Well this habit has always been a part of the reasons why I still have hives up to these days. bet it has "egg-xacerbated" my allergies. hihi :) A couple of years from now, we'll be graduatiang and have different lives. We may go on separate ways but if only these &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kwek kwek&lt;/span&gt; had lips, they'd be testimonies of the bond we once shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-2585731552298887530?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/2585731552298887530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=2585731552298887530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/2585731552298887530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/2585731552298887530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2008/10/lasang-pinoy.html' title='Lasang Pinoy'/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPWmwg4kCXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/00JCiFRC9ms/s72-c/melon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-5116229635349882125</id><published>2008-10-11T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T10:39:27.708-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessed batang langoy iwitness swim'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Was there any point in your life when you've felt you weren't lucky enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't able to blog for the past week since I've been up to doing school stuffs- even at home. To be honest, this semester was one of the most grueling times I've had in the course of my study. Though I have not given up, I complained about having an unfair and inconsiderate professor as our biggest impediment as students. But not until I watched a documentary featuring children who usually go swimming about a kilometer just to be able to go to school. You must have oftentimes been annoyed by traffic and floods but can you imagine the risk those children might have gone through especially during a sulky weather? I've felt a feeling of mixed admiration and pity for them. Pity was obvious.  Admiration was due to eagerness of having to swim with risky water in the hope of reaching something that could eventually change their lives.- forever. If you're someone who easily gives up pursuing your studies just because you don't like your classmates, you're not the best in class, you're not the teacher's pet, you want to skip classes, you hate your teachers, you don't have new bags, or simply because you feel sloth, realize how blessed you are and how you take those things for granted. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Learn to open your eyes and you will see all that life has offered you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Now... feel less fortunate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-5116229635349882125?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/5116229635349882125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=5116229635349882125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/5116229635349882125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/5116229635349882125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2008/10/was-there-any-point-in-your-life-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-1599176915423438874</id><published>2008-09-22T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T10:46:06.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intramuros manila baluarte de san diego luneta'/><title type='text'>A Day to the Walled City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jeez! I didn't know we'd go walkathon the rest of the day but I guess a long walk and seeing sites around Intramuros is way better than doing school stuffs at home. And I guess, no time's ever wasted that makes the bond of friendship grow stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just the blisters I detest! Hmp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt happy though. Seemed like we've travelled back in time and the place is really wonderful. And what really awed me was this old structure called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baluarte De San Diego&lt;/span&gt;. I must say early Filipinos do really have something in Architecture eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SNfOBJnD6GI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Ymmm04-JN08/s1600-h/515600445_c4b98ab93b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SNfOBJnD6GI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Ymmm04-JN08/s400/515600445_c4b98ab93b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248890409878546530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just love Manila and wherever I'll be in the future, I'll always come home to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SNfOt819lEI/AAAAAAAAADI/IjqlZSBBqG8/s1600-h/340905481_dbb225a7e1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SNfOt819lEI/AAAAAAAAADI/IjqlZSBBqG8/s400/340905481_dbb225a7e1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248891179545498690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Well you've gotta be a tourist in your own hometown for sometime.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-1599176915423438874?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/1599176915423438874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=1599176915423438874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/1599176915423438874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/1599176915423438874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2008/09/jeez-i-didnt-know-wed-go-walkathon-rest.html' title='A Day to the Walled City'/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SNfOBJnD6GI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Ymmm04-JN08/s72-c/515600445_c4b98ab93b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-2527824314128760780</id><published>2008-09-20T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T09:59:56.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying up too late is bad for health...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...coz it makes u dream while awake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s 3am and still up trying to finish the initial chapters of research. I’m about to doze off when I happened to remember “that” person I admire (guess for a month now). Hmm.. I always think, he’ll never ever appreciate me 'coz with what he has achieved so far, he must have high ideals. I can still keep my fingers crossed anyway. Someday, the star I’ve been dreaming of might fall for me. So who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Caution: The blogger is under perceptual anaesthesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!LoL. Just kidding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-2527824314128760780?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/2527824314128760780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=2527824314128760780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/2527824314128760780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/2527824314128760780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2008/09/side-effect-of-staying-up-too-late.html' title='Staying up too late is bad for health...'/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-2255639945346431401</id><published>2008-09-06T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T06:56:04.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody needs a break... and so do I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SMuxu_pqq6I/AAAAAAAAACw/aXBr9Qkpmmk/s1600-h/101_7491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SMuxu_pqq6I/AAAAAAAAACw/aXBr9Qkpmmk/s400/101_7491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245481611921370018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been at the mall for a usual solitary hang out. A day with my faves for my satisfaction and bet I can call it a day. So when ya all feel a little bit stressed, &lt;strong&gt;nothing beats cravings and a good night sleep&lt;/strong&gt;. Trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So here are just a few tips to help &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; manage ur stress:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talk it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Share problems with other people. Talking especially to level headed persons enables your energy to be expressed in a healthy way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2] &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Set your priorities.&lt;/span&gt; You don't wanna be doing a thing that could be settled later and setting aside things that need immediate action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3] &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Construct plans.&lt;/span&gt; You know it's always an advantage being organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Change your habit.&lt;/span&gt; Try to evaluate your habit to know if there are factors in your routine that are really stressful and substitute healthier ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5] &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep a well- balanced lifestyle and a balaced diet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[6] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Pamper yourself&lt;/span&gt; or do something for the kid in you from time to time like engaging yourself in sports or recreational activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[7] &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laugh. Laugh a lot. &lt;/span&gt;It's like inner jogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[8] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Pray and stay positive. &lt;/span&gt;Life is a matter of perspectives. It all depends on how you look at it. Don't let things that stress you determine your response towards life. If you can't change your situation, well at least you have the power to change your attitute towards it. God knows how stressful life is so don't foget to call to him &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ASAP (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;lways &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;rayer) &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-2255639945346431401?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/2255639945346431401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=2255639945346431401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/2255639945346431401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/2255639945346431401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2008/09/break.html' title='Everybody needs a break... and so do I'/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SMuxu_pqq6I/AAAAAAAAACw/aXBr9Qkpmmk/s72-c/101_7491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-7104624355850041436</id><published>2008-09-06T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T11:03:14.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failure sad'/><title type='text'>What makes a dark day seem bright?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SMP-beMRIkI/AAAAAAAAABA/Zu9VOF-SSyA/s1600-h/granger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SMP-beMRIkI/AAAAAAAAABA/Zu9VOF-SSyA/s320/granger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243314139103830594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really hurts when you've failed to something you've always wanted to do. It's like you've given every effort still nothing happened and you see urself as a mere object of disappointment like you're the stupidest person in the world. When I was small, I didn't understand what sense does people's saying "it's ok if you failed as long as u've given ur best" exactly trying to make. As I go along with my studies, I noticed that whatever happens to you, time will pass by. When you've failed, it's either you pretend to be lame by staying on the ground or do something to reach the finish line. When I've failed yesterday, I think I know what the answers were. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whatever you do, do your best because its not really what you do that makes you the winner, it's how much effort and love you've put to what you did that really matters. No one has sailed through life without setbacks and shortcomings. It's not the wind and the tide that you always have to go against- it's the fear of sailing to the waters to reach the other shores.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nwei, glad I found HP trailer. lookin' forward to watch it.Hope it'll come real soon here. OMG! Can't wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BTW.. It's ur positive attitude that makes a dark day seem bright. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-7104624355850041436?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/7104624355850041436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=7104624355850041436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/7104624355850041436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/7104624355850041436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2008/09/failed.html' title='What makes a dark day seem bright?'/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SMP-beMRIkI/AAAAAAAAABA/Zu9VOF-SSyA/s72-c/granger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146511577572344420.post-1026601410867920554</id><published>2008-09-02T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:53:15.928-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cielo12'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='midterm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fairness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psych'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='auteur_petit'/><title type='text'>Crucio!</title><content type='html'>Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbfounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived earlier in school than expected and buried nose under lousy reviewers only to find out exam was cancelled- case histories to be submitted the day after tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always caught between conlicting avoidances. What else should be expected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have known ahead so I would've gone sleeping the rest of the day... zZz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was some sense of fairness huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146511577572344420-1026601410867920554?l=cieling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/feeds/1026601410867920554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3146511577572344420&amp;postID=1026601410867920554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/1026601410867920554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3146511577572344420/posts/default/1026601410867920554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cieling.blogspot.com/2008/09/crucio.html' title='Crucio!'/><author><name>Cieling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10851449728170745771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zPqW6zkmDu8/SPS4UezJ39I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-VkiyJIwzww/S220/2nd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
