<?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-7019861272549428378</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:28:37.813-08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Work Blues'/><category term='Wandering thoughts'/><category term='Korea'/><category term='Reflection'/><category term='Stories'/><category term='Family'/><category term='MMG'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Love Story'/><category term='Quizzes'/><category term='job hunting'/><category term='Andoy'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Itinerary'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Michael Jackson'/><category term='Whining and Frustrations'/><category term='Insights'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Camsur Trip'/><category term='Goals'/><category term='Exploring'/><title type='text'>HarLEqUin Speaks Her MinD</title><subtitle type='html'>"The Unexamined Life is Not Worth LivinG..." -Socrates</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-7807839678599624136</id><published>2011-01-09T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T09:44:32.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another added to my list</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's avoiding me. He's not speaking to me, nor even glance my way. I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But why am I even wondering? I mean, I don't like him, right? I thought I already made that clear to him. And my self too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's nothing but a player. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The very type of guy I should be avoiding. He'll only hurt me anyhow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate it. Hate the way I always search his name in fb. Look at his profile, see what he's doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then what? Found out that he's into some other girl. Sorry, its girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why am I hurt? I shouldn't be, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate it. I hate the way he make me feel this way without intending to. Like he never even told me he like me. All the things he said, all of those are just things that comes out naturally from a flirt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's a certified flirt. And I hate that I fall for it. And what piss me off is that I let him. When all along I know that he's really like that. I shouldn't be feeling like this. I know what I signed up for when I began responding to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's not even good looking. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess I will never find someone I can really trust. He's just another guy who adds up to the list of my reasons why I remain single until now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe the only time that I'll be able to open my heart to someone is when I start accepting the fact that I will never be the only one. That there will always be 'another' woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate this doubts. I want to learn how to trust. I want to know how it feels to love and to be loved. I mean, c'mon, I'm already 22y/o. I should have at least been in one relationship.&lt;br /&gt;But everytime something good happens, my wall comes up automatically. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just can't let myself be happy for once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is fleeting bliss really worthy of a lifetime unhappiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-7807839678599624136?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7807839678599624136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-added-to-my-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/7807839678599624136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/7807839678599624136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-added-to-my-list.html' title='Another added to my list'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-210761927631650939</id><published>2011-01-03T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T07:30:54.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;why do i feel so gloomy all of a sudden? what happened in the house just affects everything i do. my work, my plans.. why can't we stay happy and at peace with each other just once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i do know its my fault as well. i've never been a good daughter to my father. i don't know why. and i can't go on blaming his mistake before. because how i deal with him has always been the same ever since i reach my teenage years. maybe even earlier than that, i'm not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;why can't i respond to him lovingly, or even just give a decent answer when he question me about anything that's happenign in my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i do feel sorry about that. and God knows how i want to change. maybe i just need to want it more because i can't seem to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't want to wait til everything's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i can't face that you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;DEATH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's a really big word for me. i can't ponder on this for long, i just can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i need to change but i don't know how. i don't know where to start. i don't even know if i can muster enough courage to look my father in the eye and say "i'm sorry, and i want our family to start again.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-210761927631650939?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/210761927631650939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/210761927631650939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/210761927631650939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-blues.html' title='new year blues'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-6615381832258234092</id><published>2010-11-07T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T01:47:36.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wallowing thoughts again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How many notes like this have I made for the past 2 years? Here I am on my third job, was quite contented for the past 3 months, and suddenly I woke up this afternoon feeling so pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes that's how my life seems since I left college..PATHETIC..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not liking the girl I see everyday on the mirror. I can no longer recognize the person I become. I don't feel like myself anymore. I feel useless, shallow, unproductive. There's this sinking feeling that what I did for the past 3 years is all afloat and go to wherever the waves of life pushes me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, I have all respect to every call center agents out there. I must admit, before, I thought it's the most lowly job there is and I will never, ever embarass myself by applying for this job. And look how fate made fun of me, I'm a call center agent now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The job is fun. The environment, the people, the work itself, it all seems like a big playground to me. No stress, no pressure. A different game this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The thing is, I'm feeling like the excitement of this game will soon be gone. For how long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel like I've been procrastinating since I've been here. Well, come to think of it, I've been feeling this way for almost three years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel like I should be doing something. Doing what is still a question I've yet to answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The thing I'm most scared about is that, if I leave now, there's nothing waiting for me out there. I know I can never go back to a corporate job. Earning minimum wage, doing a meaningless job I know will get me nowhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So what's next for me???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-6615381832258234092?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6615381832258234092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/wallowing-thoughts-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/6615381832258234092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/6615381832258234092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/wallowing-thoughts-again.html' title='Wallowing thoughts again..'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-9159694207376551310</id><published>2010-08-08T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T11:52:07.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartache #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Playing heartbreak songs, looking at their fb profiles, and writing on my blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yep, I'm definitely hurt. But not much. Anyway, I don't have any right to. I mean he never made any move to indicate that he likes me, right? Right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I met him barely a month ago. We're on the same training class, sat beside each other for the last 2weeks. He's simple, sensitive, funny, and has a quiet demeanor about him. We became close towards the end because at first I became his nonofficial mentor, and then we began to be comfortable with each other and began to really talk. And we became friends. At least I think we did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know when my feelings for him start growing. I can't remember when, I can't even remember why. I should have been more aware. I met his type before. And where did that lead me? I got hurt eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And just like before, things happened so fast. Just now, I found out he's officially together with a girl from the other class. I can't believe how dense I was. I should have known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's happening again, same story but different names. And I can't believe I'm still the foolish one..:-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I'm gonna stop right here. No more heartaches for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-9159694207376551310?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9159694207376551310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/08/heartache-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/9159694207376551310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/9159694207376551310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/08/heartache-2.html' title='Heartache #2'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-6930896807961590525</id><published>2010-06-15T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T06:36:57.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green with Envy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I told myself I won't look but I still did. Tigas-ulo talaga..huhu Now I'm so envious. Kainis talaga! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next work: SAVE! SAVE! SAVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Goal: Trip to Korea..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-6930896807961590525?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6930896807961590525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/06/green-with-envy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/6930896807961590525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/6930896807961590525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/06/green-with-envy.html' title='Green with Envy'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-2072114705784137403</id><published>2010-05-31T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T05:08:38.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons from my past (which I never seems to learn)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Found this note on my phone last night. I wrote this last year I think, but I never got to post it. So here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;No matter how big the gap is between you and an old friend, swallow your pride and be the one to reach out and first to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No matter how bad you think life is going on for you, there is always something to be thankful for.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just by remembering the name of a new acquaintance makes a lot of difference for that person.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No matter how big your problem is now, remember that it always passes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life doesn't revolve around you. Take time to ask what's happening in your friend's life. Listen intently and sincerely. Never make that question an excuse to talk about yourself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's refreshing to kid around like a child again once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never regret your stupidity and tears from the past. Looking back, you'll realize it made you stronger. And hey, it will seem funny after a while.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take some time off alone. Nothing's more strangely daunting than realizing that you don't recognize yourself anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nothing's wrong with being vain. It is every girl's privilege and right to doll up. Do it now while you're still young and pretty.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thoughts of a happy ending should be left to fairy tales.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The best comfy sources in the world is chocolate, vanilla ice cream, and a long hug from an old friend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never ever give an unsolicited advice just for the heck of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People usually know how to solve their problems. They come to you just so they can talk it out loud and realize they knew the solution all along.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Best form of revenge is to kill that person with kindness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always say what you mean, and mean what you say.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If someone have done you wrong, think of all the good laugh you shared together. Never let one mistake ruin years of friendship.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I wrote this during those times that I was feeling really frustrated with my work and disappointed with some of my friends (at my first work). These lessons are really not that a big deal but it is hard earned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons I have to remember as I walk through this journey called LIFE and ADULTHOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-2072114705784137403?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2072114705784137403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/05/lessons-from-my-past-which-i-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/2072114705784137403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/2072114705784137403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/05/lessons-from-my-past-which-i-never.html' title='Lessons from my past (which I never seems to learn)'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-672284319078953336</id><published>2010-05-14T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T06:46:15.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Practrical Mind Won</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A few hours ago, I had a chat with a former schoolmate (and suitor, yebah!). We talked about a lot of things, his trips abroad (he's training in the US, btw), updates on our lives, common friends, AND (of all things) my lack of happiness at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him  :  Kamusta yung iba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me    :  Sila? Ok naman. Working for the same company for the past two years. I envy their&lt;br /&gt;           patience but I can't say I'll follow their path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him   :  So you just want to wander from one work to another? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me    :  I'm not sure. Basta I won't sacrifice my happiness and sanity for a job security. So&lt;br /&gt;           whenever I felt that I'm no longer happy with a job, I leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him  : Deep. Can I ask you a question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me    : (not quite sure now) sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him   : What will fill your cup of happiness then? What will make you happy and give you&lt;br /&gt;           security at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me    : (pauses) Honestly, I don't have an answer to that. Wala akong direksyon kaya wag mo&lt;br /&gt;           na ko tanungin. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him  : I think you already have a direction. You just haven't found a way to get there. * wink&lt;br /&gt;          (good for him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It really got me thinking. Again. Everybody else my age seems to have a concrete direction as to how they want their life managed. Why can't I be like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain's all so scattered. I can't figure what I really want. I don't know what I need. On top of that, this idealistic side of me is screaming "STAND FOR YOU PRINCIPLE, PRACTICALITY'S OUT OF THE QUESTION!!!" Bullshit that side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to be practical. Sheesh! I'll just try all right? I'll get a stint in a call center job. Hopefully to save some, maybe go to Singapore or Korea to work after a year. Save some again then have my own business. Hopefully I can endure all these until I turn 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Coming up with a 3-year life plan is not that bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad..=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&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/7019861272549428378-672284319078953336?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/672284319078953336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/05/practrical-mind-won.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/672284319078953336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/672284319078953336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/05/practrical-mind-won.html' title='Practrical Mind Won'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-4325927097787121546</id><published>2010-05-13T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T21:15:17.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle of dreams and principle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I still enjoy this free time yet I'm sick of having no money..=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I stop looking for a job. In fact, I already have two offers in my hands. One in the salon and nail spa industry and another in the pharmaceutical business. These indecision as to which job offer I would accept kept me awake all night yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I accepted both. Geesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know which to take. And I can't help but think (this idealistic side of me) that if I'm having doubts with these jobs then maybe neither is meant for me. Is this a rational way of thinking especially when I now only have more or less 50 bucks on my wallet and the bills are now starting to come simultaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also bothers me. My mother is now off looking for a call center job. She's 55. She's supposed to be retiring not job-hunting. And here I am playing hotel city at facebook and chatting with friends. My conscience is bothering me big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm thinking. Should I swallow my job and look for a job abroad? Where I can earn triple of what I can earn here in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have big dreams for me and my family. I want to do a lot of things. I want to travel, to study again, I want to live comfortably. Not lying awake all night wondering how on earth I'm gonna pay for the bills. The way my parents are living for the past two decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My idealistic side (a pest at times really) reminds me of the principle I stand for the past years. That job abroad is not an option for me because my country needs me more now than everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just a tiny speck in a street full of dust. What can I do if I'm so insignificant? And, will leaving the country really be a betrayal? How about my family who expects more of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother has been hinting about this for quite a while now. Talking about how comfortable her cousin now living in US with her daughter. Who, by the way, married a man more than twice her age. (but marrying for the sake of money will NEVER be an option for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige ganito na lang. Siguro I'll accept the nail spa job. Then I'll try my luck on a job abroad. If I got accepted then I'll just weigh my judgments then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See which weighs more, dreams or principle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-4325927097787121546?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4325927097787121546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/05/battle-of-dreams-and-principle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/4325927097787121546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/4325927097787121546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/05/battle-of-dreams-and-principle.html' title='Battle of dreams and principle'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-6865139071340335285</id><published>2010-05-12T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T20:01:06.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wandering thoughts'/><title type='text'>Revisiting my blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Funny how it is that when we're writing off our thoughts to our journals (or blogs in my case), it seems always like "its one hard-earned lesson" everytime we come to the conclusion and press "publish post".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But after reading after some of my previous blogs, it seems to me like I'm living in a never-ending cycle of problems and heartaches. All seems to be repeating itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once again, I find myself :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;jobless and poor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;still NBSB&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;still frustrated and wary of where my life is leading me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feels like I never learn at all. All those insights (whether I realized myself or shared by my peers) never did etched in my mind (notice how thick-headed I am). Because right now I find myself in the same predicament I was one or two years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nevertheless, there's no point in being negative now, right? People just move on, it's useless to go back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All I need is to keep the positive attitude that somewhere along the way I'll be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-6865139071340335285?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6865139071340335285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/05/revisiting-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/6865139071340335285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/6865139071340335285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/05/revisiting-my-blog.html' title='Revisiting my blog'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-1795004367164098562</id><published>2010-04-13T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T03:22:34.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Written with a heavy heart</title><content type='html'>Three more days to freedom. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have been nice right? But why am I writing with a heavy heart. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geesh..forget it. I'll write later when I'm in a better mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-1795004367164098562?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1795004367164098562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/04/written-with-heavy-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/1795004367164098562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/1795004367164098562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/04/written-with-heavy-heart.html' title='Written with a heavy heart'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-87516410442441685</id><published>2010-03-29T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T20:57:00.353-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work Blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whining and Frustrations'/><title type='text'>Pre-Resigning Depression (here I go again...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not entirely sure why I'm feeling this way. When all the while, I am the one who chose to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He asked me to stay, didn't he? Or was it all a polite pretense on his part?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe he did want me to leave. After all I'm not that proficient enough. I can openly admit to that. And I'm ashamed of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ashamed because I know that I can give more to this job than what I've ever performed for the past six months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just hate this feeling. All of a sudden, it feels like he no longer trust me. All the responsibilities he entitled me suddenly went to someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And that's what I hate most. It's all so SUDDEN. So ABRUPT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He didn't even give me time to adjust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Suddenly, I'm no longer part of anything. Even those that I'm the one who initiated, the one who plans, conceptualize and process. It's heart breaking knowing I won't be part of the execution, no longer part of the output.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's so disappointing. It's breaking me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-87516410442441685?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/87516410442441685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/pre-resigning-depression-here-i-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/87516410442441685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/87516410442441685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/pre-resigning-depression-here-i-go.html' title='Pre-Resigning Depression (here I go again...)'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-1075155410650729846</id><published>2010-03-14T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:35:36.430-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job hunting'/><title type='text'>Same old frustrations</title><content type='html'>Isn't it ironic that my last post 6mos ago was all about my job hunting frustrations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because unfortunately I'm facing the same turmoil again. Yes, back to square one is your heroine. I'm job-hunting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in my current job for almost 6mos now and I really don't know what's wrong with me. I guess it will be always be me, I'll always find fault in every company I'll ever be into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thank God for giving me the opportunity to be accepted in this job. I mean, this is THE dream job. Being in-charge of a big project, handling marketing on my own at my own pace, basically being able to make decisions on my own. I'm practically handling the operation of the company, plus my boss trusts me (though he finds it hard to be vocal about it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that, my boss is THE hell boss. The kind of superior you only find in your worst nightmare. Get this: his sentence is never complete without his variety of obscenities; his voice is always one pitch higher than a shout; he give instructions one hour before I'm off and expects me to be able to submit it the next morning, assumes that I'll be willing to come in to work during weekends, calls me at 2AM in the  morning and shouts at me the next day for not answering; won't give a raise; and this list will go on and on that this space won't just be enough so I'll stop adding more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. But the job has its perks of course. I love my job and I love the people I'm working with. Really. I love them though we just met, and I'm more comfortable with them than with those I worked with in my previous job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can the dream job really be a dream job if its not perfect? If there's something (or someone) who's keeping you from enjoying it thoroughly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm back to editing my resume, re-conditioning my mind so I can recall how to answer good in an interview, and yes, saving my last pennies till the day I'll find a job again..=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-1075155410650729846?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1075155410650729846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/same-old-frustrations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/1075155410650729846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/1075155410650729846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/same-old-frustrations.html' title='Same old frustrations'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-7373137888608142173</id><published>2009-09-24T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T04:12:25.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whining and Frustrations'/><title type='text'>Wallowing thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Flashback two months back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was in the office pitying myself. Wallowing on the thought that I'm trapped in a job, doing clerical works that I hate. My boss has no confidence in me, my tasks are all too elementary that I thought even a highschool graduate can accomplish satisfactorily. My salary is too low that I can't even afford to treat myself to a movie or buy myself a new blouse. My officemates are not supportive of what I do and treat me as if I'm just a lowly individual they had to work with. All these, while my friends are having the time of their lives at their own work. I mean, where's the justice in that?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then I was ecstatic, my parents finally gave their go signal that I can resign if I'm not really happy. Or so it seems. So I submit my resignation letter. All too proud to finally leave this crap of an office. Head held up high, too excited to start a new. Because deep down I know, there's a better future awaiting for me beyond this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Two months later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here I am today. Shoes worn out from 3 weeks of job-hunting, only 200php in my pocket, and all hopes of finding my dream job draining out from me. My fighting spirit's almost lost. To add up to that, my parents are just too happy to voice out their disappointment and frustration. Like I'm not disappointed and frustrated enough as it is. ='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How many jobs have I applied for already? I think I've attended more than 10 interviews already. Only two seems to fit my dream job. But unlucky me, both seems to think I'm just not qualified. And yeah, even those eight don't even bother to call that I got the job. Nope, not even one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just feel disappointed with myself. My spirits are dampened from all these rejections. Yesterday I thought I'm all set to work at Pancake. While the manager gave me an overview of what I'm about to do, I'm already imagining myself doing all those. I imagine myself burying my nose in the pile of work, extending long hours, even coming to work on weekends. The job is just too perfect. It's what I want, what I'm craving for right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At lunch it seems as if I'm walking on clouds. Nothing will rain on my parade. No one can burst my bubble. I thought "I finally got a job! And a dream job too!". Well, I should start learning not to count my chicks until it hatched. Sheesh..I really never learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh God! I know you have a plan for me. But please, if it's not for me, help me cope with the disappointment that will surely follow. I think another rejection will cost much more damage than this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-7373137888608142173?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7373137888608142173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/wallowing-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/7373137888608142173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/7373137888608142173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/wallowing-thoughts.html' title='Wallowing thoughts'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-3257751728087314328</id><published>2009-07-14T20:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:08:04.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work Blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whining and Frustrations'/><title type='text'>Today is another one of those days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got an email from a friend this morning. And apparently some of my friends whom were also forwarded with this appreciated it and decided to forward it  also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quite timely. Because I'm having another one of those days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel down again, wondering what on earth am I doing in here? That if I'm not happy why am I still staying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And here's this email saying that wherever you are, no matter how annoying or depressing your situation is, God is at work watching over you. That you are exactly where HE wants you to be. And everything that's happening are just the prelude to the main event he have planned out for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But God also gave us a deciding mind, right? A mind made to think and analyze, mind to decide what to do given any situation? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That if your not happy with something, or in my case, happy one moment depressed in another, do something about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really need to come up with a decision. A definite and irrevocable decision. Something I should stick with. Something I should never regret nor take back whenever I feel differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am never really sure of what I should do. I'm tired of doing the things I'm doing now. I don't know what trigger this (again!). But this is how I'm feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Suddenly nothing really matters. Everything seems insignificant. I feel small. And unworthy. Tired. Ugly. Depressed. Old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm just so, so tired of it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-3257751728087314328?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3257751728087314328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-is-another-one-of-those-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/3257751728087314328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/3257751728087314328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-is-another-one-of-those-days.html' title='Today is another one of those days'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-989924789154995779</id><published>2009-07-12T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:38:04.337-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Story'/><title type='text'>To start a new, forgive your past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're almost finish. And I'm famished. When do we get to eat?" I asked. We're almost finished displaying all her purchase from Divisoria. Looking around, I'm quite satisfied. It will be sold out pretty soon, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're hungry already? Oh well, wait for me here. I'll buy you something." Lily replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hmm..this is a pretty good business."&lt;/em&gt; I mused. &lt;em&gt;"Only a month since the opening but the customers keep pouring through. I wish I can come up with my own soon."&lt;/em&gt; I thought wistfully. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was staring into space, daydreaming of my soon-to-flourish business, when something red out of the window captured my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh no, please don't let it be whom I thought it to be!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curly hair, well-toned body, and THE heart-melting half-grin. It was no doubt its HIM. And a close-to-lanky but obviously very pretty chinita girl beside him. I was really in no doubt that its THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much as I wanted to look away, my eyes seem glued at them two. They really look so happy together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been seven years already. Am I over you now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they've been together for four years now. But this is the first time I see them together. TOGETHER! Holding hands. Looking so happy and contented with each other. And I never thought this day will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh no, he'll see me any minute now. Look away! LOOK AWAY!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon did look at me. He look surprised to see me for a moment. But then he smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like ages before I can react. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I smile back. To him and Lianne. Genuine friendly smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seven years, I finally set myself free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-989924789154995779?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/989924789154995779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-what-do-you-think-my-sister-asked-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/989924789154995779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/989924789154995779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-what-do-you-think-my-sister-asked-me.html' title='To start a new, forgive your past'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-4754282429528407844</id><published>2009-07-02T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T02:16:00.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Pep Talk</title><content type='html'>First thing this morning the Boss called for a meeting. Apparently I was quite surprised that I'm included in this meeting. Usually it's just them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEM = all minus me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be honest, it made me nervous.  I thought the Boss will scold me for not doing my job well, or not doing my job at all. Heehee..guilty conscience, here I go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out it isn't really about me. It's about the whole group. It started with a single question tossed around for everyone to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Aside from staying at home, what's your next activity to relax yourself?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not prepared. Christine volunteered an answer for me, &lt;em&gt;hanging out at Powerbooks. &lt;/em&gt;Ok, whatever. I don't usually hang out there on a weekend. I'd rather stay at home, you know. But what else can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he proceeded on telling us how the retail industry has a positive response to the global recession. That we have made a good foundation as a group. All have performed their functions satisfactorily, that we're hitting a feasible target. And in time, we'll all realize and see our contributions once we open our projects this coming November and December. He summarized all the things we've accomplished since we began. And shared to us all the projects that we'll look forward to the following year. See? I've really been listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he did this just so we'll keep at par to the division's, and the company's, objectives. And maybe, to trigger our enthusiasm in the upcoming projects. That hey, we're now on the next phase of the process, soon we'll already see the fruits of our labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..gets me thinking. Am I as excited as they all are for the upcoming opening? I guess not. I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr..guess should stop this hypocrisy. Of course I'm excited. I guess, I SHOULD be excited. I mean, who shouldn't be? I'm part of a fast-growing company, owned by one of the biggest business conglomerate in the country. I'm operating under probably the most exciting development of all the company's projects. Haler! we're building malls! I have an ok Boss (though I really hate his air of aristocracy, grrr!), get along with everyone in my department. I'm part of this foundation, one of the pioneers. I have every reason to be proud, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right! So please, please be happy with your work na!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-4754282429528407844?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4754282429528407844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/pep-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/4754282429528407844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/4754282429528407844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/pep-talk.html' title='Pep Talk'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-3452347243068367240</id><published>2009-07-01T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:28:04.705-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>What too much importance can do to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you're given lots of responsibilities...&lt;br /&gt;When lots of people depend on you to perform their functions...&lt;br /&gt;When you just feel so important...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person I thought to be timid and kind, has filled his head with stormy air of ego...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-3452347243068367240?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3452347243068367240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-too-much-importance-can-do-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/3452347243068367240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/3452347243068367240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-too-much-importance-can-do-to-you.html' title='What too much importance can do to you'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-1635759423218182994</id><published>2009-06-30T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:01:36.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wandering thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>The Teacup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Im really thanking Mr. Kong for helping me through this time. I've been browsing through his past articles, and not a single one fails to inspire me or realize something. I wish I can thank him personally but the only way I can do so now is to spread his lessons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another inspiring anecdote shared by Mr. Francis Kong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353382399138892418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SksI7beAioI/AAAAAAAAAIo/dMwRhUC8Eio/s200/funny_picture_kittens_in_a_teacup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Teacup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was a couple who used to go to England to shop in the beautiful stores. They both liked antiques and pottery and specially teacups. This was their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. One day in this beautiful shop they saw a beautiful teacup. They said, “May we see that? We’ve never seen one quite so beautiful.” As the lady handed it to them, suddenly the teacup spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You don’t understand,” it said. “I haven’t always been a teacup. There was a time when I was red and I was clay. My master took me and rolled me and patted me over and over and I yelled out, ‘let me alone’, but he only smiled, ‘Not yet’.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was placed on a spinning wheel,” the teacup said, “and suddenly I was spun around and around and around. “Stop it! I’m getting dizzy!” I screamed. But the master only nodded and said, ‘Not yet’.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he put me in the oven. I never felt such heat. I wondered why He wanted to burn me, and I yelled and knocked at the door. I could see him through the opening and I could read his lips as he shook his head ‘Not yet’.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the door opened, he put me on the shelf, and I began to cool. ‘There, that’s better,’ I said. And he brushed and painted me all over. The fumes were horrible. I thought I would gag. ‘Stop it, stop it!’ I cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He only nodded, ‘Not yet’.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly he put me back into the oven, not like the first one. This was twice as hot and I knew I would suffocate. I begged. I pleaded. I screamed. I cried. All the time I could see him through the opening nodding his head saying, ‘Not yet’.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I knew there wasn’t any hope. I would never make it. I was ready to give up. But the door opened and he took me out and placed me on the shelf. One hour later he handed me a mirror and said, ‘Look at yourself’. And I did. I said, ‘That’s not me; that couldn’t be me. It’s beautiful. I’m beautiful.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I want you to remember, then,’ he said, ‘I know it hurts to be rolled and patted, but if I had left you alone, you’d have dried up. I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel, but if I had stopped, you would have crumbled. I knew it hurt and was hot and disagreeable in the oven, but if I hadn’t put you there, you would have cracked. I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted you all over, but if I hadn’t done that, you never would have hardened; you would not have had any color in your life. And if I hadn’t put you back in that second oven, you wouldn’t survive for very long because the hardness would not have held. Now you are a finished product. You are what I had in mind when I first began with you.’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dissatisfaction at work, betrayal by a friend, loss of someone we love, etc.., getting through these sure is hard. It will bruise our heart and may at times let us feel like we can no longer move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's try to remember that God never give us trials that we can't pass. Sounds cliche but true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm trying to learn this day by day. And it's not easy. Adult problems, as I come to realize, are never easy to bear. But with God's guidance I know I can do it. I can surpass it all and break a smile after. And hopefully, all the lessons I'll gather along the way will be kept in mind, and shared to others.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(click for article source --&gt; &lt;a href="http://franciskong.com/inspiration/the-teacup/"&gt;http://franciskong.com/inspiration/the-teacup/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-1635759423218182994?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1635759423218182994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-really-thanking-mr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/1635759423218182994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/1635759423218182994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-really-thanking-mr.html' title='The Teacup'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SksI7beAioI/AAAAAAAAAIo/dMwRhUC8Eio/s72-c/funny_picture_kittens_in_a_teacup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-8862675439964067777</id><published>2009-06-30T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:58:33.547-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wandering thoughts'/><title type='text'>Mid-week thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a wednesday again, mid of the week. And it's the first day of July, start of the other-half of the year. I can't believe how fast time really flies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First half of the year is over, next week (July 7), I'll be celebrating my one year stay here in the company. See? I can be patient if I wanted to. Despite all my whinings and complaints I've stayed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think it was yesterday when I told Christine I might stay here for the rest of the year. Even though I know that my work here weigh less compared to my other officemates, I still can't bear to leave them, especially now that we'll simultaneously open three of our projects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My pride is another reason. I want to be able to see our projects open and be able to tell everyone that "Hey! I'm one of those guys who built that!.." Well, not literally you know, I'm not a construction worker. But I'm part of the head group who made the project possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Christine said I should be proud. Now that I'm turning 1 year in Eton. She said it's really an accomplishment to be able to last a year for a first job. Hmm..maybe. But I guess I would have feel much better if my stay has been fun and rewarding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, rewarding. This is the term I've always wanted to attach when asked how my work was. Not "terrible", "frustrating", and "depressing". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They said I should wait. That this is just a temporary set-up. Later on, when all the projects are officially open I'll be given more responsibilities, more chance to explore my capabilities, test my passion, if i'm really meant for this job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope they're right. I don't want to be proven right when I finally realize staying in this job, and company, is really just a waste of time and stagnating myself..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-8862675439964067777?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8862675439964067777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/mid-week-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/8862675439964067777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/8862675439964067777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/mid-week-thoughts.html' title='Mid-week thoughts'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-7856878781980623209</id><published>2009-06-29T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T03:56:12.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Holiday Calendar for Lovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Found this website today - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buhaykorea.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.buhaykorea.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. These past few days i became really fascinated with Korea (its history, culture, and values) what with the Oriental Dreamers Series of Korea and me learning to speak (?) their language. Anyway, this is a blogsite of a filipina wed to a Korean and now residing in Seoul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find it really amusing (in fact, me and an officemate we're laughing our heads off and giving snide comments while reading this) and enlightening..hehe Why enlightening? well, I'm really fond of watching Korean dramas and i find some of the scenarios there weird and corny, or out of this world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started reading her posts under the "Only in Korea" tag becasue i want to know how Korean culture and beliefs really differ from ours. And I found this one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1041/1451547311_3b7aec1dc2.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIST OF "14TH DAY" HOLIDAYS FOR KOREAN LOVERS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;January 14: Diary Day - The day of presenting your lover with a cute diary and a basket of flowers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;February 14: Valentine’s Day - The day when girls and women present their boyfriends with chocolate and confess their love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;March 14: White Day - The day when boys and men present their girlfriends with chocolate and confess their love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;April 14: Black Day - The day when people who have no lovers eat black Chinese noodles together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May 14: Rose Day - The day when lovers present each other with roses to express their love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yellow Day - The day when those who were unable to eat black noodles on Black Day go to eat yellow curry rice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;June 14: Kiss Day - The day when lovers kiss to confirm their love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;July 14: Silver Day - The day when lovers exchange silver rings to make a promise for the future&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;August 14: Music Day - The day of presenting a CD with love songs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;September 14: Photo Day - The day when lovers take pictures to keep memories of their love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;October 14: Wine Day - The day when lovers drink wine and share love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;November 14:Movie Day - The day when lovers go to see a movie holding hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hug Day - The day of giving hugs to your loved ones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;December 14: Money Day - The day of spending generously for your lover &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well there's a disclaimer at the original article (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buhaykorea.com/2009/02/13/14th-of-every-month/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.buhaykorea.com/2009/02/13/14th-of-every-month/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) that says some of these holidays are not really celebrated and some of it are just made up by opportunistic businessmen for gullible Koreans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway I still find it hilarious and ridiculous in a way. But who am I say to question, right? Love is a universal thing and people (and nations) has their own right to express it any way the want to..&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/7019861272549428378-7856878781980623209?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7856878781980623209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/holiday-calendar-for-lovers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/7856878781980623209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/7856878781980623209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/holiday-calendar-for-lovers.html' title='Holiday Calendar for Lovers'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-4608030081566483367</id><published>2009-06-28T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:07:18.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>The Mayonnaise Jar and 2 cups of coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://howtojar.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/mayonnaise-jar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://howtojar.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/mayonnaise-jar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;a href="http://eatingasia.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/coffee_kemaman_2_cups.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://eatingasia.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/coffee_kemaman_2_cups.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the was jar was full. They agreed it was.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous “Yes.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;“Now,” said the professor as the laughter subsided, “I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things— God, your family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions— and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The pebbles are the other things that matter– your job, your house, and your car.&lt;br /&gt;The sand is everything else— the small stuff. “If you put the sand into the jar first,” he continued, “there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first—the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. “I’m glad you asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Original article on this link --&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://franciskong.com/personal/mayonnaise-and-coffee/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://franciskong.com/personal/mayonnaise-and-coffee/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/7019861272549428378-4608030081566483367?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4608030081566483367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/mayonnaise-jar-and-2-cups-of-coffee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/4608030081566483367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/4608030081566483367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/mayonnaise-jar-and-2-cups-of-coffee.html' title='The Mayonnaise Jar and 2 cups of coffee'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-7053563393846202932</id><published>2009-06-28T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:39:08.594-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Still bothered..='(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still bothered over my fight with mama. I'm really deeply hurt with all the things she said. Things that in my ears seems to imply that I pale in comparison to my other siblings, in terms of sense of responsibility. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I admit I did seem to be irresponsible these past few months. There are times that I fail to give money to them. Or do my household chores.And I sometimes prioritize hanging out with my friends at times. But its not as if I do it regularly. I never go out every week, duh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What bothers me are all the things she said. Said on purpose just to hurt me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why do we always say such harsh things when we're angry? I think verbal assault are more powerful than physical. When you hurt someone physically, wounds heal easily. And he/she can defend himself/herself, or they can just run away to avoid the attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But when its words, words coming from people you love, trust, and respect, it penetrates deeply. So deep you won't even knoew how long it takes to forget and forgive.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to run away. But I can't. All I can do is to avoid her as much as possible. I wanted to act nonchalantly but its impossible...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-7053563393846202932?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7053563393846202932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/still-bothered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/7053563393846202932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/7053563393846202932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/still-bothered.html' title='Still bothered..=&apos;('/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-3716999210776407645</id><published>2009-06-27T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T08:20:21.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Birthday Bash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Just turned 21 last monday. *sigh* I'm now officially an adult. Geesh!! Anyway, had an advanced birthday bash last saturday. Here are our pics in Bosay Resort, Antipolo City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SkY1C3YNMAI/AAAAAAAAAHo/5jGz5nzYmsU/s1600-h/5191_1161162783122_1049373818_493156_6872623_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SkY1C3YNMAI/AAAAAAAAAHo/5jGz5nzYmsU/s320/5191_1161162783122_1049373818_493156_6872623_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352023530517901314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MMG taking a pose at the resort's signage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SkY1DJR8gwI/AAAAAAAAAH4/dUg9VkHAjGA/s1600-h/5191_1161163223133_1049373818_493166_7392052_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SkY1DJR8gwI/AAAAAAAAAH4/dUg9VkHAjGA/s320/5191_1161163223133_1049373818_493166_7392052_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352023535323480834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shower first MMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SkY1TiXlbAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Mw_sg5J_8tk/s1600-h/5191_1161163783147_1049373818_493180_3981689_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SkY1TiXlbAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Mw_sg5J_8tk/s320/5191_1161163783147_1049373818_493180_3981689_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352023816935926786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SkY1TFIFxaI/AAAAAAAAAII/Rr3sZK8YCoY/s1600-h/5191_1161163583142_1049373818_493175_6443772_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SkY1TFIFxaI/AAAAAAAAAII/Rr3sZK8YCoY/s320/5191_1161163583142_1049373818_493175_6443772_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352023809086309794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SkY1S018GpI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Wip2IqsGzPo/s1600-h/5191_1161163263134_1049373818_493167_1371392_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SkY1S018GpI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Wip2IqsGzPo/s320/5191_1161163263134_1049373818_493167_1371392_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352023804715211410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;while taking a refreshing dip at the resort's 4 pools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SkY1Tk3rm2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/0tvYE9y4lIo/s1600-h/5191_1161172943376_1049373818_493195_913244_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SkY1Tk3rm2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/0tvYE9y4lIo/s320/5191_1161172943376_1049373818_493195_913244_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352023817607420770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Syempre mawawala pa ba ang videoke sa celebration? lol..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SkY1DNXu8qI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-l9Mpf8m4MM/s1600-h/5191_1161162903125_1049373818_493159_1130914_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SkY1DNXu8qI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-l9Mpf8m4MM/s320/5191_1161162903125_1049373818_493159_1130914_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352023536421499554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice pose Peeg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SkY1Cy73IYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/cKYYvS_MOTw/s1600-h/5191_1161162583117_1049373818_493151_290084_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SkY1Cy73IYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/cKYYvS_MOTw/s320/5191_1161162583117_1049373818_493151_290084_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352023529325273474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SkY1Cjug25I/AAAAAAAAAHY/McnOuBwGc04/s1600-h/5191_1161162383112_1049373818_493146_8098340_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SkY1Cjug25I/AAAAAAAAAHY/McnOuBwGc04/s320/5191_1161162383112_1049373818_493146_8098340_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352023525242755986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just need to post this one, here's Kay and Bals (on the phone..;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SkY0tdWXnRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/F7tTh_3aRgw/s1600-h/5191_1161161823098_1049373818_493132_1174085_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SkY0tdWXnRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/F7tTh_3aRgw/s400/5191_1161161823098_1049373818_493132_1174085_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352023162753621266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jo, Me, Kay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SkY0s15XdwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/uI6nvfAlKD0/s1600-h/5191_1161161223083_1049373818_493117_296506_n.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/_DYoDEoY685k/SkY0s15XdwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/uI6nvfAlKD0/s400/5191_1161161223083_1049373818_493117_296506_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352023152162993922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blow your cake (there's no candle eh..hehe) birthday girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SkY0s5yRRqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_ljWACX7ol8/s1600-h/5191_1161161143081_1049373818_493115_7509554_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SkY0s5yRRqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_ljWACX7ol8/s400/5191_1161161143081_1049373818_493115_7509554_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352023153206970018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tsibugan nah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SkY0srHQ6AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wF0y6b-pGXE/s1600-h/5191_1161161103080_1049373818_493114_4855119_n.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/_DYoDEoY685k/SkY0srHQ6AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wF0y6b-pGXE/s400/5191_1161161103080_1049373818_493114_4855119_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352023149268494338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simpleng handa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SkY0tI44mYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/HB1dLFLeSwc/s1600-h/5191_1161161303085_1049373818_493119_219833_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SkY0tI44mYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/HB1dLFLeSwc/s400/5191_1161161303085_1049373818_493119_219833_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352023157261244802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making my birthday extra special and tons of fun MMG! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-3716999210776407645?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3716999210776407645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthday-bash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/3716999210776407645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/3716999210776407645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthday-bash.html' title='Birthday Bash'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SkY1C3YNMAI/AAAAAAAAAHo/5jGz5nzYmsU/s72-c/5191_1161162783122_1049373818_493156_6872623_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-7773663353710698240</id><published>2009-06-27T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:07:27.617-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>Some things I definitely SHOULD learn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3052/3063079266_f27f7523f7.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3052/3063079266_f27f7523f7.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- When you plan to get even with someone, you're just letting that person continue to hurt you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The easiest way to grow as a person is to surround yourself with people smarter than you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Everyone you meet deserves to be greeted with a smile =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- That LOVE, not TIME, heals all wounds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No one is perfect until you fall in love with them&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Life is tough, but I'm tougher!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Got to make this my daily mantra!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- When you harbor bitterness, happiness will dock elsewhere&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;One should keep his words both soft and tender, because tomorrow he may have to eat them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- A smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;That I can't choose how I feel, but I can choose what to do about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but all the happiness and growth occurs while you're climbing it. (Miley C., is that you? ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- That it is best to give advice in only two circumstances; when it is requested and when it is a life threatening situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The less time I have to work with, the more things I get done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When you're in love, it shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Being kind is more important than being right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- One should never say "no" to a gift from a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- One can always pray for someone when you don't have the strength to help him in some other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; No matter how serious your life requires you to be, everyone needs a friend to act goofy with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sometimes all a person needs is a hand to hold and a heart who understands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Life is like a tissue paper, The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;We should be glad God doesn't give us everything we asked for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Money doesn't buy class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It's those small daily happenings that makes life so spectacular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Under everyone's hard shell is someone who wants to be loved and appreciated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(reminds me of you Kay..;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The Lord didn't do it in one day, what makes me think I can??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thanks Len for sharing this email. This inspires me to make my own list of lessons in life. Will get to that soon..=)&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-7773663353710698240?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7773663353710698240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-things-i-definitely-should-learn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/7773663353710698240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/7773663353710698240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-things-i-definitely-should-learn.html' title='Some things I definitely SHOULD learn...'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-3819848641575165066</id><published>2009-06-27T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T06:49:02.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>I wish I could just run away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sana nga pwede na lang ako umalis. Somewhere I will be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free to decide for myself, go wherever I wanna go, do as I please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to say harsh things to hurt those we love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And afterwards you expect me to act as if nothing happened? Na parang di ako nasaktan sa lahat ng sinabi mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alam ko namang hirap kayo. Hirap din ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napapagod na ko na araw-araw na lang gigising ako ng sobrang aga, magmamadali papasok sa opisina para hindi ma-late. Only to endure the whole day having my boss remind me how incompetent I am, or how he dislike me, my officemate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s refusing to train me or explain to me how to do better with my job, treat me like some sort of an outcast because I don't matter, my work doesn't matter compared to theirs. And my closest friend at work won't bother to listen to me, she makes everything of me an excuse to talk about herself. I'm sick of my work! And come 7PM, I'm still on a rush to go home. Kailangan kasi umuwi ng maaga, ma-late lang kasi ko ng 30minutes ng uwi, nagte-text na kayo agad kung nasan ako, iniisip na naglakwatsa na naman ako. Araw-araw na lang ganito! Magmamadali papasok, magmamadali pauwi! Hindi ba pwede na paminsan-minsan i-enjoy ko din naman ang pera ko? Para mawala naman ang pagod ko? Lahat ng hinanakit ko sa opisina??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam ko din na hindi talaga ko regular na nagbibigay sa inyo. But who said that we shouldn't feel obliged to give? Who said then that just enjoy our job, give something just when you have extras? Sino ba ang nagsabi na naiintindihan nila na maliit lang sweldo ko? Kung alam ko lang na pera lang pala ang proble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ma sana sinabi mo agad. Lahat ng galit mo sakin laging sa pera nauuwi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ang ate mo kahit kakarampot ang kinikita, nagbibigay yan ng tag-500php, 1000php! Nung may trabaho pa yan, parehas lang naman kayo ng sweldo pero walang palya sa pag-abot sakin!! Yung last na sweldo nya andyan na lahat yan sa tindahan!!! Lagi mo sinasabi na wala ka pera pero lagi kang may tinatabi para sa mga laboy mo!!!..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let me just explain. I was at the Oriental Dreamers gathering last night. No entrance fee. Our transpo was even paid by Nang Joy. Ngayon eto ba yung ginagastusan kong laboy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ano bang mapapala mo sa brown org brown org na yan?? Wala ka namang mapapala dyan! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Kikita ka ba jan???!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sali kayo ng sali dyan wala naman kayong nagagawa sa bayan! Puro lang kayo salita!!!!.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I still can't believe she said these to me. All along I thought she's very supportive. I was really hurt. I thought they would all support me with this. The only thing that's making me feel important nowadays. The only thing that makes me feel I am capable of something. All along she never really approved. Sana sinabi na lang nya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Napaka-iresponsable mo! Burara ka pa!!&lt;br /&gt;Nadi-disappoint ako sayo!!??!!..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If that's how you're feeling, well, allow me to say that I am also disappointed. This is the last stroke. I won't say that I will turn my back from all my responsibilities in this family. Because I'm not irresponsible. And I'll prove to you that I am not what you think of me. If you think Ate, and all my other siblings are better than me, so be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it. I cannot make you think otherwise. Hindi ko rin ipagpipilitan ang sarili ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9G_bI.pIUZKidEA8MyjzbkF/SIG=12f6jr316/EXP=1246196521/**http%3A//zindy.zone.dk/images/drawings/mixed/such_despair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 407px;" src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9G_bI.pIUZKidEA8MyjzbkF/SIG=12f6jr316/EXP=1246196521/**http%3A//zindy.zone.dk/images/drawings/mixed/such_despair.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-3819848641575165066?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3819848641575165066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wish-i-could-just-run-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/3819848641575165066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/3819848641575165066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wish-i-could-just-run-away.html' title='I wish I could just run away'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-2064718469554299339</id><published>2009-06-25T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T19:46:32.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Jackson'/><title type='text'>End of a legend : King of pop has moved on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SkQ2XIJLs3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/BV0iJjeVNMM/s1600-h/Michael_jackson_bad_album_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351462028173882226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SkQ2XIJLs3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/BV0iJjeVNMM/s400/Michael_jackson_bad_album_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, it was a shocking news to receive so early in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At 50, Michael Jackson passed away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hayy..so sad. Hmm..I can't seem to make an appropriate tribute to him. I mean he was not in my generation and I never really knew him so well. Except for some of his music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But still, as I said, he was THE King of Pop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And that makes him a big music icon, a legend in that aspect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In line with the Beatles and elvis Presley, I think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And well,despite all the allegations about him, he's still worthy of remembering..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kudos to Michael jackson! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aND FAREWELL! &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/7019861272549428378-2064718469554299339?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2064718469554299339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/end-of-legend-king-of-pop-has-moved-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/2064718469554299339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/2064718469554299339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/end-of-legend-king-of-pop-has-moved-on.html' title='End of a legend : King of pop has moved on...'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SkQ2XIJLs3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/BV0iJjeVNMM/s72-c/Michael_jackson_bad_album_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-8132076423294347732</id><published>2009-06-10T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T04:02:43.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Manhater-ism Doubled</title><content type='html'>If my friends will be asked where can they find a certified walking manhater in this planet, all finger will be pointed to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will, quite indignantly protest that I am not! I don't hate men. I'm just cautious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often said that men are indeed a chauvinistic bunch. All men are born to collect women. All the guys I know still courts other girls even if they are already committed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except my father that &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh, that &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt;, rather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have this disillusion that my father was some sort of a saint. Except for his being a perfectionist, I never got the chance to see him making mistakes, any trait impairment of kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, was I ever wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, until now his infidelity still doesn't sink in completely. I don't know if that's the reason why I can't hold a grudge against him. Inspite of witnessing how this affects my mother,our whole family. It's really odd. But it seems like I symphatize more with my father than with my mother. I don't know. Maybe because its clear to me that when it comes to the point wherein we have to choose whom shall we go with, my father or my mother, all of us will choose to stay with my mom. And him? I don't know where he will go. And no way will I let him go with his other woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as what I told my sister, I don't care if he's not telling the truth. I will still believe him. I used to say to my friends that when my future husband do that to me, no further discussion, I will call it quits between us right then and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its different &lt;em&gt;pala&lt;/em&gt; if you're the kid. It's better to live a lie than to suffer a broken home. As much as possible, you'd want to keep the family intact. Go on like nothing's happened if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its much too different when you're the wife. Nothing will ever surmount the feeling of betrayal and cheat by the husband. I can't begin to understand how my mother is feeling. So I guess, I cannot blame her for being drunk almost everyday. For closing her doors to any explanation by my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when the wound be totally healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, considering marriage has gone to zero. Since I found out about my father's disloyalty, thinking of getting married always ends up to a scene like this. I can't shake the thought of my husband eventually having another woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can generalize that all men are womanizers, no more exemptions. Because even my saintly father is&lt;br /&gt;capable of doing just that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-8132076423294347732?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8132076423294347732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/manhater-ism-doubled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/8132076423294347732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/8132076423294347732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/manhater-ism-doubled.html' title='Manhater-ism Doubled'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-8678480520386564097</id><published>2009-06-10T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T03:05:11.742-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work Blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whining and Frustrations'/><title type='text'>Here I go again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Welcome to my flip-flop work moods. Just last monday I experienced this ultimate hate feel for my job. That I even considered resigning (big fat hairy suprise..tsktsk). Then Mau came to the rescue by making me believe I matter in this division and letting me join one of her meetings and tour me around our project. And now, here I go again. (big fat hairy surprise, part2).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm blaming Sir Bal for this flop. Well, right now, all my officemates are in the conference room, meeting about God-knows-what (I am never informed!). And here I am, taking the time off to blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was blogging/chatting peacefully and quite contentedly, when all of a sudden he asked me this question that never fails to trigger my mood wheel to start turning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ba't wala ka dun? Ba't iniwan ka ng mga officemates mo?"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh please! It's really infuriating. Can't he see that this neglection is already hurting me to the highest level?? This feeling of being the constant left-out is really taking its toll. And yet all people still ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocular site visit? project groundbreaking? launching? meetings? :: all present, me? left to man the office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's too much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Note: Don't be surprise if next week my mood will be up. Well, welcome to my flip-flop moods...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-8678480520386564097?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8678480520386564097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-i-go-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/8678480520386564097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/8678480520386564097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-i-go-again.html' title='Here I go again'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-8595037897499836035</id><published>2009-06-10T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T02:38:06.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Me through Balsky's eyes</title><content type='html'>I'm on self-reflecting mode. How does my friends see me? Is their image of me same as how I envision myself ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345628805282966578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 555px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 405px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/Si99E3f8rDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1mX9Ipsdhhg/s400/conv1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345628808600133666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 557px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 423px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/Si99FD20oCI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/y0Ao-lnaqgA/s400/conv2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345628812066682706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 559px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 454px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/Si99FQxT91I/AAAAAAAAAGY/hBNCHx4YO6s/s400/conv3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/Si99FXejcGI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DtB6NaWKACs/s1600-h/conv4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345628813867053154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 556px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 395px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/Si99FXejcGI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DtB6NaWKACs/s400/conv4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-8595037897499836035?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8595037897499836035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-through-balskys-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/8595037897499836035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/8595037897499836035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-through-balskys-eyes.html' title='Me through Balsky&apos;s eyes'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/Si99E3f8rDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1mX9Ipsdhhg/s72-c/conv1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-977413887192626210</id><published>2009-06-08T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:00:00.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Family Affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never thought this could happen in my life. An overused plot in every movies and telenovelas. I've seen it happen to celebrities, read it in the magazines, shared the pain of some friends and even relatives who suffered the same problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But not once did I thought it will happen to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My father have another woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;An ex-girlfriend it appears to be. I can't get myself to divulge any of the matters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we've discussed as a family last night. It was too too painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How does one start over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When does the healing start?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How can I look into his face again without seeing the betrayal? The pain he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;caused us too much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can one really forgive when the pain won't even be truly washed out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm turning 21 in a few days. I'm done studying. I have a job, not a job I like, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;at least I have one. I know when worse comes to worst and we need to break &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;up, I know I can handle it. It will really be painful but I can handle it. Me and my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ate can handle it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were able to spend more than two decades of our lives living a perfect life in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a perfect family. I guess we've had our share of the love and care we needed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lead the rest of our lives. We were happy for the past years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But how about our younger sister and brother? They barely finish their high &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;school years. They need now more than ever the guidance of a complete set of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a family. They'll never understand at their young age why our father did that. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;don't even want to think how this will affect their lives and their future decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm scared to think of what will happen to us. I don't want to visualize the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;options set by my mother last night. I don't want to have my family break up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My family's tearing apart in my face and I can't do a thing to stop it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oddly enough, I can't feel any hatred towards my father. Call me naive but I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;believe every word he said, and I'll continue believing every word he will say. No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;matter what that woman claims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deep inside I'm hurting to see my father cry almost breathlessly. To hear my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mother cry in anguish. She'll never forgive my father now. I know, no matter how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;much she love us, she never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's the first time I ever see them like this. We've had our fair share of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;arguments, petty quarrels, confrontations..but this one..it's too different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanted to protect them both. Protect them from continuing hurting each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to protect my siblings. The time I cried so hard last night was when I saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my brother and sister cry. See the confusion and pain in their eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How can one woman destroy 24 years of strong bond? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Were we just living a lie? Is it true what that woman says that my father never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;really love my mother? That all these 24 years he was loving this woman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm starting to think it was my fault. I never been the best daughter to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never the best sister to my siblings. I never communicated to God so fervently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been too self-centered. Focused on my own selfish problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is God punishing me now? Because I'm really sorry. I know in time I'll suffer the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;consequence of my actions. But I never thought it will be like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't want this family to separate. I want to start over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though I know, deep inside, it will never ever be the same again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-977413887192626210?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/977413887192626210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-familys-breaking-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/977413887192626210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/977413887192626210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-familys-breaking-up.html' title='Family Affair'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-188546483278800047</id><published>2009-06-07T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:15:13.548-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Three messages</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How could I felt so happy last night when all along I was bound to know this devastating truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was two months ago when my parents had this BIG confrontation. Complete with the shouting and complains, blaming each other for that mess. When in fact, to my ears, it was all so simple. I thought it will end soon. And things will turn back to normal. Two months have passed and things just got worse. They no longer talk to each other. Our house, though can still be heard of laughters, still feels empty. My father is a constant hindrance to our complete happiness. We were always weary of his moods, careful of our words and actions, because he gets mad easily, shouting at us over simple matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My parents became civil with each other. No more fighting. No more talking. They come and go our house like two strange people. Not like two people once so in love with each other, strengthening the more than two decades of marriage. Then yesterday, my sister came to me saying that our parents were talking upstairs. She didn't caught any words except these : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Sa susunod mo sakin sabihing mali ako.."&lt;/em&gt; said my mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I asked my mother when she went downstairs if they did talked. She said yes, but won't disclosed anything to me. She just said that she caught him. Caught him what?? I asked her. But she just won't explain anything. She said that what they've discussed was between the two of them only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I became suspicious. Because never once did my mother won't relate to us, her children, their problems. She always believed in transparency when it comes to family matters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That night, I saw them talking, side by side each other on the bed. So I thought, everything's ok. That they've finally straighten out their differences. Finally, we'll be able to go back to what we were. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was all in vain because just this morning, my curiosity got the best of me. When my father left this morning, I checked on his cellphone. I read his inbox..nothing. I was about to put it back when I decided to check his Sent Items. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw three sent messages that confirmed my suspicions. And I was devastated. My mind just got completely blank. And tears stareted welling down my eyes. I don't know how to react, I don't want to think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All my life I look up to my father. I boast to my friends how I have the best father in the world. Caring, thoughtful, a good provider, very kind, very honest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All of it was shattered because of those messages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How could he do this to us? How can he let it happen? Why my family? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In my mind I also can't believe how my mother's reacting. I overheard her tell my father this morning (while I was upstairs changing), to keep his cellphone. Why? Because she's afraid i'm gonna find out? why is she protecting him anyway? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe because she knew she never was the perfect wife material to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For Pete's sake they weren't sleeping in the same bed for years! And I just thouhgt it was just normal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this happening to my family? What's gonna happen to us? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know now that i'll never be able to look at my father the same way again. I don't think I can give him the respect he deserved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't think I'll be able to forget... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-188546483278800047?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/188546483278800047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/three-messages.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/188546483278800047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/188546483278800047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/three-messages.html' title='Three messages'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-452063639698891560</id><published>2009-06-03T23:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:45:20.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Daydreaming sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This weather is really bringing my blues several notches up. On a normal day it usually takes me 15 minutes to force my eyes open and another 15 minutes to sit up and start my day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now that the air is biting cold and its raining hard, time used in conditioning (more like forcing) myself to wake up and go to work has doubled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*sigh* I can just imagine my bed embracing me more, my pillow making themselves extra soft to drown me in comfortness, the distant pitter-patter of the rain outside lulling me to sleep again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh how I long to be in bed right now, with a good book in hand. I'll just make myself a really sweet cup of hot choco, cuddle my pillows, and cover me with comforter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh, sleep-sleep, why are you tempting me like this? Stop yawn, you're not helping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...Zzzzzzz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-452063639698891560?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/452063639698891560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/daydreaming-sleep_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/452063639698891560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/452063639698891560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/daydreaming-sleep_03.html' title='Daydreaming sleep'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-517471305628226428</id><published>2009-06-02T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T04:06:24.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work Blues'/><title type='text'>Gushing Gratitude..thanks Pan! :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I group-emailed some of my friends yesterday to share with them my misery here because I can't seem to talk to anyone of them on YM. Seems like all of them were busy unlike me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was me feeling so miserable with work yesterday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey busy kayo? Hay..wala kasi ko makausap. I just feel so miserable again. One of those work blues siguro. I'm just tired of doing these things. Na wala naman akong na-aaccomplish talaga. I feel so useless and neglected. I'm so tired of this company pero wala namang nag-rerespond sa mga ina-applyan ko &lt;very&gt;. Lagi na lang the vacancy has been filled or you're not the person we're looking for right now. Hayy! Feeling ko super rusty na ng brain ko from not being allowed to function for 11 months. *sigh* Sabi ko nga sa officemate ko kung ito lang pala ang trabahong mabibigay nila sakin, they might as well hire a highschool graduate. Not a degree holder. I just feel like I'm wasting my time here. I gave it siguro 20 chances na. Pero I'm just not happy. Hay naku maz, I know I told you I'll give it a month. Just bear with me for now, hindi ko lang kasi kaya na naman. Feeling ko magwawala ako pag di ko to nailabas..*peace Alam mo yung feeling na you've stayed in one place for several months , made friends with everybody, yet it seems you still don't belong. Na lumipas yung 11months ng wala akong natutunan. I don't even feel like myself anymore. Hindi na ako yung driven and idealistic worker that I think I was before. Yun lang, I feel like I'm losing myself here. And I wanted the old me back..:-(  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Xenxa po, la lang talaga ko maka-usap..hayy&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;And this is Pan's reply to my gripes :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is nothing wrong with trying to make it work. You did great! You were courageous to give it another try for countless times. Like what you told me, some things are never meant to last. If this is not meant for you, gather up all your strengths and faith to move out and face the outside world with a smile.  Place yourself as your priority. Do things that will make you happy. If one thing just keeps holding you back, let go. You don't have to sacrifice your happiness for something that is unsure in our life.Everything will be fine, in due time. I always think that way.Everything has its place and that place will have everything that youneed to feel happy and contented.&lt;br /&gt;Tho it sounds like I'm emoting, I think these apply to you too. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks Pan! Just when I thought nothing will make me smile, this email did..=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-517471305628226428?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/517471305628226428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/gushing-gratitudethanks-pan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/517471305628226428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/517471305628226428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/gushing-gratitudethanks-pan.html' title='Gushing Gratitude..thanks Pan! :-)'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-7433461231494676824</id><published>2009-06-01T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:46:17.389-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work Blues'/><title type='text'>Desperately seeking motivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look, I'm not saying that I'm carrying in my back all the burden in the world and neither am I claiming that I'm the unhappiest and the most unlucky person on earth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm just unhappy with the way things are going on for me here at work. Unsatisfied because it limits me. Because i'm not doing anything that will require me to think. I'm miserable because I'm losing myself in here. I'm desperate because I miss the old me. And I want it back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now here comes an email from a friend (whom I've confided with all my frustrations all this time) saying that I should consider myself lucky compared to the sufferings experienced by some unfortunate people in China and Africa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know for sure that they suffer greatly and my problem is incomparable to them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But hello? In the first place, should they be compared? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't think so. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know that she sent me that email to provide me with a perspective that despite my worries, I can still consider myself fortunate. Fortunate to have a job despite the recession. Maybe her purpose is to somehow lift my spirits or whatever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But apparently I'm not. It just pisses me off.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know I'm bitching..so sue me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No amount of encouragement and motivation, I think, will ever make me feel better. I'm just so so miserable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please God, help me with this. 11 months of literally dragging myself to work is taking its toll. I just can't take this anymore..=(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-7433461231494676824?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7433461231494676824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/desperately-seeking-motivation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/7433461231494676824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/7433461231494676824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/desperately-seeking-motivation.html' title='Desperately seeking motivation'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-1321746355687945347</id><published>2009-05-31T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:59:10.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Premature Aging II</title><content type='html'>Is it the mirror or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did take a good look of myself in the mirror when we went to Watson's after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my golly! I look hideous!! huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puffy eyes with large eyebags that looks like black pouches, dry and old skin (and full of impurities!), dry hair..&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do look like a hag..haysst!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting a new project now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major Make-over: Make me look like my age or younger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-1321746355687945347?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1321746355687945347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/premature-aging-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/1321746355687945347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/1321746355687945347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/premature-aging-ii.html' title='Premature Aging II'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-4590824101130620193</id><published>2009-05-31T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:41:53.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whining and Frustrations'/><title type='text'>Premature Aging</title><content type='html'>There. Now I know. And I shall begin to understand. Now that someone already say it to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't look my age. I look 10 years older than 20.. Waah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why every one calls me "ate"..huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..is it my everyday outfit? or my built? or my facial features?? or maybe because I look tired and serious all the time??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think all this time I only thought it to be maturity. Duh! It's not maturity..its AGING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about premature aging..*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should take a good look of myself in front of the mirror. Analyze myself and look for ways to make me look younger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean how can I enjoy my youth if I don't look like it???!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-4590824101130620193?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4590824101130620193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/premature-aging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/4590824101130620193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/4590824101130620193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/premature-aging.html' title='Premature Aging'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-9176715314578232102</id><published>2009-05-31T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T04:33:05.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insights'/><title type='text'>Hard-earned Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know. I know. I should be posting my thoughts here regularly. But well, I guess things have been outright busy. Anyway, so much things has happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I finished a book at Powerbooks (without having the need to pay! heehee), my family's had a confrontation ending to our present situation where my mom and dad decided to just be civil with each other (but I do hope we'll be able to go back to how we were then, this house seems to be empty without our constant laughter and talks). Oddly, I miss my dad though he's always around the house. I almost gave up with my work, attended the oriental series (organized by brownraise org), and decided to give my job a chance..AGAIN (thanks to the insights provided by the talk). I decided I wanted to go back to school and pursue Asian Studies (in Diliman, of course). It's my way of living up to Rizal's legacy to never stop learning. Well, just to realize its too late for me to enroll for the coming semester (like I have the money to enroll anyway..hehe). So what I do? I registered at an online language tutorial (http://www.livemocha.com) and teach myself how to speak Korean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There. I summarized all the happenings for the past weeks since I last logged in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;It was indeed a rough ride. Life's been tough. But life, as I realized, along with the waves embeds a certain mark of maturity and lessons. Marks we'll never be able to achieve from a smooth-sailing ride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I learned to :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- SAVE - always prepare for a rainy day. Or a storm. No one knows when it'll come. And its                 good to know where your hard-earned money goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- ORGANIZE - Aside form the big 3 things I never leave the house with (wallet, ID, and                                 cellphone), I now add my planner and a handy notebook with me EVERYDAY. It                     keeps me focused. And since I daydream and think a LOT, it helps me keep                             track of my ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- be PROACTIVE - I now am planning for my future. So I'm partnering with fellow                 &lt;br /&gt;                          business-minded friends in coming up with the perfect business plan. Do                               hope we'll be successful *fingers-crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Annyong Hi Kye Se Yo!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7019861272549428378-9176715314578232102?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9176715314578232102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/hard-earned-lessons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/9176715314578232102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/9176715314578232102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/hard-earned-lessons.html' title='Hard-earned Lessons'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-4505951430862095964</id><published>2009-05-20T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T16:52:00.383-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>What's with LAW anyway?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why is it that everyone I know seems to consider taking up law after college? First izay, now its peeg. And some batchmates I know are planning to take up law as well this coming semester. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And now I'm thinking: Why haven't I given it a thought? And there's this awkward feeling of jealousy..again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shucks! Why is it that when someone I know seems to have a complete control of their life I get envious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, apparently its because up to now I still don't have a clear vision of what I wanted to do. And everyone's plan is better than mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At least ANY plan is better than NO PLAN AT ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So hello?? Can someone please enlighten me on how to steer my life towards the right direction? And not to continue enjoying this joyride to nowhere?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-4505951430862095964?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4505951430862095964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-with-law-anyway_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/4505951430862095964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/4505951430862095964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-with-law-anyway_20.html' title='What&apos;s with LAW anyway?'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-5228263195492144465</id><published>2009-05-18T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T04:48:21.705-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work Blues'/><title type='text'>Eton Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;How many times have i told myself to try to be more positive about my work? to embrace what I'm doing and make the most out of it. Try to learn everything because maybe, just maybe.. I'll eventually learn to love this job and everything about it. I tried cheering myself up so I'll have some drive to go to work, organize my mind- path so things will just flow smoothly once I set my foot here.It was all in vain, because after a week or a few days i'll start feeling this weathering work blues again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fact is, I hate this job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I graduated I admit I had no clear vision on what path I would take. No particular industry I would want to pursue. So I settled on the first job that will take me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I know was that I wanted to do marketing. And I still do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to learn how things are done in the corporate world. Learn more about my craft. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bottom line is, I wanted to learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And apparently, Eton is not giving me that.I mean, I guess I can accept this lowly job with ease if only they'll teach me something. Despite being constantly neglected by everybody in my department, especially by my boss, inspite of the low salary, long working hours, I believe I can put up with that as long as I'm learning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only consolation I'm getting here is that there's a comfort room at the far-end of the hallway outside the office. The last cubicle there serves as my sanctuary of tears whenever i needed it, my only loyal friend here. It's my only witness how I suffer emotionally here. The only place I can cry my eyes out. Where I can pour my frustrations to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How pitiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope I never have to visit it again. Never will I cry because of work again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dear God, help me appreciate this. It's the only job I have now. And you know how hard it is to find another one at times like this. Please, please, make me love this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-5228263195492144465?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5228263195492144465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/eton-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/5228263195492144465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/5228263195492144465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/eton-blues.html' title='Eton Blues'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-818769000980003532</id><published>2009-05-09T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T05:24:10.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Para kay B (and a glimpse of my love story)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Me quota ang pag-ibig. Sa bawat limang umiibig, isa lang ang magiging maligaya. Ang iba, iibig sa di sila iniibig. O iibig nang di natututo. O iibig sa wala. O di iibig kailanman.. - PARA KAY B"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's a quota in loving. Of the five people who will love, only one will be truly happy. Others, will love those who'll never love them back. Or love without learning. Or love nothing. Or will never love at all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the rather infamous quote from this literary piece by Ricky Lee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let's consider that his theory does holds true. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Who am I among these five?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I admit I am one of those people who have never experienced how it is to be in love. Yeah, a true blue NBSB (read : No Boyfriend Since Birth). At my age, people won't believe me when I told them that. And I usually steer myself away from that discussion. A string of questions just always follows. Questions even I can't seem to answer. Questions I too ask myself at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I was young, a guy broke my heart. He was THE ideal boyfriend of anyone's teenage years. A basketball star, blessed with good looks and a gentleman personality, all brawns and brains. A certified heartthrob. There's one glitch though, he was some kind of a womanizer. Well, make that a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But you know how girls are, the more bad boy a guy be, the more attractive he appears in our eyes. Its like we wanted to be the one to capture his heart and tame his wild persona. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I fell for him. Because then, I was a plain girl, who excel some in academics, but really shy and more like a wall flower. Like the lowly production assistant amongst the movie stars. See? Of all the gorgeous girls in my class, girls whose going gaga over him, he decided he'll take me instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Little did I know he'll soon break my heart. That he'll choose another girl. A girl who turned out to be one of my best friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, what's done is done. And it surprised me how easily I got over him. Realized it was my pride he'd hurt, not my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But funny though it is, I can't seem to lose the wall I put as protection around my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't get this all wrong, I do fall for some guys after him. It's not like I let myself turn into a monk or something. But I can't seem to take anymore chances. When I'm on the verge of saying "yes", something always holds me back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So at my age, I have never truly loved anyone. Nor give anyone a chance to really love me. And at this point, no one seems to be getting close to taking down THE wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey! Hey! Does that mean I belong to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"or will love nothing" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or worse.. those who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"will never love at all"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-818769000980003532?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/818769000980003532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/para-kay-b-and-glimpse-of-my-love-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/818769000980003532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/818769000980003532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/para-kay-b-and-glimpse-of-my-love-story.html' title='Para kay B (and a glimpse of my love story)'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-7225566454448654539</id><published>2009-05-05T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T02:50:06.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>25 Random Things</title><content type='html'>1.) Extremely bored with work (that at the end of the day, people here in the office are breathing in carbon dioxide because I exhale too much..*sigh)&lt;br /&gt;2.) Can watch Doraemon and Spongebob squarepants the whole day without interruption&lt;br /&gt;3.) Never learned how to ride a bicycle&lt;br /&gt;4.) Hates the color pink&lt;br /&gt;5.) Loves to sing but never in front of an audience&lt;br /&gt;6.) Is now on her heaviest weight..huhu&lt;br /&gt;7.) Addicted to Fit 'n Right (pine orange and pineapple..hehe)&lt;br /&gt;8.) An out-door person and loves exploring different places&lt;br /&gt;9.) A water-person but not exactly a good swimmer&lt;br /&gt;10.) Greatest fear is rejection&lt;br /&gt;11.) A certified nationalista! :-)&lt;br /&gt;12.) Wants to be a member of the brown raise org, AHON foundation and Haribon Foundation&lt;br /&gt;13.) Easily swayed by gentlemanly gestures&lt;br /&gt;14.) Dream odd-job is to be a MRT Train operator&lt;br /&gt;15.) don't know how to cook&lt;br /&gt;16.) loves carbonara so much!&lt;br /&gt;17.) and any dish with red sauce..~_^&lt;br /&gt;18.) greatest fear is rejection and being humiliated in front of many people&lt;br /&gt;19.) i can only eat alone when around people i don't know or in a place where nobody knows me (e.g. in foodcourts, restauraurant; never can i be seen eating alone in office cafeteria, etc...)&lt;br /&gt;20.) i love watermelon and pineapple&lt;br /&gt;21.) had always been one of the tallest girl in her class&lt;br /&gt;22.) NBSB (No-Boyfriend-Since-Birth member&lt;br /&gt;23.) quite irritatingly opinionated in almost all things&lt;br /&gt;24.) took me 4 days just to finish this post!&lt;br /&gt;25.) stagnant, frustrated, neglected : 3 words to describe myself today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waah!!! I'm so bored!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-7225566454448654539?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7225566454448654539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/25-random-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/7225566454448654539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/7225566454448654539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/25-random-things.html' title='25 Random Things'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-2703344535134667063</id><published>2009-04-28T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T07:40:45.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goals'/><title type='text'>2009 Goals</title><content type='html'>I was struck with insight tonight. I've fallen asleep on the way home while gazillion things occupy my mind. Upon waking up, I realized why I have lots of things I'm aiming to accomplish yet none of it seems to be happening. I remember that goals should be "smart" (yey! thanks to Sir Rog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                S   -   specific&lt;br /&gt;                                M  -  measurable&lt;br /&gt;                                A   -  attainable&lt;br /&gt;                                R    -  realistic&lt;br /&gt;                                T   -  timely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to re-visit my mind of all those things I wish to achieve and identify which is a priority. I succeeded to name my Top 5 and so, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            1.) Pass the civil service exam&lt;br /&gt;            2.) Have at least Php 30,000.00 in my bank account&lt;br /&gt;            3.) Get my drivers license&lt;br /&gt;            4.) Start my own business or partner with other MMG or with my Ate&lt;br /&gt;            5.) Go out of town with my family for vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..I guess all the rest are easy except #2. With my basic pay with Eton, it will be close to impossible. So I guess I really need to work on my #4..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my life is starting to shape-up. May God give me discipline to accomplish all these..:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-2703344535134667063?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2703344535134667063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/2009-goals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/2703344535134667063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/2703344535134667063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/2009-goals.html' title='2009 Goals'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-4993215317487611412</id><published>2009-04-25T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:21:10.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Missing my cousins</title><content type='html'>Its a sleepy hot afternoon but I don't feel like napping. It made me realize how quiet this house is without the usual buzz of my younger siblings (they're left at the bicol vacationing, lucky them!) and the adorable shrieks and giggles of my baby cousins.. Oohh..I totally miss them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfP2dKcyrsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-V-U7Z19Ebc/s1600-h/CIMG1501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfP2dKcyrsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-V-U7Z19Ebc/s320/CIMG1501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328873764991184578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING : Love for the camera runs in the family.. *wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfP3c5yUgUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0qLfSumhy08/s1600-h/CIMG1410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfP3c5yUgUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0qLfSumhy08/s200/CIMG1410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328874860029706562" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfP3cxpo5gI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FzZD7zIEgkc/s1600-h/CIMG1408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfP3cxpo5gI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FzZD7zIEgkc/s200/CIMG1408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328874857845810690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Macho Men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfP5Ep0EucI/AAAAAAAAAEU/p9-6IT7i-8s/s1600-h/CIMG1440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfP5Ep0EucI/AAAAAAAAAEU/p9-6IT7i-8s/s200/CIMG1440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328876642448488898" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfP5EfX3DZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/apeD-Rt26KE/s1600-h/CIMG1437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfP5EfX3DZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/apeD-Rt26KE/s200/CIMG1437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328876639645797778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ooops...what's with this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfP6oSJQ9cI/AAAAAAAAAEk/wJxfQpStW_M/s1600-h/CIMG1585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfP6oSJQ9cI/AAAAAAAAAEk/wJxfQpStW_M/s200/CIMG1585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328878354081838530" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfP6oHLlcAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/K6nNLtrOw80/s1600-h/CIMG1583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfP6oHLlcAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/K6nNLtrOw80/s200/CIMG1583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328878351138779138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hardworking call center cuties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfP7jzVueyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Lwg8zVJSC40/s1600-h/CIMG1676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfP7jzVueyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Lwg8zVJSC40/s200/CIMG1676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328879376604756770" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfP7jiE7ARI/AAAAAAAAAEs/syA2fCBg-PA/s1600-h/CIMG1815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfP7jiE7ARI/AAAAAAAAAEs/syA2fCBg-PA/s200/CIMG1815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328879371970871570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drama princes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfP8PtnUI6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/mnXqnhk0ibk/s1600-h/CIMG1653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfP8PtnUI6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/mnXqnhk0ibk/s200/CIMG1653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328880130982159266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mwah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bonding time..:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfP_FN0ggHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0jlo5wwp8NQ/s1600-h/CIMG1978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfP_FN0ggHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0jlo5wwp8NQ/s200/CIMG1978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328883249183752306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mama, Bitoy, and Me doing the underrated PEACE sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfP_E1zpjXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/tdKuzfWIQb4/s1600-h/CIMG1990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfP_E1zpjXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/tdKuzfWIQb4/s200/CIMG1990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328883242737700210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ate Mae and Biboy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfP_E1zpjXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/tdKuzfWIQb4/s1600-h/CIMG1990.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfP_EgdmRsI/AAAAAAAAAFM/89XdxcuYeIw/s1600-h/CIMG1944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfP_EgdmRsI/AAAAAAAAAFM/89XdxcuYeIw/s200/CIMG1944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328883237008066242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfP_E1zpjXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/tdKuzfWIQb4/s1600-h/CIMG1990.JPG"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guess what we're doing..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfP_ER9zAsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Cw6TUcaq26g/s1600-h/CIMG1937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfP_ER9zAsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Cw6TUcaq26g/s200/CIMG1937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328883233116586690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let me share this video of them two..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KAKA-GIGIL!!!! &lt;/span&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9c7037c188372369" 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://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9c7037c188372369%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331213833%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7AC826AE1538CBD2BAA0E034BB02ECC49897A9A8.7FE18DBBA56ACD737A156AA1E87BDC2DE104C273%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9c7037c188372369%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBGBXTT_NcPjIlS0MGgMfdr6Nlq8&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://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9c7037c188372369%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331213833%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7AC826AE1538CBD2BAA0E034BB02ECC49897A9A8.7FE18DBBA56ACD737A156AA1E87BDC2DE104C273%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9c7037c188372369%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBGBXTT_NcPjIlS0MGgMfdr6Nlq8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aren't they the cutest? Miss them so much...:-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-4993215317487611412?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9c7037c188372369&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4993215317487611412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/missing-my-cousins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/4993215317487611412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/4993215317487611412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/missing-my-cousins.html' title='Missing my cousins'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfP2dKcyrsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-V-U7Z19Ebc/s72-c/CIMG1501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-8425146976402193649</id><published>2009-04-24T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:27:41.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exploring'/><title type='text'>CamSur Trip : Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black Saturday : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Time for some fun under the Sun and the Beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKZ7hJ084I/AAAAAAAAACE/U0QRIGS_8W8/s1600-h/1_234232739l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKZ7hJ084I/AAAAAAAAACE/U0QRIGS_8W8/s320/1_234232739l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328490556923638658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CamSur Watersports Complex (CWC) is the brainchild of Camarines Sur governor, LRay Villafuerte. It's for those people who seeks water fun and adventure. It houses two man-made lake, one is the Lago Del Rey (where this photo was taken) and the other for wake-boarding sport (which this summer haven is most famous for). It's located at the town of Pili, only 20 minutes away from Naga City, at the back of the provincial capitol. What I truly love about this place is the majestic view of Mt. Isarog, just take a look of that pic..;-)&lt;br /&gt;&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/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKcuvY0kcI/AAAAAAAAACM/533d_RPitMg/s1600-h/1_602550763l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKcuvY0kcI/AAAAAAAAACM/533d_RPitMg/s320/1_602550763l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328493635941208514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cabana #17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rented this cozy cabana for only Php1,350.00, only walking distance from the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKen4YbB6I/AAAAAAAAACk/6LtQAM7xdxY/s1600-h/1_562340433l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKen4YbB6I/AAAAAAAAACk/6LtQAM7xdxY/s320/1_562340433l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328495717119625122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKeIOxFt6I/AAAAAAAAACU/ZDvzJRVwaSw/s1600-h/1_108080976l.jpg"&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKe06OmGGI/AAAAAAAAACs/yyjDR7yOqIA/s1600-h/1_108080976l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKe06OmGGI/AAAAAAAAACs/yyjDR7yOqIA/s320/1_108080976l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328495940953577570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is me on our room, hehe..quite messy..tsktsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's a good bargain actually, twin-size beds, airconditioned, hot n' cold shower, plus 24 hours cable TV access..yeebah! Once you avail of any accommodation at the Villa, you're allowed to swim at the pool (near the restaurant and the lake for wakeboarding) for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKjNv4nClI/AAAAAAAAADk/CAhFIK0e2uY/s1600-h/1_505467064l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKjNv4nClI/AAAAAAAAADk/CAhFIK0e2uY/s320/1_505467064l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328500765720250962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Cabanas during the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights really brings out more drama to the cozy houses, doesn't it? Hmm..a romantic stroll along these paths perhaps?? *sigh. Though, no summer flings in sight, we're determined to have lots'a fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Lago del Rey, soaking up the sun and the water-feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKf19i-M2I/AAAAAAAAADM/W3VDbljZkhM/s1600-h/1_886613560l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKf19i-M2I/AAAAAAAAADM/W3VDbljZkhM/s320/1_886613560l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328497058535846754" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKf1jtjp1I/AAAAAAAAADE/aDEu7nTgf3M/s1600-h/1_809371085l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKf1jtjp1I/AAAAAAAAADE/aDEu7nTgf3M/s320/1_809371085l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328497051600922450" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKf1jtjp1I/AAAAAAAAADE/aDEu7nTgf3M/s1600-h/1_809371085l.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKf1gdY45I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kExctUeqalg/s1600-h/1_425359951l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKf1gdY45I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kExctUeqalg/s320/1_425359951l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328497050727801746" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKf1dgdpSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pLwNuHVNoHM/s1600-h/1_294477230l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKf1dgdpSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pLwNuHVNoHM/s320/1_294477230l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328497049935389986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love it here! Obvious ba? hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKhxtm21OI/AAAAAAAAADU/tLYs55FpNVk/s1600-h/1_369512710l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKhxtm21OI/AAAAAAAAADU/tLYs55FpNVk/s320/1_369512710l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328499184560952546" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKhxsezDuI/AAAAAAAAADc/HSi3BEB2tXE/s1600-h/1_954760568l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKhxsezDuI/AAAAAAAAADc/HSi3BEB2tXE/s320/1_954760568l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328499184258715362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vangie and Judy is now a certified CWC fan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I would have enjoyed it more if MMG were there..huhu Missed you there Izay and Macy. Next escapade, we shall all be there!&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/7019861272549428378-8425146976402193649?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8425146976402193649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/camsur-trip-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/8425146976402193649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/8425146976402193649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/camsur-trip-part-2.html' title='CamSur Trip : Part 2'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKZ7hJ084I/AAAAAAAAACE/U0QRIGS_8W8/s72-c/1_234232739l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-6101280906217759860</id><published>2009-04-24T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:01:55.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exploring'/><title type='text'>CamSur Trip : Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Holy Week Escapade:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's make this summer kick-off a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKRl3VBzJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jJpdDGtQ8vs/s1600-h/1_690391516l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKRl3VBzJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jJpdDGtQ8vs/s320/1_690391516l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328481388826053778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Maundy Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; : Vangie arrived at the Bus Terminal at exactly 7:30 PM, about 4 hours late &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;from the original plan. So instead of going straight to Camsur Watersports Complex, I decided that we go home first to Tinambac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Good Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Now probably the most important tip I can give when having an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; out-of-town trip is, MAKE A RESERVATION! Unfortunately one thing I forgot to make. We arrived at CamSur Watersports Complex only to find out that they are fully booked for the day. We changed plans and decided to find a place to stay at Naga City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKSLGA4c_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/epBH4FCiJY4/s1600-h/1_131133521l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKSLGA4c_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/epBH4FCiJY4/s320/1_131133521l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328482028423246834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Duh! heehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKSLLoyVXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6oofGiigpFk/s1600-h/1_329377172l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKSLLoyVXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6oofGiigpFk/s320/1_329377172l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328482029932795250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enjoying the luxury of Crowne Hotel&lt;/span&gt; (and damn I did, I paid Php1,350.00 for this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKSK410TNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9gN_5Ek7GRI/s1600-h/1_883231653l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKSK410TNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9gN_5Ek7GRI/s320/1_883231653l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328482024887176402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Happy and ready to rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Now though we really intend to have fun at this trip, we did not forget that it's still holy week so we had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Bisita Iglesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; at some of the churches around the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKTMEE5zuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LnZEDvOsG1M/s1600-h/1_682458563l.jpg"&gt;               &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKTMEE5zuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LnZEDvOsG1M/s1600-h/1_682458563l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKTMEE5zuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LnZEDvOsG1M/s200/1_682458563l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328483144594738914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKTMZcY46I/AAAAAAAAABE/8VgcQmmxWiY/s1600-h/1_538209225l.jpg"&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKTMZcY46I/AAAAAAAAABE/8VgcQmmxWiY/s1600-h/1_538209225l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKTMZcY46I/AAAAAAAAABE/8VgcQmmxWiY/s200/1_538209225l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328483150330389410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKTMOjtq0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/EMAZpbSm9j8/s1600-h/1_627435299l.jpg"&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKTMOjtq0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/EMAZpbSm9j8/s1600-h/1_627435299l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKTMOjtq0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/EMAZpbSm9j8/s200/1_627435299l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328483147408321346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Naga  City Cathedral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;We also paid homage to the prestigious institution of Ateneo de Naga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKUOaax51I/AAAAAAAAABM/IHeKeCcqpJY/s1600-h/1_103722488l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKUOaax51I/AAAAAAAAABM/IHeKeCcqpJY/s200/1_103722488l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328484284463441746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKUOaax51I/AAAAAAAAABM/IHeKeCcqpJY/s1600-h/1_103722488l.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ateneo de Naga University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKVyOY-IiI/AAAAAAAAABc/GgYVDzQsT34/s1600-h/1_668710631l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKVyOY-IiI/AAAAAAAAABc/GgYVDzQsT34/s200/1_668710631l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328485999221547554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Pieta in its glory (still inside the campus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKU6FWfstI/AAAAAAAAABU/rXpEzw4H-is/s1600-h/1_187574856l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKU6FWfstI/AAAAAAAAABU/rXpEzw4H-is/s200/1_187574856l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328485034722570962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As if I'm Mary Magdalene..heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back at the hotel . . .(still the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;camera shy-pips &lt;/span&gt;that we are..tsktsk). Hindi pa rin nagbago, MMG pa rin..hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKXkJW716I/AAAAAAAAAB8/IZRHExOIr1w/s1600-h/1_981239629l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKXkJW716I/AAAAAAAAAB8/IZRHExOIr1w/s200/1_981239629l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328487956375918498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKXkFolgVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/subX_w_UKa0/s1600-h/1_619727029l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKXkFolgVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/subX_w_UKa0/s200/1_619727029l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328487955376210258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKXkOKvAJI/AAAAAAAAABs/8cFhnimUfvg/s1600-h/1_425258303l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKXkOKvAJI/AAAAAAAAABs/8cFhnimUfvg/s200/1_425258303l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328487957666922642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKXjwpHLQI/AAAAAAAAABk/vWOULT476q4/s1600-h/1_696764007l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKXjwpHLQI/AAAAAAAAABk/vWOULT476q4/s200/1_696764007l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328487949741272322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last photo shoots before dozing off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued. . .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7019861272549428378-6101280906217759860?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6101280906217759860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/camsur-trip-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/6101280906217759860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/6101280906217759860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/camsur-trip-part-1.html' title='CamSur Trip : Part 1'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfKRl3VBzJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jJpdDGtQ8vs/s72-c/1_690391516l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-1362453816444135212</id><published>2009-04-06T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T04:48:17.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andoy'/><title type='text'>ANDOY - a story of faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last Sunday, the priest shared a very inspiring story of faith that really touched me. It goes straight to my heart since my faith haven't been that iron-strong this past few weeks. I wanted to blog this but my memory's not that good in recalling the whole story so I tried searching for it in the net. Luckily I found something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This story will forever remind me how to keep my faith in God above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Somewhere in Milaor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st2:place&gt;&lt;st2:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Camarines   Sur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st2:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st2:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Philippines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st2:country-region&gt;&lt;/st2:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; there lived a fourth grader boy named Andoy who would follow this route to school everyday. He has to cross the rugged plains and cross the dangerous highway where vehicles are recklessly driving to and from. Once passed this highway, the boy would take a short cut by passing by the Church every morning just to say Hi to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;, and faithfully say his, "Magandang umaga po" in Bicol dialect. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;A Priest, who was so happy to find innocence so uplifting in the morning, was faithfully watching the boy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st2:personname&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Kamusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Andoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;/st2:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;! Papasok ka na?" &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Opo padre..." He would flash his innocent grin, the priest would be touched.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The priest was so concerned that one day he talked to Andoy, "From school...", he advised "do not cross the highway, you can pass through the Church and I can accompany you to the other side of the road... that way I can see that you are home safe. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;"Thank you father." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;"Why don't you go home? Why do you stay in this Church right after school?" &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;"I just want to say "Hi" to my friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;,"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;The priest would leave the boy to spend time beside the altar, talking by himself, but the priest hid behind the altar to listen to what this boy has to say to his heavenly FATHER.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"You know my math exam was pretty bad today, but I did not cheat - although my seatmate is bullying me for notes ... I ate one cracker and drank my water, Itay had a bad season and all I can eat is this cracker. Thank you for this! I saw a poor kitten that was hungry and I know how he feels so I gave my last cracker to him ... funny but I am not that hungry. Look, this is my last pair of slippers ... I may have to walk barefooted next week .... you see this is about to be broken. But it is okay at least I am still going to school ... some says we will have a hard season this year and some of my classmates have already stopped going to school. Please help them get back to school again, please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;? ... Oh, you know, Inay had hit me again, it is painful, but I&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;know this pain will pass away, at least I still have a mother ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;, you want to see my bruises? I know you can heal them ...here... here and....oh ... blood ... I guess you knew about this one huh? Please don't be mad at Inay. She is just tired and she worries for the food in our table and my schooling that is why she hits us ... Oh, I think I am in love ... there's this pretty girl in my class, her name is Anita ... do you think she will like me? Anyway, at least I know you will always like me, I don't have to be anybody just to please you, you are my very best friend! Hey your birthday is two months from now! Aren't you excited? I am! Wait till you see my gift for you.... But it is a surprise! I hope you will like it! Oops, I have to go..." then he stood up and calls out,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;"Padre, padre, I am finished talking to my friend. You can accompany me to the other side of the road now"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Everyday this routine happens without fail for Andoy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st2:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Father &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Agaton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;/st2:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; shares this every Sunday to the people in his church because he has not seen a very pure faith and trust in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;, a very positive look at negative situations.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;One Christmas day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st2:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Father  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Agaton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;/st2:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; was sick so he could not make it to Church, he was sent to the hospital. The Church was left to 4 manangs who would chant the rosary in 1000 miles per hour would not smile and always find fault in what you do. They are also very well versed in cursing if you irritate them! They were kneeling, saying their kilometric rosary when Andoy, coming from his Christmas party, playfully dashed in, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;"Hello &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;! I. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;"P----! (a curse) bata ka! Alam mo nang may nagdadasal dito! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Alis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;!" &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Poor Andoy was so terrified, "Where's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st2:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Father  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Agaton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;/st2:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;? He is supposed to help me cross the street.... And to be able to cross the street I will have to pass by this church ...not only that, I have to greet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;. Today is His birthday and I have a gift right here.... Just as he was about to get the gift out of his shirt, one manang pulled his shirt and threw him out of the church. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;"Susmaryosep! (does a sign of the cross fervently) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Alis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; kang bata ka, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; hindi matatamaan ka!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So the boy had no choice but to cross the dangerous side of the road in front of the church. He crossed. There was a blind curve. A fast moving bus came in. The boy was protecting his gift inside his shirt, so he was not looking. There was so little time. The bus hit Andoy and he died on the spot. A lot of people crowded the lifeless body of the young boy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Then suddenly, out of nowhere a tall man wearing a white shirt and pants, a face so mild and gentle, but with eyes full of tears. He came and lifted the boy in&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;his arms and he was crying. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;The curious bystanders nudged the man in white, and asked, "Excuse me sir, are you related to this child? Do you know this child?" &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;The man, his face mourning and in agony answered, "He was my best friend." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;He took the badly wrapped gift in the bloody chest of Andoy and placed it near his heart. He stood up and carried the boy away and they both disappeared in sight. The crowd was bewildered.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The next day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st2:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Father  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Agaton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;/st2:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; learned of the shocking news. He immediately&lt;br /&gt;visited Andoy's house and wanted to learn more about the man in white. He asked Andoy's parents. "Do you know the man who took Andoy?" &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;"A man in white brought him here." sobbed the mother. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;"What did he say?" &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The father answered, "He did not say anything. He was mourning. We do not know him and yet he was very lonely at our son's death as if he knew our son very well. There was something peaceful and unexplainable about him. He brought my son home and then he smiled gently. He rubbed Andoy's hair away from his face and kissed him on his forehead. Then he whispered something to Andoy."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;"What did he say?", asked the priest. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The father began, "He said to my son..."Thank you for the gift .... I will see you soon... you will be with me forever..." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Andoy's father continued, "You know for a while, I felt so wonderful. I cried, but I do not know why. All I know is that I cried tears of joy. I could not explain it father. When that man left, something peaceful came over me. I felt a deep sense of love inside. I could not explain the joy in my heart. I knew my boy is in heaven now ... but ... tell me father, who is this man that my son talks to everyday in your church. You should know because you are always there... except on the time of his death."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st2:personname style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Father  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Agaton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;/st2:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:12;" &gt; suddenly felt the tears welling in his eyes, with trembling knees, he murmured, "He was talking to no one.... but....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:givenname style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;JESUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; font-family: times new roman; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Source : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite&gt;home.catholicweb.com/sanjoseparish/files/Inspirational_Stories/A_long_but_&lt;wbr&gt;touching_story_of.do&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; font-family: times new roman; text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-1362453816444135212?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1362453816444135212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/andoy-story-of-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/1362453816444135212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/1362453816444135212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/andoy-story-of-faith.html' title='ANDOY - a story of faith'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-892103023095567547</id><published>2009-03-29T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T05:33:00.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camsur Trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Itinerary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>My CamsuR (and side trips) Itinerary</title><content type='html'>&lt;table str="" style="border-collapse: collapse; width: 504px; height: 1872px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;col style="width: 86pt;" width="115"&gt;  &lt;col style="width: 61pt;" width="81"&gt;  &lt;col style="width: 56pt;" width="75"&gt;  &lt;col style="width: 76pt;" width="101"&gt;  &lt;col style="width: 5pt;" width="7"&gt;  &lt;col style="width: 61pt;" width="81"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl22" colspan="3" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 203pt; font-weight: bold;" height="17" width="271"&gt;Camsur Watersports Complex CWC&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28" style="width: 76pt;" width="101"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="width: 5pt;" width="7"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="width: 61pt;" width="81"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td colspan="2" style="height: 12.75pt; font-weight: bold;" height="17"&gt;Pili,   Camarines Sur&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl23" colspan="2" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;CAMSUR   ITINERARY :&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl22" colspan="2" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Day   0 : April 7, 2009&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;AM&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;3:00 – 1:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" colspan="2" style=""&gt;Travel to Tinambac&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;PM&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;1:00 - 2:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;Lunch&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl35" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;2:00 - 9:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;FREE TIME&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl35" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;9:00 - onwards&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;Rest/Sleep&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl22" colspan="2" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Day   1 : April 8, 2009&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;AM&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;5:00 - 7:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" colspan="3" style=""&gt;Wake up, Prepare to go to   beach&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;7:00 - 10:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" colspan="2" style=""&gt;Travel to Siruma Beach&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;10:00 - 3:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;Swimming&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;3:00 - 5:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" colspan="2" style=""&gt;Travel back to Tinambac&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;5:00 - 6:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" colspan="3" style=""&gt;Wash up &amp;amp; prepare for   dinner&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;6:00 - 7:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;Dinner&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;7:00 - 9:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;Free Time&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl34" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;9:00 - onwards&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;Rest/Sleep&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl22" colspan="2" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Day   2 : April 9, 2009&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl29"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl29"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl22"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl22"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;AM&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl27"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl36" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;7:00 - 8:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" colspan="3" style=""&gt;Wake Up, Prepare for Naga&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl36" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;8:00 - 10:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" colspan="2" style=""&gt;Travel to Naga&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl36" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;10:00 - 11:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" colspan="3" style=""&gt;Travel to Panicuason Hot   Spring Resort&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl36" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;11:00 - 12:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;Lunch&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl37" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;PM&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl36" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;12:00 - 6:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;Swimming&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl36" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;6:00 - 7:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;Dinner&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl36" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;7:00 - 10:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;Rest&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl36" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;10:00 - onwards&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;Rest/Sleep&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl22" colspan="2" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Day   3 : April 10, 2009&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl29"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl29"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl22"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl22"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;AM&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl27"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl36" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;7:00 - 8:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" colspan="3" style=""&gt;Wake Up, Prepare for Naga&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl36" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;8:00 - 8:30&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;Breakfast&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;8:30 - 9:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;Check out&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;9:00 - 10:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" colspan="2" style=""&gt;Travel to Naga&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;10:00 - 10:30&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;Travel to Pili&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;10:30 - 11:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;Check-in&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;11:00 - 1:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;Lunch&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl34" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;1:00 - 5:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" colspan="2" style=""&gt;Wakeboarding lesson&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;5:00 - 6:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;Wash-up&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;6:00 - 7:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;Dinner&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;7:00 - 9:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;Sight-seeing&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;9:00 - onwards&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;Rest/Sleep&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl22" colspan="2" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Day   4 : April 11, 2009&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl29"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl29"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl22"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl22"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;AM&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl35" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;6:00 - 7:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" colspan="3" style=""&gt;Wake Up, Morning   Preparation&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;7:00 - 8:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;Breakfast&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;8:00 - 10:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;Swimming&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;10:00 - 11:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;Wash-up&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl34" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;11:00 - 12:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" colspan="2" style=""&gt;Lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl34" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;12:00 - 12:30&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;Check-out&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;PM&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;1:00 – 4:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" colspan="2" style=""&gt;Sight-seeing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;4:00 – 6:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;FREE TIME&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;6:00 – 7:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" colspan="2" style=""&gt;Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;7:00 – 10:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;FREE TIME&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;10:00 – onwards&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;Sleep&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl22" colspan="2" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Day   5 : April 12, 2009&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;AM&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;7:00 – 7:30&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" colspan="3" style=""&gt;Wake Up, Morning   Preparation&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;7:30 – 8:30&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" colspan="2" style=""&gt;Breakfast&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;8:30 – 9:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;Check out&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;9:00 – 9:30&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" colspan="2" style=""&gt;Leave for Naga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;9:30 – 11:30&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" colspan="3" style=""&gt;Leave for Legaspi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;11:30 – 12:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;Lunch&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;PM&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;12:00 – 4:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" colspan="2" style=""&gt;Sight-seeing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;4:00 – 6:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" colspan="2" style=""&gt;Leave for Naga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;6:00 – 8:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" colspan="3" style=""&gt;Leave for Tinambac&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;8:00 – 9:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;Dinner&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;9:00 – onwards&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;Sleep&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl22" colspan="2" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Day   6 : April 13, 2009&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;AM&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;7:00 – 7:30&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" colspan="3" style=""&gt;Wake Up, Morning   Preparation&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;7:30 – 8:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;Breakfast&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;8:00 – 5:00&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" colspan="3" style=""&gt;Travel back to Manila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl22" colspan="6" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;TORTURE   DAY : April 14, 2009 :: BACK TO WORK! WAAHHH!!!&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-892103023095567547?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/892103023095567547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-camsur-and-side-trips-itinerary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/892103023095567547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/892103023095567547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-camsur-and-side-trips-itinerary.html' title='My CamsuR (and side trips) Itinerary'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019861272549428378.post-9006557204672166125</id><published>2009-03-29T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:44:18.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Pretty Pissed Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know how it feels when you're planning for weeks about something and people try to change it on the very last minute???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's happening to me now and clearly the reason why I feel so pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, my friends and I planned to make this 1 week holiday a grand and adventure-packed vacation for all of us. I told them I need to breathe some new air (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm quite suffocated at work and I wanted to take that time to think for the nth time what my career decision will be : Should I resign or not???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) and exploring new places has always been my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took it upon myself to really plan and prepare or this trip. I made a summer plan, itinerary and budget matrix so we don't have to think of anything else but to enjoy ourselves. Though our destination was changed a LOT of time (from sagada to quezon, to Camsur, to Batanes, to Camsur again, and now they're adding Sorsogon to that!!!) I still kept up with their plan/s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everything is changing because a friend said she can't make it on April 10. That her parents don't allow her to. But instead she'll be following on the 11th. (I know, I know, this is hardly her fault. This is beyond her control, but what can I do? I'm still pissed off!) So what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of entirely canceling the trip is now buzzing on my mind. Which is so stupid. I even dragged my family to this planning. My Uncle is all excited when we're planning our itinerary. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do? I haven't replied to my friend yet. I'm afraid of what I can say. I'm quite inconsiderate of other people's feelings when I'm angry. So I'll wait till I stop fuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrgghh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7019861272549428378-9006557204672166125?l=harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9006557204672166125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/pretty-pissed-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/9006557204672166125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7019861272549428378/posts/default/9006557204672166125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequinthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/pretty-pissed-off.html' title='Pretty Pissed Off'/><author><name>HaRLeQuin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15627693012073354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYoDEoY685k/SfRQqjggokI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-LABUNglbpw/S220/jude.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
