<?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-8570452026413285973</id><updated>2012-02-17T05:57:31.812+08:00</updated><category term='facebook'/><category term='cheesy'/><category term='Life'/><category term='EXAM'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Complaints'/><category term='resolutions'/><category term='songs'/><category term='domestication'/><category term='friendster'/><category term='prayers'/><category term='realizations'/><category term='choices'/><category term='DOH exam'/><category term='heroes'/><category term='misadventures'/><category term='happy'/><category term='sentiments'/><category term='Comic'/><category term='love'/><category term='work'/><category term='consequences'/><category term='Dubai'/><title type='text'>Everything but love life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-3109962141041526100</id><published>2010-08-14T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:46:22.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dubai'/><title type='text'>It has been a long, long while</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know what happened but for some reasons, they temporarily shut down my blog. Because I'm not updating for so long? hahaha Anyway, here I am, back again for so many &lt;em&gt;kwentos&lt;/em&gt; and I don't know where to start. Warning: this entry might have so many flight of ideas.. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been so busy these past few months with work, family issues, and friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let's start with work. Since they gave me a secretary visa for the meantime, my job is more on paperworks. Meaning I do the accounts, coordinate with the bank and insurance people, answer emails, give receipts to patients, and answer telephone calls (mainly). I find my job a little bit more stressful than being a nurse because I DEAL WITH MONEY. And if there's anything wrong with my computation then I'll be a dead meat. Having a foreigner boss also adds to my stress. He is very moody! Sometimes he shouts for no reason at all, and sometimes he's very sweet and kind. He's very fickle-minded. And most of the time I can't understand his &lt;em&gt;barok&lt;/em&gt; english! But who cares, he's my employer and he's giving me money. Woohoo! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;About my family issues, it's still about my parents. They're still thinking about having a legal separation. And my father is still the one who's trying to bind them. He's still trying to fix this marital issues. They're also planning to go here in Dubai this coming Eid and I'm really, really hoping they are in good terms when they come here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;About my friends here, I'm very thankful I have wonderful people around me. I'm having a lot of fun here in Dubai because of them. ü &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570452026413285973-3109962141041526100?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/3109962141041526100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=3109962141041526100&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/3109962141041526100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/3109962141041526100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-has-been-long-long-while.html' title='It has been a long, long while'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-4585260634058178469</id><published>2010-07-01T03:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T04:00:59.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Girl taken for granted</title><content type='html'>She doesn't know you that much but she gave you a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not ready to meet someone yet&amp;nbsp;but she gave you her trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waits for your call in the afternoon even if she has something more important to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waits for your call in the wee hours of the night even if she's already tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waits for your text, hoping that you ate well and you got home safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stays in front of the computer waiting for you to go online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sings for you just to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes you laugh with her crazy stories and jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She listens to your stories and remembers every details of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets paranoid whenever you wouldn't call her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't get mad even if she knows deep inside, you're just making excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still talks to you even if she wanted to avoid you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She believed you when you said &lt;em&gt;you will never ever leave her&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;you'll always be at her side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still hopes that everything will be fine and you will realize her worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite all her efforts and heartaches, you still left her and taken her for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, she never got mad when you said goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even told you to take care of yourself because you mean a lot to her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&amp;nbsp;just cried and hoped that someday, she will forget all these things so she can be truly&amp;nbsp;happy again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570452026413285973-4585260634058178469?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/4585260634058178469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=4585260634058178469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/4585260634058178469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/4585260634058178469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/07/girl-taken-for-granted.html' title='The Girl taken for granted'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-1304211494808624389</id><published>2010-05-18T05:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T05:01:15.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realizations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dubai'/><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss you blog, super!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So what's been happening to me these last few weeks? Since I'm sleepy and tired as of the moment, I'll just update in bullets.. hehe &lt;em&gt;tamad&lt;/em&gt; style :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*I'm learning how to cook! Oh well, not really.. haha. But I now perfected (almost) how to peel and cut onions and garlics. Plus green mangoes too. And yeah, my fingers are still complete! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*I'm eating vegetables more often now since I'm leaving in an accommodation. And would you believe that it's my first time to try&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Togue&lt;/em&gt; (bean sprouts), Monggo, and &lt;em&gt;Tortang talong&lt;/em&gt; (without meat)? Haha Poor me, right? That's because I'm a meat lover ever since childhood. But I'm terribly missing hotdogs and &lt;em&gt;maling&lt;/em&gt;. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*I'm now adjusted with my work. Somehow I can manage on my own now. But of course, sometimes I still ask for help.. hehe. By the way, my job here in Dubai is nurse/receptionist/secretary/insurance coordinator/cleaner/care taker/guard. Too much to handle, eh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*I met new friends and it's making my stay in Dubai more fun! Special shout-out to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ate Minie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; whom I met last friday. Thank you again for the nice company, &lt;em&gt;Ate&lt;/em&gt;. :)&amp;nbsp;I promised that I won't call you Miss Minie anymore.. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*I've realized that it's not okay to be kind and polite to everybody. Sometimes, you really have to fight for your rights. You don't have to smile and just agree to every single word a person, even your superior, tells you. If they're telling you to do things that you know are wrong, then don't do it. And you don't have to say sorry always especially if it's not your fault. We have to be tough in this cruel world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*I'm really thankful to our technology today, especially to facebook, ym, skype, roaming services, and of course, blogs.. haha. I'm able to keep in touch with my friends in the Philippines and all over the world because of these. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*Finally, I've realized that&amp;nbsp;it's difficult to be a daughter (who's living away from her parents), granddaughter (who's living away from her grand parents), niece (to her aunt who's having health problems but doesn't want to visit a doctor), employee (whose legal papers are still in process and who's living in a house with strangers with different personalities), friend (who MUST keep in touch with the ones she have in the Philippines and here in Dubai), and an individual (who does everything for herself). But nonetheless, I'm still thankful that I have a job and I'm earning on my own! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So there. I'm really busy with my life right now and I know I must thank God for all of these. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S_Gro09qc-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/ly2VYX321N0/s1600/DSC03507.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S_Gro09qc-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/ly2VYX321N0/s320/DSC03507.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is my bed in our accommodation. I know it's a bit messy.. haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S_GsKsOt1LI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/CUEYyMOnpaM/s1600/atlantis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S_GsKsOt1LI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/CUEYyMOnpaM/s320/atlantis.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atlantis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Am I getting fatter now? :( Because almost all of my friends who went here really gained weight so I'm a bit conscious with every kilo and inch I'm gaining. I hope I'll stay the same or at least lose weight some more! haha)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Till next entry my dear blog. I promise to update you soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS: One of my friends from college is also here in Dubai. He just arrived a week ago (I think). And I'm really excited to see him on friday! It's nice that I have someone now whom I can talk to about anything and everything, especially the problems I'm encountering here.. hahaha. But I won't tell you this part of my life now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Goodnight world! Especially to my friends, blogmates, and lurkers. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570452026413285973-1304211494808624389?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/1304211494808624389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=1304211494808624389&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/1304211494808624389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/1304211494808624389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S_Gro09qc-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/ly2VYX321N0/s72-c/DSC03507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-4242926149054559764</id><published>2010-04-30T05:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T05:42:43.020+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DOH exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EXAM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dubai'/><title type='text'>Para sa mga minamahal kong bumibisita ng aking munting tahanan sa blogosperyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salamat... :)&amp;nbsp;Natutuwa naman ako at may mga lurkers pala ang munti kong blog na ito. In fairness, may mga nagsesend na sa akin ng emails.. hahaha. Take note of the word "MGA". Promise, tumataba ang puso ko sa inyo. Maraming salamat naman at naa-appreciate niyo ang aking mga sinusulat. Balak ko tuloy i-delete yung mga "emo" posts ko.. hahaha. E kasi naman e. Nakakahiya. Akala ko walang nagbabasa nito at joke-time lang yung numbers ng visitors sa baba ng blog ko (ui, tumingin sa baba.. hehe). Kaya maski heto, pagod at inaantok na ako e i-a-update ko naman itong blog ko. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isa sa mga natanggap kong emails ay nagrequest na i-post ko raw ang experience ko during my DOH exam last April 15. Kaya ikukwento ko na lang kahit ligwak ang beauty ko.. hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ganito yun... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3pm ang exam ko sa Rashid Hospital-Auditorium/Library. Sa mga mag-e-exams at walang service kagaya ko, papasukin niyo yung taxi sa may bandang loob ng Rashid hospital. Huwag kayo magpahatid dun lang sa may labas dahil medyo malayo pa yung building. Take note: Separate ang building ng Auditorium/Library ng Rashid Hospital kesa dun sa mismong ospital. Brown building yun. Sa may bandang likod. Kasi kung lalakarin niyo lang e goodluck sa init. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O di nakita ko na rin yung building after mga 30 minutes na paghanap nun (kasi nga hindi ko pinapasok yung taxi sa may loob). E nako, wala pang tao. 2 Indians pa lang ang naka-upo dun sa may parang canteen. Nginitian ko since friendly naman ako. Ngumiti rin yung Indian girl at nilapitan ako at tinanong kung mag-e-exam nga rin ako. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indian girl:&lt;/strong&gt; You've worked in which department?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; ER. You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indian girl:&lt;/strong&gt; Pediatrics. How many years?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; Only 1 year. You? &lt;em&gt;(haha.. puros "you" e noh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indian girl:&lt;/strong&gt; Me too. One year. 6 months in Pediatrics and 4 months in general.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; (Umandar ang pagiging pakialamera. Nakita ko yung lalakeng Indian na kasama niya. Mukhang matanda kesa sa kanya)&lt;/em&gt; Is that your father?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indian girl:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Laughs)&lt;/em&gt; No. He's my husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Laughs)&lt;/em&gt; Oh, sorry! &lt;em&gt;(covers face)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indian girl:&lt;/strong&gt; It's ok. &lt;em&gt;(sabay balik sa table. kinuwento siguro sa asawa at yung asawa e lumabas ng building.. hahaha)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Matagal-tagal ako naghintay. Kasi 2pm ako dumating e. 8 Indians ang andun for examinations tapos 3 pinoy kami. Dumating na yung mga mag-iinterview. Lumabas yung isa. Matandang babae na naka-abaya na mukhang masungit. Tinawag kaming lahat at sinabi kung pang-ilan kami sa mga tatawagin nila. Pangatlo ako. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maliit lang yung room na pinagka-conductan ng interview. Parang yung table sa mga meetings sa office yung table dun tapos kaharap mo yung 3 panelists. 3 babae yung panelists namin at that time. Yung matandang babae na naka-abaya na mukhang masungit na tumawag sa amin kanina, isang babaeng mukhang African, at saka isang British female na naka-abaya. Kaya alam kong British kasi sa accent (hindi ko maintindihan kasi nung una.. haha).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bago ako tawagin, hindi ko na maintindihan yung nararamdaman ko noon. Basta, may bad feeling ako e. Pagbaba ko kasi ng taxi, napigtas yung personalized keychain na remembrance sa akin ng BFF ko sa pinas. Feeling ko masamang sign yun.. hahaha. Para akong naiihi na nauuhaw na nilalamig. Buti hindi ako hinimatay.. hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Paglabas ng naunang examinee kesa sa iyo, hindi ka muna dapat papasok. Titingin ka dun sa glass door para kapag sinenyasan ka nung mga panelists na pwede ka nang pumasok, saka ka pa lang papasok. Kasi sabi nila baka pumasok na lang daw dun basta-basta e hindi pa nila tapos pag-usapan yung naunang examinee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E di ako na. Sinenyasan na nila ako na pwede na kong pumasok...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; Good afternoon madame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panelist 2 (P2):&lt;/strong&gt; Good afternoon. Have a sit. Tell us something about your experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; I graduated Bachelor of Science in Nursing last 2007. I have worked in Bahrain for a year. I've worked in Dr.******** Diabetic clinic and ****** hospital. It is a 50-bedded private hospital. I was assigned in ER, OPD, and In-patient ward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;P1(yung mukhang masungit):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Why did you leave Bahrain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; Because I have to go back to Philippines to fix something important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;P1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Why don't you just go back in Bahrain? Why here in Dubai? &lt;em&gt;(Parang ang sakit na ng ulo niya. Nakahawak sa ulo niya habang nakapatong yung siko sa table)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Medyo nairita kasi kulang na lang sabihin sa akin huwag ako magtrabaho rito)&lt;/em&gt; Because I'm already here in Dubai, madame. My aunt sponsored me for a visit visa and she said to try to&amp;nbsp;take the&amp;nbsp;exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;P1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Where were you assigned again? &lt;em&gt;(Hindi pa nakikinig sa akin kanina!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; In ER madame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;P1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Only there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; In in-patient ward madame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;P1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; In-patient? What's that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; It's also a medical ward madame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;P1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It's a medical ward. You have to tell us that because we don't know what in-patient means. We don't use it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;P1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ok. Tell me something about congestive heart failure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; It occurs when the heart cannot pump adequate blood to supply the oxygen demand in the body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;P1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Due to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Nawindang kasi yan lang yung naaalala ko about CHF. MI na yung naaalala ko)&lt;/em&gt; Because there is blockage or ischemia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;P1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; NO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; The heart cannot pump adequate blood supply because.... the left ventricle of the heart is weakened..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;P1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; NO. Your first part of your&amp;nbsp;definition is correct but the second one is not. How do you treat patients with CHF?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*Panic mode* (MI na talaga naiisip ko rito!)&lt;/em&gt; Nitroglycerine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;P1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; NO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; Beta-blockers, calcium-channel blockers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;P1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; NO. NO. &lt;em&gt;(Tumayo para ayusin yung aircon. Akala ko hahambalusin na niya ko sa mga pinagsasasabi ko). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P2:&lt;/strong&gt; What happens when there is congestion?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; The heart cannot pump adequate blood supply to the lungs therefore the lungs cannot supply oxygenated blood back to the system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;P1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Do you even know what is Angina?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; It is episodes/paroxysms of pain which occurs in the anterior chest which cannot be relived by rest or medicines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;P1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Cannot be relieved?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; Ay, no, no madame. It can be relieved by rest or medicines. MI is the one which cannot be relieved by both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P3:&lt;/strong&gt; When you're in the hospital, what things should you check before giving medications to the patient?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; The doctor's order, name of the patient...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P3:&lt;/strong&gt; How will you know if that's the right patient?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; You can ask the patient his/her name and verify if that's the name written on the chart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P3:&lt;/strong&gt; What if the patient is unconscious?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; You can also check&amp;nbsp;the patient's&amp;nbsp;name tag on the wrist.&amp;nbsp;Or you can ask the relatives for verification. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P3:&lt;/strong&gt; What else should you check before giving medications?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; Right route, right dose, right time, right drug, right patient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;P1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; How many did you give us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; 5 madame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;P1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; What are those again?&lt;em&gt; (Hindi siya talaga nakikinig sa akin!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Inulit ulit lahat)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P2:&lt;/strong&gt; When the patient has IV therapy, usually there are some complications. Could you give us some?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; Phlebitis, fluid&amp;nbsp;overload...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P2:&lt;/strong&gt; How will you know if there is&amp;nbsp;fluid overload?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; Hmmm... The patient will have dyspnes, crackles...&lt;em&gt; (wala na maisip.. haha)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P3:&lt;/strong&gt; What will happen to the hands, feet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; Ah yeah. Edema!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P2:&lt;/strong&gt; What other complications can you give?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; That's all I can remember madame. &lt;em&gt;(Nalimutan ko yung infection)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P2:&lt;/strong&gt; Ok Camille, your interview is over. The results will be available on Monday. You can check it online or give us a call. &lt;em&gt;(Imagine, Thursday ako nag-exam. Friday at Saturday walang government offices dito. Sunday wala pa result. Monday pa talaga nagkaroon. Imagine how many days ako waiting in vain!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ayun. At sad to say, hindi nga ako nakapasa. :( Pero siguro naman sa susunod, mas hindi na ako kakabahan as compared nung una. At saka alam ko na kung saan ako magfo-focus. Hindi ko na kakabisaduhin yung ibang hindi naman talaga kailangan like GCS kasi hindi naman ako neuro-nurse. Neurotic lang.. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;TIP:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Be relaxed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Huwag masyado magreview. Huwag OA gaya ko. Focus on major diseases, especially in the department you've worked before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's okay to say, "I'm sorry madame I don't know the answer." Pero magdasal ka na kung sinabi mo yan sa major question na tinanong sa iyo kasi dapat yun ang masasagot mo. Kagaya nung sa akin kasi CHF yung major dun e. Kaya sobrang feel ko na bagsak ako kahit hindi naman ako nabokya sa buong interview :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ayun lang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Goodluck to those who will take the DOH exam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS: Ang dami kong kwento. Like nakalipat na ako sa accommodation namin kaya super independent na ako. Busy ako sa work na rin. At hindi na ako sad at emo about love kasi... hahaha.. secret :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Abangan ang susunod na kabanata!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are very much welcome to comment on my posts/tagboard, or send me an email @ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:camille_radaza@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;camille_radaza@yahoo.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. You can also add me in facebook but you have to at least &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;send me a message that you've been a reader of this blog (please include&amp;nbsp;the url of my blog)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;so I will know how did you find out my fb account because I only add people I know as much as possible. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks a lot everyone. Godbless! More updates to come, promise. &amp;lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570452026413285973-4242926149054559764?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/4242926149054559764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=4242926149054559764&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/4242926149054559764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/4242926149054559764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/04/para-sa-mga-minamahal-kong-bumibisita.html' title='Para sa mga minamahal kong bumibisita ng aking munting tahanan sa blogosperyo'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-8860214298915387168</id><published>2010-04-22T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T21:07:51.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Natuwa naman ako at may nagsend sa email ko asking me about sa isa kong blog entry.. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sender:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;hi, I am maybel, nurse din. Nabasa ko kasi ung blog mo about sa paghahanap mo ng work jan sa middle east. Help naman po, gusto ko rin kasi magtrabaho jan sa middle east ang hirap makanap ng work dito sa pinas as a nurse. 3 months lang ang experience ko kaya nag hirap din humanap ng agency, hingi sana ako ng advice, mas maganda ba na mag tourist visa muna ako jan sa dubai den hanap ako ng work pag anjan na... help naman.. desperate na ko maghanap ng work... hay,,, thanks and God bless you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear Maybel (yehes ate charo naman ang dating ko nito.. hehe), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hindi ko maipapayo sa iyo na mag-Dubai ka. Sa totoo lang gurl, recession din dito. I was here last December pa. Tourist visa ako noon na good for 2 months. Ang hirap makahanap ng work as a nurse kasi mas pinipili nila dito na may license ka na rito. In order for you to work here as a nurse, you have to pass an oral exam. Sa Dept. of Health ng Dubai. Magtatanong sila sa iyo ng anything about nursing na tumatagal ng 15 mins. And well, kaka-exam ko lang a week ago at sad to say, ligwak ang beauty ng lola mo.. hahaha. Buti na lang mabait yung employer ko kaya vivisahan pa rin nila ako at after 2 months, magte-take ulit ako ng exams na sumalangit nawa ay pumasa ako. Magfocused ka magreview sa area na naassignan ka. Kasi ako sa ER ako nakapagwork. E kaso nagmamagaling ako kaya lahat kinabisado ko at hindi nagfocused masyado dun kaya sumemplang.. hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pero 3 months kamo ang experience mo? Kasi gurl, before they allow you to take the exam here, you need to pass their assessment. Eto mga kailangan mo ha: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;UAE authenticated credentials (HS diploma, TOR, certificate of graduation; College diploma at TOR; PRC license). Yung sa HS credentials, dadalhin mo yun sa Deped kung saan covered yung school mo. Tapos bibigyan ka ng claim stub ng Deped&amp;nbsp;at kukunin mo na yun sa DFA na naka-red ribbon na. Tapos yung sa college credentials mo naman, punta ka sa university na pinaggraduate-an mo at ask mo paano ipa-authenticate yung mga yun. Kasi yung sa akin, sila na nagprocess hanggang sa CHED. Tapos sa school ko na lang kinlaim lahat yun na nakared-ribbon na rin. Nagbayad lang ako. Yung PRC license mo, ipipila mo yun sa DFA. For personal purpose yata kasi yun. Unsure ako sa parteng yan kasi tita ko nag-ayos nun e.. haha. Anyways, kapag nakared-ribbon na ung lahat ng credentials mo, punta ka sa DHL at sabihin mo ipapa-UAE authenticate mo yung mga yun. Php 1,700 per document. so bale, 1,700 x 3 (HS, College, PRC license). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Working experience from previous employer. Baka dito ka magkaproblem kasi sabi mo nga 3 months pa lang ang experience mo. Hinahanap kasi nila at least nakabuo ka ng 450 hours sa pagtatrabaho mo. Ikaw na magcompute ineng kung nakaabot naman yung duty hours mo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Passport copy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Offer letter from employer (eto lang naman ay kung swertihin kang makahanap ng employer na maayos. Kapag may employer ka, mas mababa ang babayaran mo sa exam. Kapag wala, tumataginting na Php 25k!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Passport pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just for you to have an idea kung ano ba ang pinagsasabi kong red-ribbon (hindi ito cake! haha), eto ang images. Plus yung UAE embassy seal na sinasabi ko rin:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S9BJpHxmWRI/AAAAAAAAAJc/5dWRNuSQzYU/s1600/redribbon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S9BJpHxmWRI/AAAAAAAAAJc/5dWRNuSQzYU/s320/redribbon.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Paper siya sa harapan ng bawat credentials mo na nagpapatunay na lahat ng mga yun ay totoo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S9BKDllqs7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/YVD30X87P4c/s1600/UAE+embassy+seal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S9BKDllqs7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/YVD30X87P4c/s320/UAE+embassy+seal.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ayun lang gurl. Yan lang naman kasi ang naexperience ko dito kaya yan ang maipapayo ko. Pero may iba rin namang sinwerte at nakahanap agad. Ikaw na lang ang bahala magdesisyon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pero ganun pa man, salamat sa pagbasa ng aking blog at pagsend ng inquiry. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lovelots,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Camille &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*cutiemaartie.blogspot.com*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570452026413285973-8860214298915387168?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/8860214298915387168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=8860214298915387168&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/8860214298915387168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/8860214298915387168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/04/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S9BJpHxmWRI/AAAAAAAAAJc/5dWRNuSQzYU/s72-c/redribbon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-8614972387467967761</id><published>2010-04-14T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T14:37:36.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EXAM'/><title type='text'>What I've been reviewing...</title><content type='html'>Sterilization is the eradication of all forms of microbial life including endospores which are the most resistant.&lt;br /&gt;Disinfection is the reduction of vegetative pathogens which are non-endospore forming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CATEGORIES OF STERILIZATION:&lt;br /&gt;1. Critical - instruments which&amp;nbsp;comes in contact with the bones&lt;br /&gt;2. Semi-critical - instruments which comes in contant with soft tissues&lt;br /&gt;3. Non-critical - instruments which comes in contact with intact skin&lt;br /&gt;4. Single-use/Disposable - should be discarded every after patient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;METHODS OF STERILIZATION:&lt;br /&gt;1. Autoclave - superheated steam under pressure with time&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - 240 degrees F, 15-20 pounds per square inch (pressure)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- uses distilled water&lt;br /&gt;2. Chemclave - same as autoclave but uses chemical vapor instead of distilled water&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - 270 degrees F, 15-20 pounds per square inch (pressure)&lt;br /&gt;3. Dry-heat sterilization - used if the instruments will rust in the autoclave&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - instruments should be properly washed and dried first before putting into the machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COPD - chronic obstructive pulmonary disease&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- irreversible respiratory disease which involves abnormal&amp;nbsp;inflammatory response of the airways to noxious particles&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - chronic bronchitis and emphysema&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *Chronic bronchitis - presence of cough and production of phlegm for at least 3 months of each 2 consecutive years&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; * Emphysema - destruction of walls due to abnormal overdistention of alveoli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bronchial asthma - onset is during childhood and is reversible as one gets older or through treatment&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - involves hypermucosal edema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pneumonia - usually caused by streptococcus pneumoniae; inflammation of the lung parenchyma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - sudden, onset shaking/chills&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - rapidly rising fever&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- pleuritic chest pain&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - dyspnea, orthopnea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuberculosis - caused by mycobacterium tuberculi and mostly affects the lung parenchyma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - night sweats&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - on/off fever&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - pleauritic chest pain&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - cough&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - dyspnea&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - hemoptysis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mantoux test/purified protein derivative - confirmatory test; 10 mm induration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nursing intervention (usually for all resp diseases):&lt;br /&gt;- fowler's position - lung expansion&lt;br /&gt;- promote oxygenation - 2-4 L/min (if more than 50% of the concentration and given for an extended period like more than 48 hours, O2 toxicity might occur)&lt;br /&gt;- deep breathing exercises&lt;br /&gt;- chest physiotherapy&lt;br /&gt;- increased fluid intake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulmonary Hypertension - systolic pulmonary artery pressure exceeds 30 mmhg/mean pulmonary artery pressure exceeds 25 mmhg&lt;br /&gt;- mimic symptoms of&amp;nbsp;R sided heart failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulmonary embolism - there is an obstruction due to ischemia somewhere in the branches of the pulmonary artery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angina pectoris - episodes/paroxysms of pain occurs in the anterior chest which lasts for 3-5 mins&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - may be due to ischemia&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Myocardial infarction - the areas of the myocardial cells have been permanently damaged, so the myocardium receives reduced oxygenated blood &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - crushing, tight chest pain which radiates on the neck, jaw, arms lasting for longer period which cannot be relieved by rest/meds&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - diaphoresis&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - restlessness&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - anxiety&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - dyspnea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nursing intervention:&lt;br /&gt;- high fowler's position&lt;br /&gt;- oxygenation&lt;br /&gt;- feet should not be dangling, should either be dependent on bed or on floor&lt;br /&gt;- avoid constricting clothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meds:&lt;br /&gt;Nitroglycerine - decreases oxygen demand of the heart, decreases ischemia and pain&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - can be given up to 3 times only&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - burning sensation&amp;nbsp;under tongue - drug potency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beta blockers/calcium channel blockers&amp;nbsp;- decreaser heart rate/contractility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morphine - analgesic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cardiac arrest - when the heart ceases to function producing inefficient pulse and blood flow&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - conciousness, BP, pulse will be lost&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - respiratory gasping may occur&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - dilatation of the eyes may occur within 45 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic life support is an emergency procedure that consists of recognizing signs of cardiac or respiratory&amp;nbsp;arrest or both, and giving proper CPR to maintain breathing and circulation of the patient until patient recovers or advanced life support arrives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advanced cardiac life support is also&amp;nbsp;like basic life support but it&amp;nbsp;uses special equipments to&amp;nbsp;prolong life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not start CPR when:&lt;br /&gt;- patient has a tag of DNR (Do not resuscitate)&lt;br /&gt;- no biological effect, signs of death are evident (rigor mortis, decapitation, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;- in infants: less than 28 weeks of gestation, anencephaly, less than 20 gms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop CPR when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- signs of&amp;nbsp;recovery has been executed by the victim&lt;br /&gt;- turning over to another rescuer.medical personnel&lt;br /&gt;- operator/rescuer is exhausted&lt;br /&gt;- physician assumes responsibility (do CPR, declares death)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steps:&lt;br /&gt;1. Survey the scene.&lt;br /&gt;2. Assess the patient. Hey, hey, hey are you ok? Activate EMS.&lt;br /&gt;3. Check for obstruction.&lt;br /&gt;4. If no obstruction seen, check&amp;nbsp;for breathing: (1001-1005)&lt;br /&gt;5: &amp;nbsp;Not breathing, give 2 rescue breaths and observe for rising of the chest.&lt;br /&gt;6. Check for pulse (1001-1010), carotid artery (if infant: brachial artery)&lt;br /&gt;7. If no pulse, start CPR. 30 compressions: 2 rescue breaths; 5 cycles&lt;br /&gt;8. Check again for pulse and breathing (1001-1010)&lt;br /&gt;9. If breathing and pulse is restored, put in side lying position until EMS arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diabetes Mellitus - occurs when the person has high blood&amp;nbsp;sugar level either due to insufficient production of insulin, or the body resists insulin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DM type I &lt;br /&gt;- juvenile type: onset is 30 y/o or younger&lt;br /&gt;- insulin dependent DM: Beta cells of the islets of langerhans in the pancreas do not produce insulin&lt;br /&gt;- treated by insulin:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *rapid acting - onset is from 30 mins - 1 hour&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - actrapid, humulin R&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;*intermediate acting - onset is from&amp;nbsp;2 hr - 3hours&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- humulin N, semilente&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;*long-acting - onset is from 4-5 hours&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- ultralente, monotard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DM type 2&lt;br /&gt;- maturity onset is 40 y/o and above&lt;br /&gt;- non-insulin dependent DM: beta cells of the islets of langerhans in the pancreas produces insulin but the body resists it.&lt;br /&gt;- treated by OHA (oral hypoglycemic agents)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *sulfonylareas: metformin, glucophage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal blood sugar level - 80-120 mg/dl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypoglycemia - low blood sugar level&lt;br /&gt;causes: ommission of meals, overdose of insulin, strenuous activity&lt;br /&gt;signs: tremors, cold clammy skin, hunger pangs, restlessness&lt;br /&gt;tx: fruit juice (orange), candy, dextrose 50%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyperglycemia - high blood sugar level&lt;br /&gt;causes: stress, surgery, overdose of insulin, overeating&lt;br /&gt;signs: polyphagia (excessive starvation), polyuria (excessive urination), polydipsia (excessive thirst), kussmaul's breathing, fruity odor breath&lt;br /&gt;tx: insulin,&amp;nbsp;NSS&amp;nbsp;+ insulin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Somogyi phenomenon - occurs when the patient took long-acting insulin at night and didn't eat any snack before going to bed. The blood sugar level will be lowered down while he/she is asleep. The body responds to this by releasing hormones to release glucose. The next morning the patient will have&amp;nbsp;a high blood sugar level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dawn's phenomenon - usually at night hormones are released to trigger to liver to release glucose. If there is not enough insulin, the patient will suffer from hyperglycemia the next day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shock - when there in inadequate blood and oxygen being delivered in the body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinds:&lt;br /&gt;1. hypovolemic shock - excessive blood/fluid has been lost&lt;br /&gt;2. anaphylactic - due to allergy&lt;br /&gt;3. septic shock - massive vascular collapse secondary to gm - infection&lt;br /&gt;4. cardiogenic chock - when the heart functions inefficiently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nursing intervention: trendelenburg position to promote venous return and treat underlying cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post-op complications:&lt;br /&gt;1. Hemorrhage - must be referred immediately for possible blood transfusion or return to OR for wound exploration&lt;br /&gt;2. Post-op fever - might be due to infection&lt;br /&gt;3. Infection - must be treated immediately with antibiotics&lt;br /&gt;4. Atelectasis - may be due to airway obstruction because of broncial secretions. pre and post op physiotherapy should be done&lt;br /&gt;5. deep vein thrombosis - poor blood supply. thrombolytics&lt;br /&gt;6. delayed wound healing - wound dehiscense - may be due to extensive suture tension, malnutrition, poor blood supply. should put sterile gauze on wound and return to the doctor immediately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV therapy:&lt;br /&gt;- for patients with fluid and electrolyte imbalance&lt;br /&gt;- cannot take food and fluids by mouth&lt;br /&gt;- for emergency medications&lt;br /&gt;- for pre and post op surgery and is NPO&lt;br /&gt;- for critically ill patients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Verify order for IV therapy&lt;br /&gt;2. explain procedure to the patient&lt;br /&gt;3. prepare equipments: IV solution already with IV tubings, micropore, cotton, band-aid, IV catheter (g.18-19: BT and for surgery; g.20-22: adult; g.22-24:child)&lt;br /&gt;4. find the best vein possible. straight and visible&lt;br /&gt;5. ask the patient to make fist. taut the skin from where the vein is located&lt;br /&gt;6. insert the IV catheter&lt;br /&gt;7. observe for quick blood return&lt;br /&gt;8. withdraw the stylet&amp;nbsp;needle&amp;nbsp;and advance the IV catheter&lt;br /&gt;9. secure in place&lt;br /&gt;10. connect the IV line and start the drip&lt;br /&gt;11. document&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood transfusion - transferring blood and blood-based products from one circulatory system to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Verify order for BT&lt;br /&gt;2. Get patient's consent form&lt;br /&gt;3. check for blood's compatibility&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - cross matching has been done&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - patient's name and name on the blood bag is the same&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - expiration date&lt;br /&gt;4. check patient's VS to obtain baseline VS&lt;br /&gt;5. prepare equipments: NSS, blood unit, y-tubing administration set with filter, g.18-19 IV catheter&lt;br /&gt;6. gently invert the blood bag to mix the plasma with the RBC&lt;br /&gt;7. attach the blood bag to the y-port and slowly start the drip (2-5 ml for 15 mins)&lt;br /&gt;8. stay with the patient to determine any hemolytic reactions&lt;br /&gt;9. check the patient's VS: every 5 min for 15 min, every 15 min for 30 mins, every 30 mins for 1 hour, then every hour&lt;br /&gt;10. then increase the rate. should be consumed within 4 hours otherwise blood will deteriorate&lt;br /&gt;11. after blood has been transfused, start the NSS&lt;br /&gt;12. dispose bag properly&lt;br /&gt;13. document&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken pox - varicella virus&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- can be transmitted through resp. route&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- after 2 weeks, vesicles will appear on the skin&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- crusts and scabs will be formed during the latter stage&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- *Reye's syndrome - common complication&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - has a higher incidence if aspirin is taken to reduce fever&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - brain dysfunction occurs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shingles - recurrence of chicken pox&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- herpes zoster&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- usually on the lower back&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- may cause paralysis&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- acyclovir is the medication of treatment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herpes simplex - human herpes simplex virus 1 and 2&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; HSV 1:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; - usually occurs in the oral mucosa&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; - cold/fever blisters&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; - latent on trigeminal nerve ganglia (bet. face and neck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;HSV 2:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; - through sexual contact&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; - latent on sacral base ganglia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- both can be triggered by overexposure to UV rays, stress, and hormonal imbalance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Measles&lt;br /&gt;- rubeola&lt;br /&gt;- macular rash&lt;br /&gt;- koplik spots (sign) - tiny red patches with white central specks on the buccal cavity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German measles&lt;br /&gt;- rubella&lt;br /&gt;- milder than measles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;droplet - less than 1 m&lt;br /&gt;airborne - more than 1 m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hepatitis - any inflammtory disease on the liver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hepa A - fecal oral route. contaminated food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hepa B, D, E - sexual contact, infected blood transfusions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hepa C - same as all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIV - human immunodeficiency virus&lt;br /&gt;AIDS - acquired immunodeficieny syndrome, latent stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- can be transferred by sexual contact, blood transfusion, tranpslancental, breast milk, infected needles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glasgow coma scale - objective measure used to describe patient's level of consciousness through eye opening, verbal and motor response. perfect score is 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye opening:&lt;br /&gt;4 - spontaneous eye opening&lt;br /&gt;3 - by request&lt;br /&gt;2 - to painful stimuli&lt;br /&gt;1 - no response&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verbal response&lt;br /&gt;5 - oriented to people, time, place&lt;br /&gt;4 - engages in conversation but confused in content (disoriented)&lt;br /&gt;3 - words are spoken but conversation not sustained (inappropriate)&lt;br /&gt;2 - groans, evoked on pain&lt;br /&gt;1 - no response&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motor response&lt;br /&gt;6 - obeys command&lt;br /&gt;5 - localizes painful stimuli&lt;br /&gt;4 - flexion withdrawal, cannot localize pain&lt;br /&gt;3 - decorticate (abnormal flexion)&lt;br /&gt;2 - decerebrate (abnormal extension)'&lt;br /&gt;1 - no response&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walang tinginan yan.. haha sana isalba ako neto bukas! goodluck myself! I go girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570452026413285973-8614972387467967761?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/8614972387467967761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=8614972387467967761&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/8614972387467967761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/8614972387467967761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-ive-been-reviewing.html' title='What I&apos;ve been reviewing...'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-8880360540146759418</id><published>2010-04-11T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T13:11:15.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><title type='text'>How do you stop when you still wanted to go?</title><content type='html'>I am hurting. Still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough I crack jokes, put up wacky faces, smile and laugh a lot, when I go home, I still cry. When I'm alone, I still cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I think I'm overreacting but I can't help it. I don't want to cry but sometimes I just can't control my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am human. I have feelings too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying because I was hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess it's just normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to tell you that I'm still hurting because of you? Because I really wanted to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570452026413285973-8880360540146759418?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/8880360540146759418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=8880360540146759418&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/8880360540146759418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/8880360540146759418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-do-you-stop-when-you-still-wanted.html' title='How do you stop when you still wanted to go?'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-7065910002580840650</id><published>2010-04-02T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T20:34:31.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers'/><title type='text'>Tuloy na tuloy na!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S7XcSfsTIhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/IF6-AuCm-6o/s1600/eroplano.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S7XcSfsTIhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/IF6-AuCm-6o/s320/eroplano.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Tuloy na ako ulit sa April 8 papuntang Dubey.. hehe. Wala na kong ibang inaalala at hinihiling sa ngayon kundi sana makapasa ako sa exam ko sa 15. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sana, sana talaga Lord. Nag-aral naman ako sa abot nang makakaya ko. Kaya lang Lord hindi ko na talaga kaya. Sakit na ng ulo ko po. Pero promise magrereview ulit ako pagdating ko dun. Sana patuloy Niyo po akong bigyan ng lakas ng loob, tiwala sa sarili, at linaw ng pag-iisip. Pasensiya na po Lord kung magulo talaga ako magdesisyon.. hahaha. Pero promise kapag nasettled naman na ako nang maayos sa Dubai, aayusin ko na rin po buhay ko. Hindi na ako magrereklamo sa trabaho (masyado), mag-iipon na ko ng pera, hindi na ko magshashopping (masyado), at maghahappy-happy with friends (masyado). Thank you Lord. Labyu!!! Amen :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Excited na ako. 2nd chance ko na ito to have a work na in line sa profession ko, 2nd chance to work abroad, at 2nd chance to go to Dubai. Kaya dapat talaga pagbutihin ko na. Haaayyyy pressure ito!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;5 days to goooooooooo!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570452026413285973-7065910002580840650?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/7065910002580840650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=7065910002580840650&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/7065910002580840650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/7065910002580840650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/04/tuloy-na.html' title='Tuloy na tuloy na!'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S7XcSfsTIhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/IF6-AuCm-6o/s72-c/eroplano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-2601194428559487575</id><published>2010-03-25T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T18:12:20.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheesy'/><title type='text'>Si Highschool crush :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Ayoko nang maging emo kaya magba-blog na muna ako ng masaya ngayon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nung 3rd yr. highschool kami, saka ko naging classmate si highschool crush (HC). Una ko siyang naging crush nung tinuruan niya ako sa Math noon. Hindi naman kami close pa noon tapos biglang lumapit na lang siya sa akin para turuan ako sa Math workbook namin. Ayun, simula noon, napansin ko na siya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E ang kaso ang dami pa lang nagkakacrush din sa kanya! Hahaha. Sa itsura niyang yun na mukhang pusa?! haha. E siguro kasi, mysterious ang dating kasi tahimik. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapos naging seatmates kami nung 3rd quarter. Yung katabi ko sa kabila, nakakaasar yun. Magulo. Lagi akong inaasar tapos sinusulatan ako ng ballpen sa kamay. E sa diin ng pagsulat niya, nasusugatan na ako. Nakita yun ni HC. Bigla niyang hinawakan yung kamay kong may sugat, at biglang sabi: &lt;em&gt;"Camille, magpapasulat ka na lang kasi sa kanya para hindi ka nasusugat."&lt;/em&gt; O di ba, ang sweet?! Hahaha. leche siya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapos since seatmates nga kami, naging close na rin kami nun. Lagi kaming review partners. Tinatakpan ko nga mukha ko ng libro kapag siya na yung nirereview ko e.. hahaha. E kinikilig kasi ako noon tapos hindi ko mapigilan tawa ko (actually hanggang ngayon na sinusulat ko e natatawa ako). Tapos siya rin lagi kong kakopyahan sa lahat ng subjects. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ang hindi ko makakalimutan, nung nagkasakit ako ng ilang araw tapos umabsent ako. Tapos nung pumasok na ako, may surprise quiz sa Math at sa Chemistry. E malamang hindi ko alam isasagot dun kasi kapapasok ko lang! Bumulong siya agad sa akin, &lt;em&gt;"Camille, kopya ka na lang sa akin."&lt;/em&gt; E di siyempre perfect ako maski wala akong alam sa lesson na yun! Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nung 4th year na kami, narealized ko na parang gumagrabe na yung pagkagusto ko sa kanya na kailangan ko nang umiwas. May pagkaganun kasi akong ugali. Natatakot akong mahalata niya. Pero nahalata rin naman niya na umiiwas ako. Sabi pa niya sa akin nung nagkasabay kami minsan papuntang classroom, &lt;em&gt;"Umiiwas ka na a. Suplada ka na."&lt;/em&gt; Na dineny ko namang bonggang-bongga na, &lt;em&gt;"Ako umiiwas? Hindi a. Ba't naman ako iiwas?"&lt;/em&gt; (Pansin ko lang hanggang ngayon, ganito dialogue ko kapag nabubuking ako.. hahaha). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pero hindi na talaga rin masyado kami nag-usap nun. Hanggang sa malapit nang maggraduation. Tumatawag siya sa amin noon lagi para magpadictate ng mga sagot sa review tests namin. Ewan ko nga kung bakit all of a sudden biglang ako yung naisipan niyang tawagan. At parang engot lang na hindi ba siya nakapakinig sa&amp;nbsp;teachers namin nung umagang yun para tawagan pa ako at ulitin ko lang din mga sinabi ng teachers namin?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapos nung malapit nang mag-graduation ball noon, nagkasabay kami ulit pauwi. Kasama niya yung bestfriend niya, tapos kasama ko naman bestfriend ko. Ganito naging usapan namin:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bestfriend niya:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Camille hindi kayo pupunta sa gradball?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HC:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hindi naman pupunta yang mga yan e.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oo hindi kami pupunta kasi may sarili kaming party e&lt;/em&gt; (sabay tawa ng pilit).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HC:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Alam mo Camille, maraming madidisappoint na mag-aalok sa iyo kung hindi ka pupunta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At sabi naman ng mahadera kong bestfriend, kasali raw si HC dun. Parang pinariringgan niya ako at that time "daw". Pero nabalitaan ko after nung grad ball, nakasayaw niya yung sinasabing crush daw niya sa classroom namin e and they looked good together. Habang tinutukso siya at that time, niloloko rin ako ng bestfriend ko noon. Sabi ba naman sa akin, &lt;em&gt;"Hala Camille, iyak na. Iyak na!"&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha. Bwiset siya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapos siyempre wala nang communication after ng highschool. Nung nagtatrabaho na lang ulit ako sa Bahrain. Minsan-minsan nakakapag-usap kami sa YM. Pinost ko pa nga yata yung ilan sa Multiply blog ko e. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At saka pala kanina nagkausap din kami. Medyo weird pero in a good way naman ang feeling ko sa kanya. Kasi super nagbago na siya. Hindi na siya yung dati na parang tuod na walang emosyon, at sobrang tahimik na tao. Ngayon, mas sociable na siya, marunong na mag-approach at nagkukwento na. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nagtaka siya sa shout-out ko kanina kasi it's about my crush who's an Indian doctor na ikakasal na today. I call him &lt;em&gt;Mcdreamy&lt;/em&gt;. Nagtaka tuloy si HC kung sino raw si Mcdreamy at siyempre naikwento ko. Hanggang sa nauwi ang kwentuhan sa kasal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ikaw kelan ka magpapakasal?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HC:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Kapag umibig na.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Weh hindi ka pa umiibig?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HC:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Bata pa ako para isipin ang mga ganung bagay...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At nauwi ang kwentuhan sa mga pinaggagagawa namin nung highschool kami. Nung seatmates pa kami, review partners, kopyahan buddies, at mga kung anu-ano pa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nakakamiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nakakakilig pa rin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nothing beats highschool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Iba pa rin si Highschool crush. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570452026413285973-2601194428559487575?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/2601194428559487575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=2601194428559487575&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/2601194428559487575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/2601194428559487575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/03/si-highschool-crush.html' title='Si Highschool crush :)'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-1693830874518562947</id><published>2010-03-23T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T19:48:51.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><title type='text'>What's with pride?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Minsan may mga bagay kang gustong tanungin at linawin pero kaya mo kayang itanong o hindi na lang kasi may pride ka? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Paano kung matatahimik ka lang kapag nalaman mo yung kasagutan kahit masakit&amp;nbsp;(or hindi masakit kasi hindi mo pa talaga alam), go ka ba or huwag na lang kasi may pride ka?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ang labo pare!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570452026413285973-1693830874518562947?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/1693830874518562947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=1693830874518562947&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/1693830874518562947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/1693830874518562947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/03/whats-with-pride.html' title='What&apos;s with pride?'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-4842814880313686990</id><published>2010-03-15T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T17:11:17.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>How to avoid being clingy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, when I like someone, I tend to be clingy with him. I always want to talk to him, see him, and share stories with him. Of course, I like the person that's why I'm interested&amp;nbsp;in knowing him. But I guess, this habit of mine is really unhealthy. My friends&amp;nbsp;even said&amp;nbsp;that I'm PARANOID (Oh yeah, I've heard it for more than 10 times now!). But I can't help it! I always think of negative things whenever he would not call me throughout the day. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So to help myself from being a&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;clingy&lt;/em&gt;-freak, I googled this topic and I would like to share these steps to those girls (or even guys) who want to change their attitude for a loving and healthier relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HOW TO AVOID BEING CLINGY:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trust the other person totally.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They are not like your ex, and will not do the same thing to you.&lt;/strong&gt; Not every man or every woman is out to break your heart or steal your money. &lt;/em&gt;Relax and do not blow a good relationship because you feel selfish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Realize that the one you love is in love with who you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;That will not change unless you continue to be selfish and that will only serve to drive that person away. &lt;em&gt;Be yourself, the person they fell in love with and not the person who clings and is selfish. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Keep yourself busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;When you feel like being clingy usually, it is because you are lonely and keeping busy will eliminate that need. &lt;/em&gt;Find a hobby, read a book, visit a friend, or clean your house from top to bottom do anything you can do to avoid being selfish. (Or in my case, REVIEW!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Realize that the one you love has a life which you are a part of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;You are not that person's whole life and you should not consume them&lt;/em&gt;, for that only brings heartbreak to both of you. Do not try to consume their every waking moment of their life; they have jobs and a life outside of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allow the person to be themselves.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You fell in love with that person because of whom they were, and if you cling to them for life support then you are changing them from whom you love. &lt;em&gt;You should never want to change someone you love. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Realize that if you try to control the actions of the one you profess to love, you will lose that person.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Let that person be him or herself. For &lt;em&gt;if you try to control they will high tail it out of the relationship&lt;/em&gt;, as no one likes to be controlled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my case, well I guess I'm still having problems regarding trust issues. Maybe putting up high walls for my defense, is really not a good idea. Eventhough I wanted to give my whole trust to someone, I still have this fear that he might broke it and I will be&amp;nbsp;in pain&amp;nbsp;again. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I'm trying. I'm trying to break the walls and to trust someone again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just hope he is true enough and will wait for me when the time comes that I'm ready to be with him. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*Oo nga pala. Si Juan ay si Juan at si Pedro ay si Pedro. Hindi sila magkaparehas at magkaibang tao sila.*&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/8570452026413285973-4842814880313686990?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/4842814880313686990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=4842814880313686990&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/4842814880313686990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/4842814880313686990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-to-avoid-being-clingy.html' title='How to avoid being clingy'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-8017188860672398096</id><published>2010-03-12T20:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T18:05:21.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Hanep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ang bilis talaga ng DHL. Natanggap ko na kahapon yung mga papers na kailangan ko. Nagsabi na rin ako dun sa nag-aayos ng visa ko sa Dubai na ok na at pwede na nilang simulang ayusin yung papers ko dun. Nagreply naman siya agad. Sabi niya, pwede na raw ako magpabooked ng end of March. Ang bilis din talaga ng panahon ano? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Masaya ba ako?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sa totoo lang, eto yung hindi ko maintindihan sa sarili ko. Kapag nasa Pinas ako, gusto kung umalis at makapagtrabaho na ulit sa ibang bansa. Kapag nasa ibang bansa na ako, gusto ko na ulit umuwi at makasama ang mga mahal ko sa buhay. Kahapon nung nareceive ko yung papers ko, medyo nalungkot ako. Inaasahan ko kasi next week ko pa marereceive yun. Sabi kasi ng DHL sa akin last week, 7 working days daw excluding weekends. So ang bilang ko talaga, sa Tuesday next week ko pa marereceive. E pero ganun e. Nareceive ko na kahapon. Dapat nga di ba nagpapasalamat ako at naayos nang maaga! Haha. Ang gulo ko lang talaga. Sabi ko nga e. Bipolar ako.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kaya rin siguro hindi ako masyadong masaya na natapos ko nang ayusin yung papers ko ay dahil ang dami ko pang pending na lakad. Sa totoo lang, modesty aside, ang hirap maging Ms. Congeniality. Masaya ako na ang dami kong kaibigan, ang dami kong grupong sinalihan, at ang daming nagmamahal sa akin. Super natouched ako na ang daming nagtext, natuwa, at gustong makipagkita muna sa akin bago ako bumalik ng Dubai. Pero sad to say, kaunti pa lang ang nakasama kong friends. Sana naman maintindihan ako ng iba kong kaibigan na nahihirapan din naman akong i-schedule ang sarili ko sa lahat ng lakad ko. Gusto ko silang lahat makita at maibigay yung mga pasalubong ko. Ang kaso lang, nagrereview din naman ako, at sa totoo lang, tinitipid ko rin yung allowance na binigay sa akin nila mama dahil nga mamamasahe pa ako pabalik sa Dubai. Sana naman maintindihan nila na may mga bagay na ganito na kahit gusto mo naman talagang sumama, may priorities ka ring iba na mas dapat mauna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pero promise. Ta-try ko namang pangatawanan ang pagiging kaibigan ko sa inyo. I'll try my best to meet you guys before I leave. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At nakakatawa ang romantic horoscope ko kanina sa FB. Pakibasa lalo na yung last line...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S5ossK6PApI/AAAAAAAAAJM/MQMyf0JXuao/s1600-h/lovehoroscope.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="161" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S5ossK6PApI/AAAAAAAAAJM/MQMyf0JXuao/s400/lovehoroscope.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Pakiclick na lang po to enlarge image. Kasi kapag nilakihan ko, hindi kakasya sa border)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Haha.. parang saktong-sakto na ewan ko. Nakakalungkot na ewan ko rin tuloy nararamdaman ko naman dito :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, bahala na. Lubusin ang mga natitirang araw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;PS: Naalis si Adam Lambert sa American Idol!!!!! Yung bet ko na mananalo from my previous entry. Ano ba yan. Mukhang lagi na lang mali instinct ko ngayon a. What's happening???!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570452026413285973-8017188860672398096?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/8017188860672398096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=8017188860672398096&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/8017188860672398096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/8017188860672398096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/03/hanep.html' title='Hanep'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S5ossK6PApI/AAAAAAAAAJM/MQMyf0JXuao/s72-c/lovehoroscope.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-155443790036483126</id><published>2010-03-10T12:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:24:19.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaints'/><title type='text'>Bipolar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The heat yesterday was just so insane! Eventhough my electric fan was&amp;nbsp;on all throughout the day, it&amp;nbsp;didn't do any&amp;nbsp;help. I only&amp;nbsp;turn my aircon on&amp;nbsp;for 3 hours during night to save electricity since I'll be needing more money for my trip&amp;nbsp;to Dubai soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know if it was&amp;nbsp;just because of the heat, or maybe hormonal imbalance (again), or maybe I was just not in&amp;nbsp; the good mood yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe I'll be receiving my authenticated&amp;nbsp;HS&amp;nbsp;credentials next week, already sealed by UAE embassy. I just hope it will be finished as soon as possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to leave now. I want to go back to Dubai and leave all my problems here behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know this is where I'm good at. Running away and never facing my own dilemmas in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lord please give us some rain. Not like Ondoy but something to relieve us from this intense heat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS: I saw this in my friend's FB and somehow, I got affected! Haha. Shet! But I already stopped my "stalking" habit since friendster days. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S5edOWocfBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/btBU8HYZCV4/s1600-h/ex.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S5edOWocfBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/btBU8HYZCV4/s320/ex.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Did this affect you too? Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570452026413285973-155443790036483126?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/155443790036483126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=155443790036483126&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/155443790036483126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/155443790036483126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/03/bipolar.html' title='Bipolar'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S5edOWocfBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/btBU8HYZCV4/s72-c/ex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-4159718359484030621</id><published>2010-03-06T17:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T17:37:01.023+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Update :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nakuha ko na kahapon ang pinakamamahal kong red-ribboned HS TOR, diploma, at certificate of graduation. Ang tagal namin sa DFA, which is somewhere in Baclaran (yata?) na. Bagong building na super lamig. E ang suot ko medyo manipis na blouse kasi mainit sa biyahe. O di kamusta naman na ako nung nasa loob ako ng DFA? Hahaha. Wow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapos pinadala ko na rin siya sa DHL para mapatatakan na nila sa UAE embassy, kasama yung PRC license ko. Ang mahal! Umabot ng halos Php4k yung lahat ng yun. UAE embassy seal lang yun a. Gawa ba sa ginto yun? Ayun. 7 working days daw, excluding weekends. Kaya this coming monday pa ang start. At least may nangyayari naman na. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*********************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nanonood pala ako ng American Idol Season 9. Hindi ko pa sila lahat masyado kilala kasi I just started watching this week. I have a few favorites na rin naman at isa rito ay si Alex Lambert. This guy is just so shy lalo na last week. Pero etong performance niyang ito, wow. Superb! Hehe. Siya ang&amp;nbsp;bet kong mananalo this season. :) Pustahan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gYL2-h4jypQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gYL2-h4jypQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;At hindi ka ba naman matunaw sa tuwing ifo-focused siya ng camera? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from Dingdong Dantes and Victor Basa, eto ang lalakeng nakakakilig panoorin para sa akin.. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570452026413285973-4159718359484030621?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/4159718359484030621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=4159718359484030621&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/4159718359484030621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/4159718359484030621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/03/update.html' title='Update :)'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-498339532374855611</id><published>2010-03-04T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:35:58.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>You give me something</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was watching American Idol last night and one of the contestants sang this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You give me something by James Morrison&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zfCgermqdFA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zfCgermqdFA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You give me something that makes me scared, alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This could be nothing, but I'm willing to give it a try :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've found out something yesterday which made me a bit shocked. But as the hours passed last night, I realized that we all have our fair-share of first love, one true love, first heartache, and the likes. Only a few among us are very lucky to have their first love&amp;nbsp;as their partners for a long time. Even soulmates don't end up with each other. And we&amp;nbsp;all are&amp;nbsp;not sure of what tomorrow might bring to us. We will never know who's really the one for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I still believe in destiny. That no matter how long and&amp;nbsp;how many obstacles you've faced in your lifetime, if&amp;nbsp;two people&amp;nbsp;are meant for each other, then God will make a way to keep them together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570452026413285973-498339532374855611?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/498339532374855611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=498339532374855611&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/498339532374855611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/498339532374855611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-give-me-something.html' title='You give me something'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-6569280928226920677</id><published>2010-03-01T18:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T19:30:11.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><title type='text'>Growing apart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another thing that I also fear in having relationships is that it is not forever. Even married couples for a long time grow apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For example, my parents who are both living in Bahrain. In the same house under one roof as husband and wife. But not in the same bed and they are not talking to each other for quite some time now. When I was still in Dubai, one has to call me to relay one's message to the other. I hate it. Not only because I don't have enough balance to call them, but they both know that I'm also busy finding a job at that time. One time I even told my Dad that it's their problem and I have mine too so they should just fix it with themselves. I actually felt sorry after&amp;nbsp;I said that. Maybe I was just feeling a bit pressured at that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Until now that I'm back here in the Philippines, they are still not talking to each other. But they still&amp;nbsp;do their responsibilities as husband and wife. Like my Dad would pick up my Mom from work, and my Mom would still do the laundry for the both of them. But that's it. Every Friday (considered as a day off&amp;nbsp;in Middle East) I talk to my Mom via webcam, but without my Dad. He's either in his friend's house or in church. I miss my Dad actually. I haven't seen him via webcam for a long time now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even when I was still there in Bahrain, they were already having some problems. My Dad said if it wasn't for me, maybe he would have left my Mom a long time ago. He's been a very good father&amp;nbsp;to me. He makes impossible things happen for the sake of our family. I know, for the past&amp;nbsp;10 or 12&amp;nbsp;years of my life, he's been trying to patch things up&amp;nbsp;between the two of them. Before I left Bahrain, he promised me that he will do everything to make their relationship work. But I don't know what will happen now that it's been months since the last time they talked to each other. Everytime I talk to one of them, one will say something bad about the other. It's very difficult to pretend that I'm fine with what's been happening to our family. I'm trying my best to smile and to keep our conversations light, but somehow, deep inside, I am hurting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have so many issues in life that I've been trying to fix right now. It's sad that the people who are very dear to me are adding up to my problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I find it weird that for almost 24 years of their marriage, they are still having these misunderstandings. I just hope everything will be fine as soon as possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Plus the pressure of my upcoming exam on April (I know, a month early for this) makes me more stressed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570452026413285973-6569280928226920677?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/6569280928226920677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=6569280928226920677&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/6569280928226920677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/6569280928226920677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/03/growing-apart.html' title='Growing apart'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-69240739989333804</id><published>2010-02-24T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:49:15.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Reasons to be happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wala akong ibang nararamdaman ngayon kundi pure happiness (aside sa sumasakit na puson dahil first day ko.. hahaha binlog pa e noh). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;Naaayos ko na unti-unti ang papers ko. Tapos na siya sa Dep ed. Kukunin ko na siya by next week sa DFA at naka-red ribbon na. Dadalhin ko na yun after sa DHL para patatakan nila sa UAE embassy. Hindi naman pala ganun katagal din e. So one problem, almost solved!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;Yung magiging kasamahan ko sa work sa Dubai, lagi akong tinatanong kung ano ng balita sa akin para raw mapaayos na niya yung visa ko. Sobrang thankful ako na napunta ako sa kanila kasi talagang tinutulungan naman nila ako. Gratitude ko na sa kanila na ipasa ko yung exam ko sa April.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;Yung isa sa mga naging kaclose kong doktor sa ospital na pinagtrabahuan ko sa Bahrain dati ay ginreet ako sa fb ko. Nangangamusta. Talagang super touched ako nung binati niya ko. Actually kapag naaalala ko nga sila sa ngayon, yung mga kasamahan ko dun sa ospital na yun, naiiyak ako. Ako lang ang bukod tanging pinay nurse dun at lahat sila halos Indians. Pero mababait sila sa akin talaga. Magkakaiba man sa language, culture, religion, at POV sa buhay, masasabi kong maswerte ako dahil napasama ako sa kanila. Hindi naman lahat ng&amp;nbsp;kalahi nila&amp;nbsp;ay masama ang ugali. Parang Pinoy din. Hindi lahat dapat pagkatiwalaan. Pare-parehas lang tayong lahat na gawa ni God. Minsan, nagi-guilty ako dahil sa mga pinagsasabi ko sa dati kong blog about sa kanila. Siguro dala lang yun ng frustration ko sa work ko dun. Pero ganunpaman, I'm very grateful to them for giving me a wonderful working experience, and of course, for the friendship and trust&amp;nbsp;that they've given me until now. I'm glad I have Indian friends! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;Nagkasama-sama na naman kami ng mga kabarkada ko nung HS. Nagpaintball kami at sleep over nung Monday! Hehe. Ang saya-saya lang! I love you so much my BFFs!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S4UaKZYdUcI/AAAAAAAAAIs/DdhWL0eHF2E/s1600-h/maartepaintball.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S4UaKZYdUcI/AAAAAAAAAIs/DdhWL0eHF2E/s320/maartepaintball.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Hahaha.. kinikilig yata ako habang nilalagyan ni Kuya ng gear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S4UZupP5uiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/NcUzVpLzX4k/s1600-h/DSC03117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S4UZupP5uiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/NcUzVpLzX4k/s320/DSC03117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Green team vs. Black team (Siyempre nanalo kami! Hahaha. Over-all champion yata ako! :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S4UaOeq_-NI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bxkRvM5juJ0/s1600-h/green+team.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S4UaOeq_-NI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bxkRvM5juJ0/s320/green+team.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;David Garcia Jrs. ang dating namin dito a!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Medyo ibinababa ko na ang walls ko. :) E kasi, pinangaralan ako ng isang tao. Yung walls ko raw lampas-lampasan na sa ulo ko (di ba nga sabi ko rin sa last entry ko nahihirapan din naman talaga ako). Fine, nakamoved on daw ako sa isang taong minahal at pinahalagahan ko noon na nauwi sa wala, pero dun sa situation na sinasabi kong ayaw ko nang balikan, yung pagiging takot kong maging pathetic, hindi raw. Kaya raw ako takot magtry kasi iniisip ko na masasaktan ako kaya umiiwas na ako agad. Which is true naman talaga. Kumbaga raw, hindi ko pa sinasagot ung lalake, iniisip ko na yung stage na masasaktan na ako! Hahaha parang praning lang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Oo, si &lt;em&gt;"O" &lt;/em&gt;yung nagsabi ng mga yan. Matanda na kasi kaya maraming nalalaman sa buhay! hahahaha. Ang natutuwa naman ako sa kanya, hindi niya ako pinepressure. Alam niya naman kasi na marami pa akong inaayos as of now, lalo na yung exam ko sa April. Sinusuportahan naman niya ako. At saka for the first time, parang sa kanya ko nafeel na hindi ko kailangang magworry na baka bukas wala na siya. Well, sana nga ganun. Basta, masarap lang ulit kiligin! hahahaha. arte lang e noh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Hay Lord. Salamat ng sobra. Parang sobrang okay nga na umuwi muna ako. Well, marami pa akong mga pending na lakad. Marami pa kong pasalubong na hindi pa nabibigay.. hehe. Sana naman maibigay ko rin yun bago ako mag-fly away ulit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ang tanging ikinakakaba ko as of now, e yung nalalapit kong oral exam!!!!!!!! Nyay!!!! Nagrereview-review na rin naman ako. Kaso siyempre, praning ako, maski feeling ko hindi naman tatanungin sa akin e pinagkakaabalahan ko ng panahon. Nao-overwhelmed tuloy ako. Kaya sabi nung mga nakapasa ko nang co-workers ko dun sa Dubai, huwag ko raw pahirapan sarili ko sa pagrereview. Major diseases lang daw nga. Huwag i-memorize, intindihin lang. OKAY! Sige ganun na nga lang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Pero nonetheless, super happy ako. :)))))))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS: Pinangalanan ko itong blog kong ito ng &lt;em&gt;Everything but love life&lt;/em&gt; kasi sabi ko, malas ako sa parteng yun kaya ayoko na lang iblog. Pero mukhang these last few entries ko e tungkol dun. Hmmmm... Baka mapalitan ko na rin yung title ng blog kong ito a! Hahahaha. Joke. It's too early to say that. I'm just glad I have someone to cheer me up. :) (Shet, wala nang katapusang smiley ang entry na to a! hahaha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570452026413285973-69240739989333804?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/69240739989333804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=69240739989333804&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/69240739989333804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/69240739989333804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/02/reasons-to-be-happy.html' title='Reasons to be happy'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S4UaKZYdUcI/AAAAAAAAAIs/DdhWL0eHF2E/s72-c/maartepaintball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-4948413654623808770</id><published>2010-02-20T18:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T18:58:42.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The sturdy walls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Believe it or not, I started reviewing just&amp;nbsp;a few minutes ago&amp;nbsp;for my oral examinations on the 15th of April. Then I got bored just by scanning my thick (actually my friend's since I borrowed it from her) Medical-Surgical Nursing book. &lt;em&gt;Gahd! Why do we have to take examinations all the time?! Tsk.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So&amp;nbsp;I'll just make a short blog entry about an sms sent to me yesterday by a friend:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They met...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the timing isn't right..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She has her reasons and he has his..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They're both confused..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So they decided to part ways..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She wants him to wait, he said he will..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever it takes..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Years later, they saw each other again..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..but too much time has passed..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;too late to make it work..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People change, so does the heart..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seize the moment..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For in truth..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nobody waits forever. :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;----&amp;gt; made me more scared than ever! haha If you are a friend of mine who's been reading this blog for quite some time, you probably read my entry about me having my walls to prevent myself from getting hurt all the time.&amp;nbsp;Mind you, it isn't easy to have&amp;nbsp;those.&amp;nbsp;Most of the time, I feel like I have two persons inside me, telling me to believe and be positive, and the other one telling me the exact opposite. Sometimes, I'd like to lower down my walls just to at least give someone a chance or the benefit of the doubt that maybe, &lt;em&gt;just maybe&lt;/em&gt;,&amp;nbsp;he won't hurt me like the previous ones. But since these walls of mine are built after a long time now,&amp;nbsp;they became a bit sturdier than before, that even I could not break it. I'm still dwelling with trust issues, insecurities, and a lot of pressure from my&amp;nbsp;responsibilities that I must accomplish within a short span of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I sometimes thought that I hope I never built that walls in the first place. After all, being hurt and scared are all part of loving. It is not always rainbows and butterflies. In order for love to grow and be strong, we should take chances and believe that there is still a happy ending. Because if we continue to be scared of being hurt again, then we'll never be able to love and be loved again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then I saw this status message from my friend in facebook:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The thing is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just have to choose who is worth the pain."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As of now, I'm still in the process of trying to break down my walls. But maybe, taking a&amp;nbsp;shot at this time is worth giving a try. I don't know.&amp;nbsp;We never know&amp;nbsp;what's the best decision anyway unless we try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pero natatakot pa rin akong maramdaman ulit ang selos, paranoia, disappointments, and everythAng else na kaakibat ng feeling na ayokong maramdaman sa ngayon!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570452026413285973-4948413654623808770?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/4948413654623808770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=4948413654623808770&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/4948413654623808770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/4948413654623808770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/02/sturdy-walls.html' title='The sturdy walls'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-103732949151373931</id><published>2010-02-17T17:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T17:36:45.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaints'/><title type='text'>Oh hello, Manila!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am back. Nung Vday pa. Humabol! hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ika-3rd day ko na ngayon. Ano nang nagawa ko? Puros kaartehan pa lang naman! Hahaha. Pampering myself and bonding with my BFF. :) Pero inaayos ko na rin naman yung mga papeles na kailangan ko. Pumunta nga ko sa school ko kanina na pinag-aralan ko nung elem at highschool. Nagrequest ng TOR at diploma. 1 week ko pa hihintayin. So, that leaves me, 3 weeks? Ipupunta ko pa yun sa Dep ed na covered yung school ko. Bago ipunta sa DFA. At ipunta sa DHL para patatakan nila ng UAE embassy seal. Hindi ko alam kung kaya yan ng 1 month. Sana naman makaya. Kung hindi naman, siguro baka pwedeng ipa-DHL na lang din sa akin if ever makabalik na ako ng Dubai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Magrereview rin ako. Sana this week, makagawa na ako ng reviewer para pwede ko na lang basa-basahin. Tapos siyempre, I have to allot time to spend time with&amp;nbsp;my friends again. Feeling ko hindi talaga enough yung time para magawa ko lahat ng ito. Pero I have faith naman kay God at sa sarili ko. Kaya ko ito! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hay, sa dami nito, san pa kita ilalagay sa schedule ko? Sa totoo lang, ginugulo mo lang buhay ko. Pero masaya naman ako na ikaw ang nanggugulo.. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570452026413285973-103732949151373931?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/103732949151373931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=103732949151373931&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/103732949151373931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/103732949151373931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-hello-manila.html' title='Oh hello, Manila!'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-4356054985583829059</id><published>2010-02-11T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T17:17:31.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><title type='text'>I Love this! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hahaha.. I have always wanted to have animated pics/gif of my face. Finally! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks to Gickr.com. Non-techie like me can make something like this in an instant! haha So love this! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gickr.com/results4/anim_a9e6082c-4b1e-9624-a530-334d15129e5e.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://gickr.com/results4/anim_a9e6082c-4b1e-9624-a530-334d15129e5e.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I wonder if I can make this as my profile pic in facebook. Maybe not? Haha. O well, I also added my facebook account on the right side of this blog. However, I'll only add bloggers I know (through comments, blog roll, and tagboard). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;So there. Camille is not an anonymous faceless blogger anymore. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/8570452026413285973-4356054985583829059?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/4356054985583829059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=4356054985583829059&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/4356054985583829059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/4356054985583829059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-this.html' title='I Love this! :)'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-7434676764791057369</id><published>2010-02-08T14:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T15:19:43.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Happy hearts day everyone!</title><content type='html'>For all the pics, credit goes to Plats. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S25wQzkTF1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/vaxIzpjwSHY/s1600-h/assuming.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S25wQzkTF1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/vaxIzpjwSHY/s320/assuming.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Akala ko rin hindi about sa reporting ito! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S25wmCBtJbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/a5iz1zHpozk/s1600-h/assuming2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S25wmCBtJbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/a5iz1zHpozk/s320/assuming2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kung bakit kasi may mga pa-&lt;em&gt;fall&lt;/em&gt;?! O di sana walang assuming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S25w79p0zNI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wmScsTyOd_Q/s1600-h/stalk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S25w79p0zNI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wmScsTyOd_Q/s320/stalk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Proven and affected! Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S2-zDIidXpI/AAAAAAAAAG8/X-ZPgds4fs0/s1600-h/unforgettable.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S2-zDIidXpI/AAAAAAAAAG8/X-ZPgds4fs0/s320/unforgettable.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Or memorize talaga yung number niya! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S2-zjfYehRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hZqrHOXKtDc/s1600-h/guy+bestfriend.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S2-zjfYehRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hZqrHOXKtDc/s320/guy+bestfriend.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uh-hum... &lt;/em&gt;:o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;A bit early for this greeting, I know. But I'm still anticipating Feb 14 of this year because of 3 reasons: PBB double up big night &lt;em&gt;(Melay for the big winner! wohoo!!)&lt;/em&gt;, expiration date of my visa &lt;em&gt;(haha)&lt;/em&gt;, and simply because it's Valentine's day. Who said it's only for couples? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S2-3ftL9JPI/AAAAAAAAAHU/fSilEa8OcB0/s1600-h/loveforever.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S2-3ftL9JPI/AAAAAAAAAHU/fSilEa8OcB0/s400/loveforever.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Again, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;Happy Valentine's day! Much love and kisses!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;--- **cutiemaartie.blogspot.com** :)&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/8570452026413285973-7434676764791057369?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/7434676764791057369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=7434676764791057369&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/7434676764791057369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/7434676764791057369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-hearts-day-everyone.html' title='Happy hearts day everyone!'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S25wQzkTF1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/vaxIzpjwSHY/s72-c/assuming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-6258406108974856216</id><published>2010-02-05T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T02:03:15.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The old Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Usapan namin ng friend ko kanina sa ym:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Sana yung dating Camille ang naabutan niya.. hehehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Na? Yung banat ng banat? hahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Oo. Yung Camille na hindi pa takot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Iniisip ko yan simula pa kanina. Siguro nga, sobrang natakot na ako na masaktan ulit kaya ganito ako ngayon. Ngayon kasi, dinibdib ko na masyado ang mga katagang &lt;em&gt;"Guard your heart."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hindi ako ganito noon, promise. Noon, utu-uto ako, madaling mabola, at madaling ma-&lt;em&gt;fall&lt;/em&gt;. At madalas akong masaktan dahil sa kashungahan kong ganyan. Madalas akong umiyak, madalas magpakapathetic, at ang laging sumbungan ay ang dakilang blog na mababasa ng ibang tao. Tapos mababasa ko ulit yun after some time, at eeewwwness naman talaga! Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ayoko na nang ganun. Kaya tinuruan ko sarili ko maging numb. I put walls around myself. Sa bawat actuations ng kung sinuman (mostly lalakeng nagpapacute), lahat nilalagyan ko ng negative meaning. Lagi kong sinasabi sa sarili ko na, &lt;em&gt;hindi rin yan magtatagal katulad ng iba. Huwag ka mag-invest ng special feelings mo diyan.&lt;/em&gt; Masasabi kong it worked naman for me. Kumbaga, mas pinapagana ko na kasi yung utak ko. Hindi na yung lagi nadadaan sa emosyon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Minsan, ang dami kong tanong na gustong itanong, ang dami kong bagay na gusto kong gawin, pero dahil I have my walls around me, I was restricted. Limited yung kilos ko. Dapat eto lang ang sasabihin, dapat eto lang ang ipaparamdam. Nothing more, nothing less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mahirap din pala. Hindi ko masabi lahat ng gusto kong sabihin kasi nga natatakot ako na baka pag may mali akong nasabi o nagawa, mawawala yung isang bagay/tao na mahalaga sa akin. Hindi ko alam kung tama ba yung ginagawa kong ganito. In fairness, wala pa namang nasisira na anuman. Hindi naman ako nasasaktan pa nang bonggang-bongga kagaya noon na kailangan kong iiyak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pero hindi rin naman ako masaya. So, ibig sabihin ba tama yung ginagawa ko?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nag-iingat lang naman kasi ako. Ayoko lang matulad sa dati na I always give chance pero sa huli ako yung umuuwing luhaan. Mahirap din kaya magmove on at mahirap magsimula ulit na parang walang nangyari!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Naalala ko tuloy yung sabi nung isa ko pang friend sa akin. Totoo raw yung kantang &lt;em&gt;I know I'll never love this way again.&lt;/em&gt; Kasi once you've been hurt by what had happened in the past, you'd be too cautious with your actions the next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hay, siguro nga totoo yung kantang yun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pero ayoko namang habambuhay akong takot. Siguro, darating din ang time na may isang taong makakatibag ng walls ko. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570452026413285973-6258406108974856216?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/6258406108974856216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=6258406108974856216&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/6258406108974856216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/6258406108974856216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/02/old-me.html' title='The old Me'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-4322465293172564719</id><published>2010-02-03T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T03:10:29.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheesy'/><title type='text'>My most favorite song of 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've blogged this &lt;a href="http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2009/12/anti-stress-buster.html"&gt;song&lt;/a&gt; before but this video is way cooler than the other video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So to all those cheesy, hopeless romantic, and jologs&amp;nbsp;as I am, enjoy this vid! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/67QM_REDeNk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/67QM_REDeNk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570452026413285973-4322465293172564719?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/4322465293172564719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=4322465293172564719&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/4322465293172564719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/4322465293172564719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-most-favorite-song-of-2009.html' title='My most favorite song of 2009'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-1197081436085132773</id><published>2010-02-02T03:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T03:53:47.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>Something light :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S2cpieuf1gI/AAAAAAAAAGc/KgSY91oxj0E/s1600-h/panget.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S2cpieuf1gI/AAAAAAAAAGc/KgSY91oxj0E/s320/panget.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you seen facebook nowadays? They have a lot of hilarious facebook applications that you can be a fan of. Take this&amp;nbsp;image (above) for instance.. Haha. I can't believe that 5 of my friends bought that and ended up being a fan! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;But I have to agree with this application. In my 23 years of living as a female specie in this world, &lt;em&gt;the-not-so-good-looking&lt;/em&gt; guys are actually more&amp;nbsp;of a ladies' magnet than the handsome ones. In my opinion, men who can handle witty conversations with the ladies, and those who can make us laugh are more charming than boring and vain pretty boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So if you're a guy reading this, there are still plenty of women who would choose men with brains than those who stare at their faces in the mirror every chance they get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough I've agreed with that application, I didn't click the became a fan button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a fan of &lt;em&gt;MELASON&lt;/em&gt; (Jason and Melissa's love team from PBB double up), &lt;em&gt;Vice Ganda&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Hindi ako nanglalait, sinasabi ko lang ang nakikita ko&lt;/em&gt;, and many other senseless (stupid.. haha) applications. I just so love facebook which made me delete my friendster account. Friendster has just become so boring after I've registered in facebook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, there's no doubt that friendster really made a huge impact in our networking lives. But then, facebook is more awesome! Haha.. sorry friendster. But remember that you would always be my first love that I will never forget. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570452026413285973-1197081436085132773?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/1197081436085132773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=1197081436085132773&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/1197081436085132773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/1197081436085132773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/02/something-light.html' title='Something light :)'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S2cpieuf1gI/AAAAAAAAAGc/KgSY91oxj0E/s72-c/panget.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-5753323407855687241</id><published>2010-01-31T03:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T03:19:07.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consequences'/><title type='text'>Super gulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hindi ko na naiintindihan. Ang gulo na talaga ng nangyayari sa buhay ko ngayon (kaya ulit Tagalog ito kasi sumasakit na ng todo ulo ko.. huhuhu).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sabi ko sa previous entry ko di ba okay na papers ko for exam. Ang problema ko na lang ay yung date ng exam di ba. Kaya napagdesisyunan ko na uuwi na muna (sana) ako ng Pinas for 35 days kasi nga malapit na mag-expire visa ko. Tapos sa Pinas na lang ako magrereview at ipagpapatuloy ko yung pagpapatatak ng UAE embassy sa documents ko. Excited na nga ako e. Namili na ako kahapon ng ilang pasalubong. Kaso kanina nung nasa ospital ako, nakausap ko yung doktor. Sabi niya, vivisahan na lang daw niya ako ng iba (secretary/receptionist) para hindi na ako umuwi. I-take ko na raw yung urgent exam which is sa Feb 17 nga. Sa totoo lang, dapat natutuwa ako di ba? Kasi less gastos yun sa pamasahe pauwi ng Pinas at pabalik ulit dito. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ang kaso, ang dami ko pa ring worries. Like yung TOR at diploma ko, tapos na yun sa DFA. Naka-red ribbon na sila, ang kaso wala pang UAE embassy seal. Pina-stop ko na dun sa stage na yun sa tita ko na tumutulong sa akin umayos nun na nasa Pinas. Sabi ko kasi, ako na lang mag-aayos pag-uwi ko. E kaso yun nga. Bigla namang nagbago na naman ang ihip ng hangin at eto, ipapa-rush ko na naman sa kanya yun. Hey buhey, you're so gulo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isa pa, ewan ko kung kaya kong mag-exam sa 17. Oral examinations dito e. Alam ko mas magaling ako sa written. Kabisote kasi ako e. Tapos pinepressure pa ako ng mga magiging kasamahan kong nurses dun sa trabaho. Sabi nila kaya ko raw yun kasi nga sa eskwelahan na pinag-graduate-an ko ng college. Sila nga raw galing sa ganitong nursing college lang, nakapasa, e di lalo na raw ako. Sa totoo lang, hindi ako natutuwa kapag sinasabi nila yun. Lalo akong nape-pressure na dapat mapasa ko yun. Hindi naman sa eskwelahan nakukuha yun e. Ewan ko rin kung bakit ako nakapasa sa entrance exam dun, sa cut-off grade, at higit sa lahat sa sandamakmak na exams na dinaanan ko nung college hanggang sa naka-graduate ako. In fairness, mas mataas din board rating ko sa kanila (hahaha.. yumayabang na ako sa part na to. Pero totoo yan nung nagkukwentuhan kami kanina). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pero bakit ganun? Parang sobrang nawala yung tiwala ko sa sarili ko. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pero gaya nga ng sinabi ko sa last entry ko, ibinigay na ni God sa akin itong chance na ito at hindi ko na dapat balewalain. Eto na nga e. Hindi na ako mag-e-exit sa Pinas. Ang kailangan ko na lang gawin ay manalangin na mapaayos agad papers ko, at siyempre magreview. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kaya ko ito. RN naman ako a. At graduate ako ng school ko! Yehes. I can do this baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kaya siguro, yung pag-uwi ng Pilipinas kahit excited at may mga pasalubong na ako, ipagpapaliban ko na muna. Babalik at babalik pa rin naman ako dun e. Hindi naman mawawala yun. Isa pa, ang mahalaga ngayon ay maayos ko muna yung buhay ko rito at makapagtrabaho nang makaipon. Dami ko na utang kina parents!&amp;nbsp; :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So eto. Andito pa rin ako. Go go go pa rin at fight fight fight! :) Hay Lord, please help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So magiging busy muna siguro ako these coming weeks. Sa pag-aayos ng papers, pagduduty, at pagrereview. Kaya ko ito!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;*********************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ako: E ikaw kamusta ka naman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: x-small;"&gt;O: Ok naman... masaya na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ako: E bat ka happy na?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: x-small;"&gt;O: Kasi uuwi ka na :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Last na usapan namin. Kaya excited na rin yata ako umuwi e. Ang kaso, hindi nga matutuloy siguro. Ganun e. Kailangan ko munang ayusin ang buhay ko. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;**********************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570452026413285973-5753323407855687241?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/5753323407855687241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=5753323407855687241&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/5753323407855687241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/5753323407855687241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/01/super-gulo.html' title='Super gulo'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-7320779217293753084</id><published>2010-01-27T02:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T12:34:11.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misadventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Prolonging the agony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just like what I've written in my previous entry, today, the 26th of the month, is the verdict on whether I got an approval for the&amp;nbsp;licensure&amp;nbsp;examination for nurses here in Dubai. &lt;em&gt;Guess what?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I took a cab going to Dubai heath care city and I arrived there at 10:30 am. I showed them my claim stub and they gave me back&amp;nbsp;my photocopied credentials with a note in front:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REJECTED: Please give us a copy of your professional certificate and licensure from Bahrain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, yes. I was prepared.&lt;/em&gt; I brought all my original documents and I just got a very-well written professional certificate from the hospital I've worked before in Bahrain. I can manage this one. &lt;em&gt;I thought.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I handed over&amp;nbsp;my professional certificate to the Emirati lady who was assessing my documents. But she was still asking for my license in Bahrain which I forgot to bring because I thought it wasn't needed anymore. Plus, I only have the photocopied&amp;nbsp;version of my license.&amp;nbsp;I wasn't able to get the original because I didn't finish the 2-year&amp;nbsp;contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Damn. Damn. Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I have to go back to our flat to get that piece of paper! I took a cab again. When I was already in our building, I told the driver to wait for me while I go upstairs to get my document. After less than 10 minutes or so, I came back and told him that he had to drop me again in that same building in Dubai health care city. So imagine how much I spent all in all in taking taxi cabs just to get that paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But it was all worth it. They approved my papers. &lt;em&gt;Hallelujah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Emirati lady was about to give me the schedule of my exam. She was asking whether I will take the regular one which will only cost me &lt;em&gt;160 dirhams&lt;/em&gt;, or the urgent/special one which will cost a &lt;em&gt;whooping 1100 dirhams.&lt;/em&gt; I asked her if I&amp;nbsp;would&amp;nbsp;take the regular one, when will be the earliest possible date that I can&amp;nbsp;have the exam. She checked her computer and said, "March 31." &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oh my god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; That's just too late. The expiration date of my visa is on Valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then I asked when will be the earliest possible&amp;nbsp;date if I take the urgent one. She answered, "February 17." &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oh my, oh my.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It's still late! 3 days late! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I told her that I'll come back again because I have to talk to my employer about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Evening, I went to the hospital and told the doctor about it. He told me to come back tomorrow in Dubai health care city&amp;nbsp;and asked them to fix my schedule of exam for an earlier date than the expiration of my visa. Anyway, that 1100 dirhams will be added on my first salary if ever I became settled here. And he told me to call him immediately if ever I wasn't able to get an earlier date for my exam. He is, by the way, the head of the Ministry of Health in Abu dhabi and Sharjah. But I'm in Dubai. So there. You get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wanted to cry. I wanted to complain. I wanted to ask, &lt;em&gt;why do I have to prolong this agony?&amp;nbsp;Were my sufferings and misadventures here not enough?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But all I can say to Him at this moment, is &lt;em&gt;thank you.&lt;/em&gt; At least I'm still hanging. I haven't won the fight yet, but I'm not yet a loser either. I still have a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God already gave me this chance. I should not just put this into waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do for now is hope, pray, and do whatever I can to make all these possible. &lt;em&gt;Aja!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update you soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;PS: Multiply the amount above by 12 if you want to convert them into Philippine peso. That's only my estimation, but still expensive, right? &lt;em&gt;All for the love of staying in Dubai!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And yeah, I have to get another quote box/fun box/something. My Bob Ong quotes from Komski expired&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/8570452026413285973-7320779217293753084?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/7320779217293753084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=7320779217293753084&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/7320779217293753084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/7320779217293753084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/01/prolonging-agony.html' title='Prolonging the agony'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-1311684813701512820</id><published>2010-01-23T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T02:00:43.830+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers'/><title type='text'>LSS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was singing this song for the whole week over and over again for no reason at all (I think). This song was actually old school but it has nice melody and great lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I Try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;em&gt;Macy Gray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zYSQMQy_rLw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zYSQMQy_rLw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the only song I've heard from Macy Gray (or I'm just not updated.. hehe) back then when she was famous. I wonder what happened to her career...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GOOD NEWS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I already received my original documents from Philippines last Thursday. I got&amp;nbsp;one authenticated (red-ribboned) by DFA, my professional registration certificate. My authenticated diploma and transcript are to follow. Yey! I'm just so happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you Lord. Thank you DHL! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm still waiting for my original professional certificate from the hospital I've worked before in Bahrain, which I should be receiving by tomorrow, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Regarding my application for&amp;nbsp;the department of health exam for nurses&amp;nbsp;here, I've already submitted my photocopied credentials last Tuesday. They told me to come back on the 26th and bring my originals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So there, I still have a shot on this one. I'm still hanging on! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lots of prayers and support from you guys will be very much appreciated. So, 'till here for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ta~ta!&lt;/em&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/8570452026413285973-1311684813701512820?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/1311684813701512820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=1311684813701512820&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/1311684813701512820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/1311684813701512820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/01/lss.html' title='LSS'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-2331200649000593129</id><published>2010-01-19T03:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T03:19:24.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers'/><title type='text'>Ang paghahanap ng trabaho sa Dubai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mahirap. Hindi biro. Lalo na't recession sa ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sa loob ng isang buwan at mahigit na paghahanap ng trabaho sa parteng ito ng Gitnang Silangan, masasabi kong swerte pa rin ako kumpara sa karamihan. Oo, alam ko, sinabi ko kanina, mahirap. E sa mahirap naman kasi talaga noh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lakad dito, lakad doon na yung varicose veins ko siguro abot na hanggang singit ko ngayon. Yung walking shoes at saka sandals ko nga, nawasak na dahil sa layo ng nilalakad ko everyday, every night. Magastos dahil mahal ang bayad sa taxi, halos sa isang araw e makaka-isang libong piso na ako sa pamasahe pa lang. May mga pagkakataon din na dadayuhin ko pa ang ibang emirates gaya ng Sharjah para lang magbakasaling swertihin. Kung may oras, pera, at mas malakas ang loob ko, baka pinatos ko pa yung mga for interviews ko sa Abu Dhabi, Ajman, at Al Ain. O di parang nalibot ko na buong UAE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At kung maswerte ka talagang gaya ko, makakakilala ka ng iba't-ibang klase ng bosses/employers. Oo maraming manyak dito, bastos, walang respeto, at mga nagmamarunong. Pero may karapatan ba akong magreklamo at magtaray? &lt;em&gt;Wala, dahil aplikante lang ako!&lt;/em&gt; Kaya all the way ng interview kahit gusto ko nang umiyak at mag-walk out, todo-smile pa rin ang drama ko. Ganun ang attitude dapat. Think positive, huwag kang aayaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Marami ka ring makikilalang mga kaibigan either by phone, kaparehas mong aplikante, napagtanungan mo ng direksyon, nakatabi mo sa bus, o di kaya nagkamali lang ng dial ng phone at na-i-dial ang number mo. Pero siyempre, dapat mag-iingat pa rin. Hindi naman lahat ng nakikilala araw-araw, maski kapareha man ng lahi e karapat-dapat nang pagkatiwalaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Damang-dama rin dito ang recession. Ang mga kasabayan ko sa mga interviews ay yung mga natanggal sa mga kumpanya dito dahil nga nalugi yung kumpanyang pinagtatrabahuan nila noon. Ngayon lang ako nakaranas na naka-schedule ako for interview, at maraming kasabay. Usually kasi noon, ako lang talaga ang iniinterview. Tapos natatanggap na ako agad. E ngayon, hindi. Sa dami ba naman ng kakumpetensiya ko, ang bata pa ng edad ko at kaunti ang working experience, &lt;em&gt;e saan na ako ipapadpad nito?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kaya pilit ko pa ring binalikan at pinagsusumikapan makakuha ng trabaho na in line sa aking kursong medikal. Nagkaroon din naman ako ng offers noh, hindi naman ako masyadong kawawa sa iniisip niyo (hahaha). Ang kaso, &lt;em&gt;choosy ako e&lt;/em&gt;. Gusto ko ospital na may magandang sahod. E yun pala, mahirap makahanap ng ganung trabaho sa ngayon dahil nga wala pa akong lisensiya dito! So dapat pala, kinuha ko na yung ibang offer noon e di sana tapos na ang problema ko sa ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ganunpaman, mabait talaga si Lord. Hindi Niya pa rin ako binibitiwan kahit pasaway ako sa Kanya. Meron na ulit offer na ospital sa akin. Kanina-kanina lang. O e anong dinadaldal-daldal ko rito? E tapos na pala ang problema ko e!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HINDI. Dito pumapasok ang mas marami kong problema. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mag-a-apply ako bukas (or this week) ng for examination sa DOH dito. Kailangan ko yung TOR, diploma, PRC certifications, certifications from previous employer ko na authenticated by UAE embassy sa Pinas. Ang tanong... &lt;em&gt;asan ang mga ito?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nasa Pilipinas at pinaprocess pa. Pinakamalinaw na matatanggap ko yun ay by feb pa raw. :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sabi ko nga kanina, siguro mas masakit yun tanggapin na uuwi ako (if ever) ng Pinas dahil kulang yung papeles ko at ako ang may kasalanan dahil hindi ko inayos dati pa. Kesa yung dahilan na uuwi ako ng Pinas dahil recession dito at walang employer na kumuha sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E hindi e. Meron. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pero ganunpaman, hindi pa rin ako nawawalan ng pag-asa. Alam ko may mas magandang plano si God. Isa pa, malay mo pwede pala ipa-rush yung mga dokumento ko. Basta Lord, hindi Kita pipilitin. Pero sana, please, please, please, please, pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaassssseeeee naman po. Sana para sa akin na ito. Promise Lord, hindi ko na itatakwil ang Nursing. I-e-embrace ko na ito nang bongga!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At Lord, salamat sa lahat ng pagsubok na ito. Alam ko, para ito sa ikabubuti ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alabyu!!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At siyempre, salamat sa mga taong patuloy na tumutulong at sumusuporta sa akin ngayon. Special shout-out kina &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inday Mechelle, Plats, Rona, Diday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Pati sa tita ko na nag-aayos ng papeles ko sa Pinas! (Bilisan mo!! hahaha). Sa mga magulang ko na patuloy na nagbibigay ng allowance ko na halos linggo-linggo na lang ay hinuhuthutan ko (makakabawi rin ako sa inyo). Sa tita ko na tumutulong sa akin dito at nagbigay ng libreng pabahay. Sa roommate niya rito na nagbigay ng libreng internet. Kay &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; na ever-supportive friend/blogmate ko na isang Dubayuki na pilit pinu-pull-out ang lahat ng resources niya para matulungan ako. Kay &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;em&gt;sa friend niya&lt;/em&gt; na nagpadala ng CV ko sa lahat ng emirates! hahaha. Sa lahat ng mga kablogs ko na patuloy pa ring nagbabasa ng blog ko ngayon, english man o tagalog.. haha (&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cleotie, Aubrey, Ems, Cha,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; atbp..). At pati na rin kay&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salamat ng marami. aysoooooooolabyu all!!! mwuah!&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/8570452026413285973-2331200649000593129?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/2331200649000593129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=2331200649000593129&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/2331200649000593129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/2331200649000593129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/01/ang-paghahanap-ng-trabaho-sa-dubai.html' title='Ang paghahanap ng trabaho sa Dubai'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-2286770454920867901</id><published>2010-01-17T16:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T16:33:14.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><title type='text'>Teacup story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Copied (with permission of course) from &lt;a href="http://the-storyteller.tabulas.com/2010/01/16/teacup-story/#2071985"&gt;Story teller&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was a couple who took a trip to England to shop in a beautiful antique store to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary. They both liked antiques and pottery, and especially teacups. Spotting an exceptional cup, they asked &lt;em&gt;"May we see that? We've never seen a cup quite so beautiful."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As the lady handed it to them, suddenly the teacup spoke, "You don't understand. I have not always been a teacup. There was a time when I was just a lump of red clay. My master took me and rolled me pounded and patted me over and over and I yelled out, 'Don't do that. I don't like it! Let me alone.' But he only smiled, and gently said; 'Not yet!'" "Then. WHAM! I was placed on a spinning wheel and suddenly I was spun around and around and around. 'Stop it! I'm getting so dizzy! I'm going to be sick,' I screamed. But the master only nodded and said, quietly; 'Not yet.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"He spun me and poked and prodded and bent me out of shape to suit himself and then… Then he put me in the oven. I never felt such heat. I yelled and knocked and pounded at the door. Help! Get me out of here! I could see him through the opening and I could read his lips as he shook his head from side to side, 'Not yet'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"When I thought I couldn't bear it another minute, the door opened. He carefully took me out and put me on the shelf, and I began to cool. Oh, that felt so good! Ah, this is much better, I thought. But, after I cooled he picked me up and he brushed and painted me all over. The fumes were horrible. I thought I would gag. 'Oh, please; Stop it, Stop it!' I cried. He only shook his head and said. 'Not yet!'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Then suddenly he put me back in to the oven. Only it was not like the first one. This was twice as hot and I just knew I would suffocate. I begged. I pleaded. I screamed. I cried. I was convinced I would never make it. I was ready to give up. Just then the door opened and he took me out and again placed me on the shelf, where I cooled and waited ------- and waited, wondering "What's he going to do to me next? An 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;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quietly he spoke: 'I want you to remember, then,' he said, 'I know it hurt to be rolled and pounded and patted, but had I just 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 know it hurt and it 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. If I hadn't put you back in that second oven, you wouldn't have survived for long because the hardness would not have held. Now you are a finished product. Now you are what I had in mind when I first began with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The moral of this story is this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God knows what He's doing for each of us. He is the potter, and we are His clay. He will mold us and make us, and expose us to just enough pressures of just the right kinds that we may be made into a flawless piece of work to fulfill His good, pleasing and perfect will.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So when life seems hard, and you are being pounded and patted and pushed almost beyond endurance; when your world seems to be spinning out of control; when you feel like you are in a fiery furnace of trials; when life seems to "stink", try this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Brew a cup of your favorite tea in your prettiest teacup, sit down and think on this story and then, have a little talk with the Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~ Author Unknown ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570452026413285973-2286770454920867901?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/2286770454920867901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=2286770454920867901&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/2286770454920867901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/2286770454920867901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/01/teacup-story.html' title='Teacup story'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-3100106936092456570</id><published>2010-01-14T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T03:55:19.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaints'/><title type='text'>Antipatikow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOSS:&lt;/strong&gt; You're only 23? So small! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APPLICANT: &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;thinking:&lt;/span&gt; "Duh. Is the word &lt;em&gt;'young'&lt;/em&gt; not included in your dictionary? I'm 5'4 &lt;em&gt;kaya&lt;/em&gt;!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOSS:&lt;/strong&gt; You know, we're looking for older than 25. I don't trust young people because they change minds easily. One day they're okay, the next day they're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APPLICANT:&lt;/strong&gt; But it can varies from one person to another, right? &lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;*smiles widely*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOSS:&lt;/strong&gt; Come here to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APPLICANT:&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;thinking:&lt;/span&gt; "Not another maniac on the loose?!") &lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;*stood up and went to the boss' table*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOSS:&lt;/strong&gt; Type something brief about yourself (on the laptop).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APPLICANT:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;*typing*&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;thinking:&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Forte ko na ito! Bilis ko kaya magtype. Rank 3 kaya ako sa Typing Maniac sa facebook."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOSS: &lt;/strong&gt;Why are you using only one finger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APPLICANT:&lt;/strong&gt; No sir, I'm using two! (forgot the word &lt;em&gt;hands&lt;/em&gt;! hahahaha) And sir, I can type fast. See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;After the APPLICANT finished typing a brief description about herself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOSS: &lt;/strong&gt;Why only these? (3 sentences)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APPLICANT:&lt;/strong&gt; You said to type only a brief description sir. That's brief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOSS:&lt;/strong&gt; Tell me more about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APPLICANT:&lt;/strong&gt; Both of my parents are working in Bahrain. My father is an engineer and my mother is an accountant. I'm an only child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOSS: &lt;/strong&gt;Are you sure? Maybe you don't know your father has 7 or 8 other children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APPLICANT:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;*smiles*&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;thinking:&lt;/span&gt; "Are you on drugs sir?!!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOSS:&lt;/strong&gt; Are you married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APPLICANT:&lt;/strong&gt; No. I'm single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOSS:&lt;/strong&gt; Do you have any children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APPLICANT:&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOSS:&lt;/strong&gt; Really? Maybe today you're saying that but the next day, you'll say you have 7 or 8 children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APPLICANT:&lt;/strong&gt; No sir. I really don't have. (&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;thinking:&lt;/span&gt; "Seriously sir, I think you're on drugs!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOSS:&lt;/strong&gt; Do you have a boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APPLICANT:&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOSS:&lt;/strong&gt; No? Here you don't have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APPLICANT:&lt;/strong&gt; No, sir. I don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOSS:&lt;/strong&gt; In the Philippines you don't have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APPLICANT:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't have also. (&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;thinking:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Wala nga e ha! Pagdukdukan ba sa aking single nga ako?!"&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOSS:&lt;/strong&gt; You know the supermarket there? &lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;*points at the window*&lt;/span&gt; There, you can get a boyfriend. Some are French, Indians, Locals, any nationalities. You can have your pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APPLICANT:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;*still smiles*&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;thinking:&lt;/span&gt; "Sir, if you don't want to accept me or I'm not qualified with the post, then just tell me. I'll gladly accept it. Don't torture me with your nasty attitude.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOSS:&lt;/strong&gt; Ok, I'll give you my number and call me tomorrow if you'd like to come back for an exam. Here's my number....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APPLICANT: &lt;/strong&gt;Ok sir. I'll just call you tomorrow morning. (&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;thinking:&lt;/span&gt; "In your dreams! Kiss my ass!!!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570452026413285973-3100106936092456570?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/3100106936092456570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=3100106936092456570&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/3100106936092456570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/3100106936092456570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/01/antipatikow.html' title='Antipatikow'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-1405299566635228497</id><published>2010-01-13T02:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T02:25:03.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Bungee Jumping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Ui, Tagalog ulit! Parang nagkakaroon tuloy ng pattern ang posting ko rito. English-Tagalog-English-Tagalog. Ewan. Basta.. read na lang!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S0y5XW4wsBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/N8LfEoeEn_8/s1600-h/bungee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S0y5XW4wsBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/N8LfEoeEn_8/s400/bungee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Parang ang saya magbungee jumping noh? Siguro super saya at thrilling ng experience na ito. Pero kasi, takot din ako e. Takot akong ma-&lt;em&gt;fall&lt;/em&gt;. Ayoko pa talaga. Paano kung walang sasalo sa akin sa ibaba, paano kung walang airbed/mattress dun? O di ang sakit. Mahirap kaya makarecover sa ganoong klase ng&amp;nbsp;pagkaka-&lt;em&gt;fall&lt;/em&gt; na walang sasalo sa iyo. Masakit yun sa &lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;puso&lt;/span&gt;, este sa buto at katawan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kaya ayoko ma-&lt;em&gt;fall&lt;/em&gt;. Pinipigilan ko. Pero kung halimbawang nakasuspend na ako sa air at nagstart nang magbungee jumping sa ngayon, ang estimation ko e malapit na ako sa ground. Malapit na akong ma-&lt;em&gt;fall&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kaya hindi pwede ito. Hindi talaga. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Huwag ka na kasi masyadong mabait. Huwag mo na ko kausapin muna. Huwag kang mangamusta. Huwag mo muna kong bolahin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Ewan kung yun yung tama. Ewan kung unfair ako sa gagawin ko pero kasi... ayoko nang ganito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hindi na muna kita kakausapin... kahit gusto ko. :(&lt;/em&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/8570452026413285973-1405299566635228497?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/1405299566635228497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=1405299566635228497&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/1405299566635228497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/1405299566635228497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/01/bungee-jumping.html' title='Bungee Jumping'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S0y5XW4wsBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/N8LfEoeEn_8/s72-c/bungee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-4621032719599320553</id><published>2010-01-12T16:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T16:36:45.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>A tribute to Rosanna Roces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not a fan of Rosanna but I like her before. Admit it. She still looks good in TV despite of her figure. She is brutally frank and just true to herself. But sometimes, she really goes too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(I know maybe to some people this issue is a week late especially to those in the Philippines, but I would just like to say my piece) Last week, she was a guest judge in &lt;em&gt;Showtime&lt;/em&gt;, a noontime talent/variety show in ABSCBN. She made a nasty comment about teachers (which is totally out of the context) which made MTRCB suspend the said show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ukq8_KfDDNI&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ukq8_KfDDNI&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i_tcczyndCQ&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i_tcczyndCQ&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rosanna Roces comments on teachers goes like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Murahin mo teacher mo ha, ako minura ko nung hindi nya nasagot sa akin yan. Walanghiya yang mga teacher na yan hindi sinasagot ang totoo sa atin eh.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Kayong mga kabataan huwag kayong makokontento sa itinuturo ng libro at ng teacher, magtatanong po kayo hindi masama iyon. Dahil ang mga teachers they were just repeaters. Itinuturo nila kung ano yung tinuro sa kanila, hindi na nila itinuturo kung anong gustong malaman ng mga bata.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I experienced having terror teachers, teachers who don’t know what they’re talking about, teachers who think they know everything (but actually they don’t), comical teachers who never earned their students’ respect, weird and out of this world teachers. But as what &lt;em&gt;Vice Ganda&lt;/em&gt; said, teachers, as a human being, also&amp;nbsp;make mistakes. I also had teachers who are very intelligent and passionate about their profession. I will be forever grateful to them for imparting their knowledge and for being our surrogate parents in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Special shout-out to my most favorite teachers all through-out my school life (Sorry if I’ve forgotten your complete names! Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms. Racquel V. Quimba&lt;/em&gt; (adviser/Math teacher, 1st grade), &lt;em&gt;Ms. Reyes &lt;/em&gt;(Math teacher, 2nd year highschool), &lt;em&gt;Ms. Panganiban&lt;/em&gt; (Filipino teacher, 4th year highschool), &lt;em&gt;Sir Origenes&lt;/em&gt; (Psychology/Social studies professor, 1st and 4th year college), &lt;em&gt;Ma'am Rouena Villarama&lt;/em&gt; (Pediatrics professor/clinical instructor), &lt;em&gt;Ma'am Elizabeth Jurado&lt;/em&gt; (Pediatrics professor/clinical instructor), &lt;em&gt;Ma'am Delia Llanes&lt;/em&gt; (OB-Gyne Professor), and to &lt;em&gt;Ma'am Cortez&lt;/em&gt; (Skills Lab/Fundamentals in Nursing&amp;nbsp;professor/clinical instructor) who never failed to scold me everyday of our Nursing duty! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you very much my dear Ma'ams and Sir! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I salute Vice Ganda for standing up againts the nasty remarks of Osang. I am also one of Vice Ganda's fans in facebook! Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope MTRCB will resume the airing of Showtime as soon as possible. It is a very nice and entertaining show. Lots of people all over the world are watching it. It is not the network nor the show's mistake that Osang made that comment. Please be fair MTRCB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Credits to: &lt;a href="http://pinoyambisyoso.com/entertainment/rosanna-roces-negative-remarks-for-teachers-video"&gt;Pinoyambisyoso.com&lt;/a&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/8570452026413285973-4621032719599320553?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/4621032719599320553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=4621032719599320553&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/4621032719599320553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/4621032719599320553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/01/tribute-to-rosanna-roces.html' title='A tribute to Rosanna Roces'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-8321326995809049996</id><published>2010-01-10T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T15:50:17.610+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheesy'/><title type='text'>Yihee para sa 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ok, so Tagalog ito sa ngayon)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sa totoo lang, ayokong gumawa ng ganito. Sabi ko nga di ba sa previous entries ko, ayoko na masyadong gawing personal ang blog na ito. Pero there are times like this na I can't help it! So since ako naman ang may-ari ng blog na ito, e dapat lang na wala ng explanations di ba? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para sa iyo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parehas tayong maraming problema as of now. Maraming bagay na iniisip, inaayos, and we're trying our best to be better persons. Natutuwa ako kasi magkalayo&amp;nbsp;man&amp;nbsp;tayo ngayon, you never fail to make me feel your concern for me. Minsan or siguro most of the time ayaw kitang kausapin kasi ayokong umasa at masaktan ulit. Ayokong madevelop sa iyo nang todong-todo. Magulo pa kasi ang buhay ko sa ngayon e. Gusto ko sana kapag pumasok na ako sa isang relationship, okay na ako. Maayos na ang career ko (hahaha.. Lord, alam mo na ito. Ako kasi hindi ko pa gets masyado), hindi na ako magulo magdesisyon, matapang na ako, at higit sa lahat, sigurado na ako sa feelings ko. So kailangan pa talaga natin ng time. Mahabang time. Ikaw rin naman e. You still have some issues to fix. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pero gusto ko lang malaman mo, na sa mga oras na down ako, natutuwa ako kasi nandiyan ka para kausapin ako. Salamat sa mga kwento at pieces of advice. Ewan ko. Hindi ako sure. Pero feeling ko, may magic na. May kilig factor ka na sa akin. PERO pinipigilan ko pa rin! Hahaha. Ewan ko ba. Ayoko kasing maging super happy with this feeling tapos mawawala rin naman nang bigla. Gusto ko kasi talaga, yung sure na. Sabi sa iyo, magulo ako talaga e. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alam mo ba (yuck ang corny neto promise), sa tuwing kausap kita, nae-excite na ako, napapa-smile at napapatawa na ako, kinakabahan ako, nilalamig ang mga kamay ko, at nagkakaroon din ako ng goosebumps. Minsan nga namumula pa tenga ko e! Hahaha. Shet. Ayoko nito e. Kinokontrol ko pa rin talaga kasi ang emotions ko. At FYI, kaya ko pa naman. Kontrolado ko pa naman as of now. Hindi ko nga alam kung tama ba na ganito ako e. Urung-sulong. Pero sabi ko nga kasi sa iyo, takot lang akong masaktan ulit. Sabi mo nga, ang taas ng bakod/walls ko sa sarili ko. At sabi mo rin, ikaw rin. Takot ka na rin sa ngayon. So ano na mangyayari sa atin kung ganito tayo? Hahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bahala na. Siguro ipaubaya na lang natin talaga kay Bro at sa tamang panahon. Oo, naniniwala pa rin ako na kung tayo talaga ang para sa isa't-isa, harangin man tayo ng sandamakmak na sibat, e tayo talaga. ANG KASO LANG, andami ko nang nasabihan nang ganun e hindi naman talaga nagtagal! Hahaha. So, bahala na talaga.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gusto ko lang malaman mo (as if talaga mababasa mo ito di ba?), na sa tingin ko&amp;nbsp;kahit dapat maging malungkot at hopeless na ako sa mga nangyayari sa akin sa ngayon, e isa ka sa mga dahilan kung bakit masaya pa rin ako. Sana huwag kang mawala at kayanin natin ang distance, time, duration, proximity at kung ano pang nasa pagitan natin. Pipilitin ko rin namang umalalay pa rin sa iyo at hindi mawala sa tabi mo. Sana kayanin natin. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ayoko na. Tama na. Cheesy na. END na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570452026413285973-8321326995809049996?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/8321326995809049996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=8321326995809049996&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/8321326995809049996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/8321326995809049996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/01/yihee-para-sa-2010.html' title='Yihee para sa 2010!'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-5849998636538538339</id><published>2010-01-04T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:55:16.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domestication'/><title type='text'>Improvised bacon wrapped with apple slices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just started learning how to cook last year.. haha. And today, since I'm home alone, I decided to make an experiment. We have some turkey bacon left-overs in the ref and I was thinking what else I can do with it aside from frying. I searched the net and found out that it can be cooked with apples. Lucky, we have sooo many apples here because of last new year's celebration. So there, with those two main ingredients, I made an improvised Bacon wrapped with apple slices. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What you need:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Butter (I used lard on this one since we dont have unsalted butter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Onion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Brown sugar (but we dont have so I used white which was okay I guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Marjomar (it's some kind of spices. and we have it here in the kitchen. hurray!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bacon strips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apple slices (peeled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steps:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fry the bacon strips in the pan. Don't make it crispy. Just right and still&amp;nbsp;flexible. Then removed it from the pan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Using the same pan, put lard, onions, salt and pepper, then sugar. Mix it all together until it caramelized. Just add water if needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Put on the sliced apples and mix with the sauce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Put the half-cooked bacon strips and mix everything again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and &lt;em&gt;voila!&lt;/em&gt; My masterpiece. My first-ever non-supervised recipe! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S0HxPQNDo_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/DUH40XvAhWU/s1600-h/DSC03002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S0HxPQNDo_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/DUH40XvAhWU/s320/DSC03002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's yummy, really! Haha.. and I'm not exaggerating here. The apple slices are still crunchy and the sauce is sweet and oh so good! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I actually enjoyed cooking. Eventhough, of course, I'm still not an expert, especially when chopping onions, but I'm getting there. Maybe this is what I ought to be doing. Maybe I'm meant to be a chef! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;PS: Bacon wrapped with apple slices, as the name suggests, the bacon should be wrapped on the apple slices. But since we don't have toothpick here to put them together I just mixed everything in the pan! *grin*&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/8570452026413285973-5849998636538538339?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/5849998636538538339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=5849998636538538339&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/5849998636538538339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/5849998636538538339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/01/improvised-bacon-wrapped-with-apple.html' title='Improvised bacon wrapped with apple slices'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S0HxPQNDo_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/DUH40XvAhWU/s72-c/DSC03002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-5013307972022127619</id><published>2010-01-04T03:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T04:15:15.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><title type='text'>Life is a maze and love is a riddle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm at home having a very painful back. Don't know if it's still because of my scoliosis or because of 8 hours sitting in front of the computer, sending resumes in all the hospitals/clinics/polyclinics here in Dubai. I also have black-stained fingers because of frequent scanning of classified ads in newspapers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Am I losing hope? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Well... honestly, a bit. I'm really an optimistic person. But sometimes, I just can't help it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm a nurse who doesn't know which path should I really be taking. I love arts and yes, most of the time I wish that I should have taken Fine Arts instead of Nursing. But don't get me wrong. I don't despise Nursing. It's just that, maybe, I'm not given the chance to be included in a well-known tertiary hospital where I can learn and improve my nursing skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm a mediocre nursing student. I have average grades in Nursing subjects back in College. My best subjects were Statistics, Asian Civilization, Social Studies, and PE, specifically football! Haha. &lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Subjects which are not really needed in Nursing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Do I love having duties in the hospital?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Yes and No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm really not used to emergency situations. I'm not&amp;nbsp;expert at putting IV cannulas. Usually, I palpitate and get nervous whenever I was having patients who were suffering terribly in pain. I don't have sufficient knowledge and experience in treating all diseases, which makes me a little bit unconfident to be a nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But whenever I'm doing nursing interventions and I get it right the first time, it really makes my heart leap. :) I enjoy blood, wounds, pus, and everything icky and yucky coming out from the patients (except for urine and poop, of course. Who would have want that?!). And believe it or not, I'm compassionate about my patients. The feeling is priceless whenever I get genuine gratitude from my patients. That really makes me feel that&amp;nbsp;I'm making a difference. I'm someone in this world. I'm worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Does that mean I am qualified as a nurse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know. But I remember, before I made my decision to take a degree in Nursing, I asked God for a sign. That if I pass the exam and interview in the university where I graduated, then I'm definitely meant to be a nurse. Not only that, He made me passed my 4 years in Nursing without failing marks, and even made me&amp;nbsp;passed the Nursing Licensure exam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add a bonus on that one, He made me practiced my profession in a foreign country for a year eventhough I didn't have any working experience in my home land!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So am I really meant to be a nurse? What if I'm pursuing a wrong path? What if I should be doing something else where I can really excel and be happy about?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, this is really, really, really hard. I just&amp;nbsp;pray that someday (in the near future I hope), I would know what's meant for me and what's my real purpose in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole day, the lyrics of the song entitled &lt;em&gt;The Show &lt;/em&gt;by &lt;em&gt;Lenka&lt;/em&gt;, were playing through my mind. It's&amp;nbsp;as if&amp;nbsp;the letters of the song were teasing me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;"I'm just a little bit caught in the moment, life is a maze and love is a riddle. I don't know where to go, can't do it alone, I've tried. I've got to let it go... and just enjoy the show."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe that's what God is telling me as of this moment. Stop worrying of so many things that I should not be worrying about in&amp;nbsp;the first place and&amp;nbsp;just enjoy my journey. Eventhough depression is really kicking in this time (maybe due to&amp;nbsp;hormonal imbalance again), I know all these obstacles that I'm facing will be all worth it in the end. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, these obstacles are not really obstacles compared to the problems other people are having! I should be thankful that I still have&amp;nbsp;a wonderful life with my loved-ones and friends despite of my mind-boggling queries about life.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on the lighter side, my college friends had a mini-reunion today in Trinoma (where else? haha) and I really wish I was there. Funny because eventhough I wasn't there anymore, the meeting place was still&amp;nbsp;in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Red Ribbon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; inside Trinoma. That place became very memorable for me. It became the meeting place whenever my friends (from gradeschool, highschool, and college) and I would plan for a get-together. It was also the place where I met my blogmates... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so as&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;some other people&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;I just met this year, I mean last year! haha *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570452026413285973-5013307972022127619?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/5013307972022127619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=5013307972022127619&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/5013307972022127619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/5013307972022127619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-is-maze-and-love-is-riddle.html' title='Life is a maze and love is a riddle'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-6177179362942110592</id><published>2010-01-02T03:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T03:59:11.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><title type='text'>Ekspleyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sa loob ng humigit-kumulang 5 years of blogging ko, masasabi kong ibang-iba ako sa blog kong ito. Marami akong blogs noon at 3 na lang ang existing sa ngayon pero yung dalawa hindi ko na masyado naa-update. Bukod sa puros kadramahan, kaartehan, at ka-bitteran ang mga pinagsusulat ko dun sa mga dati na hindi ko maisulat masyado rito, ay &lt;em&gt;English&lt;/em&gt; ang napili kong language sa blog kong ito... hahaha. Hindi para mag-inarte, magmalaki, o kung anuman. Ang pagkakaiba kasi ng pagsulat ko ng English na blog entry, mas naiisip ko yung mga sinusulat ko. Mas naiisip ko kung dapat ko pa bang ilagay itong topic na ito o hindi na. Kung Tagalog kasi, go lang ako ng go. Hala, sige. Banat ng banat. I don't care kung puros kapathetican ang mga pinagsusulat ko noon, na sa tuwing babasahin ko, ay madalas na napapahawak ako sa noo ko at napapasabing &lt;em&gt;OMG!&lt;/em&gt; at napapatanong kung bakit ko pa sinulat ang mga yun. Oo marami akong pinagsisihang sinulat na entries noon na gusto ko sanang i-delete kaso marami nang nakabasa nun. At in fairness naman, hindi naman lahat pinagsisisihan kong isulat. Yung iba naman, natatawa ako at na-a-amazed ako sa sarili ko ngayon na parang nagmatured na ako kesa dun sa nakaraang ako na nagsulat nung blog entry na yun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero meron din akong mga nakuhang violent reactions sa mga taong nagbabasa ng blogs ko noon. Yung iba pa nga talagang i-sesend nila as private message sa akin. At sa maniwala man kayo't sa hindi, nagkaroon din ako ng stalkers dahil sa mga pinopost ko noon. Nakakatawa na nakakainis na pinag-aksayahan pa nila ng panahon di ba. To think na may karapatan naman ako sa freedom of speech at wala silang pakialam sa blog ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sa totoo lang, ang dami kong gustong ikuwento sa blog na ito, ang dami kong gustong i-post na pictures, links, etc, pero mas controlled na ang posting ko rito. Kumbaga sa TV shows, may MTRCB na. Ganun na ngayon ang blog kong ito. Hindi na lahat sinasabi ko, hindi na lahat pinopost ko, at hindi na masyadong personalized. Usually ang mga nilalagay ko na nga lang dito ay general topic e. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nakakamiss din yung dati kong style ng pagbablog. Actually, mas masaya ako sa ganung style. Pero kasi, naisip ko naman, hindi naman kasi lahat ng information or emotions ko, kailangan ko i-divulge sa public. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pero minsan kasi, wala akong mapagsabihan ng mga agam-agam ko sa buhay at gusto ko sana i-blog. Kaso, dahil nga controlled na ang pagpopost ko sa blog na ito, hindi ko na naitutuloy i-post. Kaya ang ending,&amp;nbsp;lahat ng mga bagay-bagay na dapat naisulat ko na sa blog&amp;nbsp;na dapat nakapagpagaan na ng nararamdaman ko ngayon ay nasa utak ko pa rin.&amp;nbsp;Asar! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Di bale. Siguro after a few days/weeks, lilipas din itong mga ito. This too shall pass again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pero namimiss ko pa rin yung mga dati kong blogs. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I am now, I believe, is a better&amp;nbsp;and grown-up&amp;nbsp;person writing in this blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/8570452026413285973-6177179362942110592?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/6177179362942110592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=6177179362942110592&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/6177179362942110592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/6177179362942110592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2010/01/ekspleyn.html' title='Ekspleyn'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-6495726433204635606</id><published>2009-12-31T16:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:46:49.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><title type='text'>Happy 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am I excited&amp;nbsp;for the coming year? Actually, to tell you honestly, no. If I have superpowers I want to&amp;nbsp;freeze everything around me, especially time. Then while everything was stopped, I, on the otherhand, will have all the time to improve myself. But in reality, we are all living in a fast-paced life and we should hang on tight because we'll never know that we might be the only one stranded and left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2009...Hmmmm...&amp;nbsp;I don't know if it's really that bad for me. Well, this year, I had so many confusions in life most especially regarding career and matters of the heart. But this year also gave me the time to spend with my loved-ones and friends. I also had a lot of lessons learned. I think 2009 made me a better person. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So for the year 2010, I'm making &lt;em&gt;30 (20+10)&amp;nbsp;resolutions&lt;/em&gt;. I don't usually make New year resolutions because I always end up messing them but hey, it's a new year and a new start for a new me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;My 30 resolutions for the year 2010&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be organized.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Just by seeing this resolution makes me want to say, &lt;em&gt;"Ugh!"&lt;/em&gt;. I'm really a messy person. And I kinda like it that way! haha.. I don't know why but I can't find what I'm looking for if my place is neat. But if it's cluttered&amp;nbsp;like the way I'm used to, &lt;em&gt;voila!&lt;/em&gt; It's like I have an x-ray vision of all the things that I needed. But since it's new year and I'm already matured and a better person &lt;em&gt;*wink*&lt;/em&gt;, then ok. I'll try to be organized this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't procrastinate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Learn how to cook more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Take note, I added the word &lt;em&gt;"more"&lt;/em&gt;. Before this year started, I really don't know how to cook. As in &lt;em&gt;zero, nada, nay&lt;/em&gt;. But because of determination (haha), I learned how to fry sunny side ups and other cold cuts. Just a few weeks after I came here in Dubai, my aunt taught me how to make &lt;em&gt;Sinigang&lt;/em&gt; by using lemon instead of the tamarind mix we're used to. I also know now how to cook rice... but by only using rice cooker! Haha.. C'mon, give me a little more time and I know I'll be better someday. I'll be a good home-maker. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do the laundry often.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Make the beddings neat right after waking up in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Limit using unnecessary websites, especially games in facebook which use a lot of time!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be more focused.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I think I know now where I'm going. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Limit criticizing/mocking people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sorry, I just can't help it sometimes. I know I'm just a human being who makes mistakes, but this is really inevitable. But I promise to lessen this hobby this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take a bath for only 15-20 minutes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I can't help it if I have to use conditioner all the time so it takes an hour at least for me to be finished! Haha. But yeah, I'll cut off my bathing time this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sleep early and at least 8 hours a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eat MORE (if not all) fruits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eat MORE (if not all) vegetables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Drink 8 (if not more) glasses of water a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;LIMIT EATING SWEETS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I typed it in all caps since I know this is a very difficult task for me. I don't know if I'm having a behavioral disorder about this but I just find myself sometimes battling whether to eat more sweets or not. Like if I tasted a piece of chocolate, after I savored its sweetness for just a few seconds, I crave for more and more until I already finished the whole box! And I always end up losing the battle because I always give in to sweets. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take vitamins regularly and never forget it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exercise!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Another &lt;em&gt;Ugh!&lt;/em&gt; But I really need this because I have scoliosis and everyday now is a problem for me because my back hurts more frequently than before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Relax and be cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Stop stressing myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be more optimistic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go to mass more often.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sing with the choir during mass. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop complaining.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Do the task first and if the task is successfully done, then don't complain anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Call &lt;em&gt;Lola&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Lolo&lt;/em&gt; more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Limit answering back to parents, especially to mom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Oh dear God, please help me on this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always make a plan before making a big decision.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Think about pros and cons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keep in touch with friends and&amp;nbsp;never take them for granted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always be a good samaritan and offer help when needed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON'T SPEND MORE THAN WHAT&amp;nbsp;I'M EARNING. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Save, save, save money!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Learn to accept, be happy and contented for what I have.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Stop asking for too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So there. I'll just hope this year will bring us more luck, joy, and peace in everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll end this one by sharing you an inspirational quote from my God's message application in facebook:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If you focus on problems, you will have more problems. If you focus on possibilities, you will have more opportunities."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheers to all of us for the coming 2010! Happy new year everyone!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570452026413285973-6495726433204635606?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/6495726433204635606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=6495726433204635606&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/6495726433204635606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/6495726433204635606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-2010.html' title='Happy 2010'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-425396330176515050</id><published>2009-12-29T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T16:19:57.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Anti-stress buster :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been going through a tough time but one thing that really makes me happy the whole day? watching PBB double up in &lt;a href="http://pinoychannel.tv/"&gt;Pinoychannel.tv&lt;/a&gt;! hahaha. I really love the housemates and of course, I'm a certified &lt;em&gt;Melason&lt;/em&gt; fan! (&lt;em&gt;Di ba,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cankyisme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aubrey&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;em&gt;hehe&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since I'm a fan of them in facebook, I saw this video. This is &lt;em&gt;Jason&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Melissa's&lt;/em&gt; funny themesong. &lt;em&gt;Mahal kita kasi&lt;/em&gt; sang by &lt;em&gt;Nicole Hyala&lt;/em&gt; (a DJ in Love Radio). It's really a corny song so if you're not into these kind of things, well, just don't play it. But for those of you who&amp;nbsp;are&amp;nbsp;fun-loving, hopeless romantic, and &lt;em&gt;jologs&lt;/em&gt; as I am, then go. This is for us! Haha Enjoy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aKTxomsmlyQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aKTxomsmlyQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My favorite line was: &lt;em&gt;Apoy ka ba? Kasi (kasi)... alab alab... alabyu!!! :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know about you but if a boy sings this to me, he would really sweep me off my feet!&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/8570452026413285973-425396330176515050?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/425396330176515050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=425396330176515050&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/425396330176515050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/425396330176515050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2009/12/anti-stress-buster.html' title='Anti-stress buster :)'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-5699590871150647368</id><published>2009-12-22T20:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T20:36:44.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers'/><title type='text'>a little help</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear God,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please give me a stable mind to make the right decisions. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: Advanced happy birthday Papa J. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Prayer in blogs really works for me. So I'm putting this one here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Decision-making is the toughest task for me. Wasn't able to stand up on my own since I was born. I became so dependent with people around me that I always ask for their help. But now I really have to be strong and face my fears alone. I can do this! I have faith in myself and in the Lord. With Him, nothing is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I'm really getting old and matured. Love it! :)&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/8570452026413285973-5699590871150647368?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/5699590871150647368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=5699590871150647368&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/5699590871150647368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/5699590871150647368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-help.html' title='a little help'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-6813264979772602371</id><published>2009-12-19T03:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T03:55:52.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaints'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I really hate it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take this scenario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A boy and a girl hanging out for a few months (dining out, watching movies, calling each other, and the likes). As a girl, you feel/know there's something going on between the two of you. But of course you don't want to assume. The boy doesn't tell you anything except for the constant&lt;em&gt; I had a great time with you, I miss you's&lt;/em&gt;, and the &lt;em&gt;"pahaging"&lt;/em&gt; effects men usually do (C'mon, admit it. 99.9% of the male population does that). So one day, since the girl is really confused about what's the real score of their relationship, she confronted the guy. The guy finally admitted that he likes the girl and wants them to be more than friends (hallelujah!!!). But here's the catch: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He wanted to give it a little more time since he's not sure if he's really over with his ex.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The moment I heard this from my friend, I palpitated a bit and started feeling so pissed off. I've been in this situation a lot of times and I know exactly how the girl feels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Questions/Arguments running into my mind as my friend was telling this scenario to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why did the guy started going out with another girl when he's not over with his past relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why did the girl confronted the guy when she can wait for a little more time for the guy to open-up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Was the guy just looking for someone to divert his attention? a rebound perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why did the girl let herself to actually &lt;em&gt;"fall in love"&lt;/em&gt; with the guy who's not sure&amp;nbsp;about his feelings for her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But after writing this whole scenario again for the introduction of this blog entry, I've realized some things and these are my answers to my queries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How did I ever&amp;nbsp;ask the first&amp;nbsp;question when in fact, I, myself, have done this to someone a few years back. Yes, I went out with someone to divert my feelings for someone special. I don't have any bad intentions at that time, really. I don't want to use him and take his feelings for granted. My original plan before was to give this other suitor a chance and if everything went well, I can finally&amp;nbsp;ditch my special someone. But, unfortunately, it didn't work out. I broke his heart and wasn't able to mend mine as well. So maybe, the guy's plan here was just to have fun and forget his loneliness which I think is &lt;em&gt;somewhat acceptable&lt;/em&gt; (haha!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For some reasons, men really like the &lt;em&gt;"chase".&lt;/em&gt; They really want to keep the guessing game alive, whether the girl already likes him or not. Well, that's what most of my male friends told me. But another boy friend (platonic---&lt;em&gt;hope not! haha&lt;/em&gt;) of mine has a different view about this topic. He said, &lt;em&gt;if the guy really likes the girl, and he found out that the girl also likes him, then that's it! He's already in cloud nine.&lt;/em&gt; So I say, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;the boy in this scenario is still confused about his feelings not only for his ex, but also for the girl he's been hanging out with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Refer to the first answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think&amp;nbsp;it's better if&amp;nbsp;we can get the girl (who is actually involved in the scenario) for her answer about this one.. hehe. But here's what I say. As a girl who's been in this kind of situation before, we really cannot control our feelings towards each other. It is very difficult. No matter how high you put up your walls to guard your emotions, we can't do anything when our heart already made a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So my advice for the girl, &lt;a href="http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2009/10/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html"&gt;READ THIS&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And for the boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I actually wanted to tell you a lot of things. But after analyzing the whole situation, I understand that you're also a human and not different from us, girls. I just hope you figure-out your real feelings &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;soon&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because you might lose them both. Oopps, my bad. I mean, you actually lose your girlfriend, but now you might also lose your friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS: I have a &lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teenie-weenie small confession&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to make. :) I'm actually (almost) at the same boat with the girl in the scenario above (but promise, the scenario is not about me). The only difference is that I never confronted the guy, even until now. That's what I've learned from my experiences before. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Never ask when you know there's no definite answer to your question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PPS: To my girl friend (again, platonic) who's reading this. Yes, you are the girl I've been referring to! hehe. And I hope you've learned your lessons from your past experiences which are all the same (don't you think?). Please be wiser this time. Love you much! :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PPPS: After so much deliberations and sighs, I don't hate the scenario that much anymore. But I won't change the title anymore (redundant. noticed it too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PPPPS: I'm just adding another post-script so it won't be three like the last time.. haha. So okay, I'll end it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570452026413285973-6813264979772602371?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/6813264979772602371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=6813264979772602371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/6813264979772602371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/6813264979772602371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-really-hate-it.html' title='I really hate it'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-6378075203354701913</id><published>2009-12-17T19:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:38:19.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>In choosing the one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. It's not enough that he's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. It's not enough that he has nice set of teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. It's not enough that he has perfect skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. It's not enough that he's kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. It's not enough that he's small (the height i mean. *evil grin*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. It's not enough that he's smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. It's not enough he can make you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. It's not enough that he has a good body (even how DEYMN HOT it is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9. It's not enough that he has a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10. It's not enough that he's a good cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;11. It's not enough that he has a lot of good ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;12. It's not enough that he's very thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;13. It's not enough that he's a hopeless-romantic like you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;14. It's not enough that he's rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;15. It's not enough that he has a good diction and proper grammar usage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;16. It's not enough that he apologizes for anything stupid he did (even if it was your mistake actually! hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;17. It's not enough that he's bald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;18. It's not enough that he had long hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;19. It's not enough that he's a good listener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;20. It's not enough even if you have so many, as in sooooo many things in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But he's just a boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;he doesn't understand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;how it feels to love a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;he doesn't care how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;until he lose the one he wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;cause he's taken her for granted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and everything&amp;nbsp;they had got destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS: This is just&amp;nbsp;out of&amp;nbsp;boredom and not about me. Promise! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PPS: I really want to post my Dubey pics here and in my fb but I'm still waiting for the good news.. so later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPS: this is me and my good hair day pic! Hehe... My hair is getting longer now. Thank goodness! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/SyozmCLfKPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-FnLe5Guwco/s1600-h/DSC02852.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/SyozmCLfKPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-FnLe5Guwco/s320/DSC02852.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570452026413285973-6378075203354701913?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/6378075203354701913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=6378075203354701913&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/6378075203354701913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/6378075203354701913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-choosing-one.html' title='In choosing the one'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/SyozmCLfKPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-FnLe5Guwco/s72-c/DSC02852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-2173617287481568971</id><published>2009-12-05T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:51:23.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>I saw this video while browsing what's new in youtube. This is the goodbye song from PBB double up everytime someone gets evicted from the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Gonna Make Sense - Michael Learns To Rock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ed8SBWVLDzs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ed8SBWVLDzs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It has nice lyrics, don't you think? Very inspiring. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really believe in the saying that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;everything happens for a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. There's a&amp;nbsp;purpose why we met&amp;nbsp;a certain&amp;nbsp;person once in our life. There's an answer why we ended up like this, may it be different from what we dreamt of when we were young. Along our way, we will find difficulties to test how strong we really are. We have a lot of questions and we're not sure about the answers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But someday, in His right time, all these pieces will fall into their places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Someday, &lt;em&gt;it's gonna make sense.&lt;/em&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/8570452026413285973-2173617287481568971?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/2173617287481568971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=2173617287481568971&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/2173617287481568971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/2173617287481568971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-507214112226735643</id><published>2009-12-03T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:01:34.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Cheesy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/Sxd-B3VNyQI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nv-qcJ4Qv40/s1600-h/cheesy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/Sxd-B3VNyQI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nv-qcJ4Qv40/s320/cheesy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry for being a corny, hopeless romantic but stuff like this really makes my day! :)&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/8570452026413285973-507214112226735643?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/507214112226735643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=507214112226735643&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/507214112226735643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/507214112226735643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2009/12/cheesy.html' title='Cheesy'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/Sxd-B3VNyQI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nv-qcJ4Qv40/s72-c/cheesy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-7217758270332885870</id><published>2009-11-30T16:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T20:44:57.985+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><title type='text'>Sickly no more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last&amp;nbsp;Friday I went to my most favorite mall (of course, &lt;em&gt;Trinoma!&lt;/em&gt; haha) to buy a couple of &lt;em&gt;kikay&lt;/em&gt; stuff, then went to SM North (just on the other side) to check out something in Watsons,&amp;nbsp;and went back to Trinoma to eat ice cream at Iceberg's. Just by going in and out of both malls under the scorching heat of the sun, and experiencing the freezing aircon inside SM Annex, made me exhausted the whole day. While&amp;nbsp;I was&amp;nbsp;in Iceberg's, I already felt I was developing a sore throat but I still ordered their &lt;em&gt;Ola Mocha milkshake.&lt;/em&gt; Later that night at home, I was so sick that I couldn't get up to eat dinner. From yesterday until today, I still have colds and fever. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Among my family and friends, I'm the unhealthiest and sickly person. Since childhood, there was never a school year that I had a perfect attendance because I always get sick (either flu, stomach ache, dysmennorhea, allergies, etc.). I've always been the child with a weak&amp;nbsp;immune system. I take a lot of vitamins even until now but still, I easily get sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's why being a nurse is such a risky profession for me. And for those who personally knew me, you know why I went back here after a year of working abroad. But don't worry because I already finished the treatment and my doctor gave me a medical certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But eventhough I've finished the treatment, I'm still the girl with a weak immune system. That's why I think I need to change my habits and have a healthy lifestyle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here are some of the things that I would be focusing on to strengthen my immune system:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;1. Eat fruits and vegetables.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have a confession to make. The only vegetable I eat is baguio beans. Sometimes, &lt;em&gt;Laing&lt;/em&gt; (Taro leaves). And the only fruits I eat are ripe mango, banana, grapes, and &lt;em&gt;lansones&lt;/em&gt;. (Of course I eat fruit salad but that's already processed! Hehe). So from this day on, I promise to try eating other varieties&amp;nbsp;of fruits and vegetables than having meat alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;2. Sleep early.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know if it's because of my body clock that has not been normalized since I came back here&amp;nbsp;or I'm just a night person. I usually sleeps at around 2 am and then wakes up at 10 am. I know it's still 8 hours of sleep but from what I've learned, &lt;em&gt;sleeping early is much beneficial than just having enough hours of sleep.&lt;/em&gt; Here's an &lt;a href="http://healthmad.com/health/five-reasons-why-you-must-go-to-sleep-early/"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;3. Take a bath in the morning not during wee hours of the night!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I usually take a bath twice a day, morning and before going to sleep. So since I sleep late, I also do my second bath late! 12 midnight or past 12 maybe. My doctor said it's very unhealthy and can cause anemia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;4. Take vitamins regularly.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Right now, I'm only taking vitamins C and E. My doctor prescribed me a multivitamin but I'm really confused on&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;which is more effective, taking vitamins individually or multivitamins alone?&lt;/em&gt; I searched it and found this answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Avoid taking individual vitamins and minerals, unless recommended by &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a health professional.&lt;/strong&gt; (An additional calcium supplement may be an&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;exception.) Vitamins and minerals interact with each other in a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;delicate balance. Overloading on one or two individual vitamins or&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;minerals can interfere with the body's ability to use other vitamins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;and minerals.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;5. Exercise regularly.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I really hate exercising. I'm not sporty either. But since I plan to change my lifestyle, maybe doing a little work-out, like jogging, won't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;6. Keep things in moderation.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; They say, &lt;em&gt;anything excessive is bad for us&lt;/em&gt;. And by this, I'll make another confession. I use 10 teaspoons of sugar in my coffee. And I love salty foods! (I know. Diabetes and increase in uric acid here I come.) So before anything serious happens to me, I'll cut down on my sugar and salt intake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For now, I'll only have this list. Listing down these goals is a lot easier than actually following it!&amp;nbsp;But I better start now than be sorry for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Goodbye sickly girl and hello healthy me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--------&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; COMMERCIAL:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'm suffering from LSS since last night and this is the reason: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owl City - Fireflies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" bgcolor="#ffffff" class="MajorMp3Player" flashvars="playerID=1&amp;amp;bg=0xF7FB7F&amp;amp;leftbg=0x05930E&amp;amp;lefticon=0xF2F2F2&amp;amp;rightbg=0xF5DE0F&amp;amp;rightbghover=0xCBB708&amp;amp;righticon=0xF2F2F2&amp;amp;righticonhover=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;text=0x3C7714&amp;amp;slider=0xC1F4B9&amp;amp;track=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;border=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;loader=0x05930E&amp;amp;autostart=yes&amp;amp;soundFile=http://dc151.4shared.com/download/129144745/b4d433c1/Owl_City_-_Fireflies.mp3?tsid=20091130-062410-7819234b" height="24" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" src="http://www.SuperMP3Guide.com/play.swf" style="height: 24px; width: 290px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="290" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get this Mp3 @ &lt;a href="http://www.supermp3guide.com/" target="_blank"&gt;SuperMP3Guide.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd like to make myself believe... that planet Earth turns slowly...&lt;/em&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/8570452026413285973-7217758270332885870?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/7217758270332885870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=7217758270332885870&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/7217758270332885870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/7217758270332885870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2009/11/sickly-no-more.html' title='Sickly no more'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-245584601402404674</id><published>2009-11-23T20:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:52:56.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heroes'/><title type='text'>Go Bayani!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Paano po ba maging isang bayani?"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;How will you be a hero?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Efren Penaflorida asked that question via VTR last night in &lt;em&gt;Isang Tanong&lt;/em&gt;,&amp;nbsp;a GMA 7 Presidential forum which includes: Sen. Manuel Villar, Sen. Noynoy Aquino, Defense Secretary Gilbert Teodoro, Ex-pres. Joseph Estrada, JILC Leader Bro. Eddie Villanueva, MMDA Chairman Bayani Fernando, Olongapo Councilor John Carlos Delos Reyes, and activist Nicanor Perlas (note: this is random, not by favoritism).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course, all of them said something about helping the poor by giving livelihood projects, and the like. You know, the same old statements we usually hear every&amp;nbsp;election. But Bayani Fernando answered that question in a comical way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He said, &lt;em&gt;"Kapag pinangalanan ka ng tatay mo."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;When your father gave you that name &lt;em&gt;(Bayani)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Speaking of Efren Penaflorida, he just gave another honor for our country for being the CNN hero of the year 2009. Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-yYTk7UiWEM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-yYTk7UiWEM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;CNN - Efren Penaflorida, who started a "puschart classroom" in the Philippines (Cavite) to bring education to poor children as an alternative to gang membership, has been named the 2009 CNN Hero of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the viewers' comments in youtube were all positive except for this one, which I think is very true:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;so sad that CNN recognized Efren's good deeds first instead of the government. I'm sure in no time politicians will be riding his popularity. - crewsnest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;PS: Sorry if I always misspelled Efren's surname in this entry, but I'm&amp;nbsp;really having difficulty in typing Alt 1-6-4 all at once. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/8570452026413285973-245584601402404674?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/245584601402404674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=245584601402404674&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/245584601402404674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/245584601402404674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2009/11/go-bayani.html' title='Go Bayani!'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-8921606546646945882</id><published>2009-11-18T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T21:05:31.004+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Ice, ice baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During only this year, a lot of people died from cancer. Because of that, I became a bit paranoid of whether I would suffer&amp;nbsp;from the same kind of disease when the time comes. Call me paranoid but hey, it's just a thought! We don't really know what's bound to happen. In fact, there are some people I know who have a healthy lifestyle, no family history of cancer, but they died due to the said disease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But somehow, there might be already a cure for cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I watched &lt;em&gt;The Correspondents&lt;/em&gt; last night and they featured Cryosurgery as a means of curing cancer. Karen Davila went to &lt;a href="http://www.orienttumor.com/en_asp_new/index.asp"&gt;Fuda Cancer Hospital&lt;/a&gt; in Guangzhou, China which is actually becoming popular because of the method they're using in treating cancer. Based on the documentary, there&amp;nbsp;are more or less 5,000 people all over the world who are now cancer-free because of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chemotherapy&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;radiation&lt;/em&gt; are the most popular method we know in terms of treating cancer. Since both are &lt;em&gt;not&amp;nbsp;used localized&lt;/em&gt;, they have&amp;nbsp;wide-variety of side effects.&amp;nbsp;Chemotherapy can be administered through a vein, injected into a body cavity, or can be used orally. It destroys cancer cells as well as our fast-growing cells, such as hair and blood cells. With radiation, a large machine called &lt;em&gt;simulator&lt;/em&gt; delivers the exact amount of radiation to kill the cancer cells in a certain area. The skin around it may be reddened or irritated after the treatment. Also, radiation therapy can kill the germ-fighting cells in the blood, thereby decreasing the person's body to fight off infections, and making it necessary for the patient to have blood transfusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In &lt;em&gt;Cryosurgery&lt;/em&gt;, they use a &lt;em&gt;localized&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;probe in contact with the tumor, causing the cells to &lt;em&gt;freeze&lt;/em&gt;. The tumor is frozen, thawed, and refrozen until the malignant cells are completely destroyed. This process is monitored with ultrasound in order to preserve as much nearby healthy tissue as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/SwPlyc0Xv1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/ciGPI-BKCoc/s1600/cryosurgery.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/SwPlyc0Xv1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/ciGPI-BKCoc/s320/cryosurgery.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(using cryosurgery in treating liver cancer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;People they interviewed includes some Filipinos who are actually admitted in that hospital for series of&amp;nbsp;cryosurgery treatment. One even claimed that only for 5 weeks, she was already cancer-free. The brother of Sen. Guingona also gave a testimony that after a series of chemotherapy in Manila which didn't work for him, Fuda Cancer Hospital gave him a second life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Isn't that amazing?! Finally, a cure for cancer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only,&amp;nbsp;you have to travel all the way to China and &lt;strong&gt;spend more or less Php 1,000,000!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; But I think it's worth it&amp;nbsp;considering you also have to spend that much for chemotherapy, plus the side effects it could give you and the non-assurance that you would be cancer-free after the treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I just hope after a few years,&amp;nbsp;cancer patients don't&amp;nbsp;have to travel to China anymore because we already have&amp;nbsp;cryosurgery here in the&amp;nbsp;Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Credits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;www.surgery.wisc.edu/general patients/uwmhpscryo.shtml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chemotherapy.com/treating_with_chemo/treating_with_chemo.jsp"&gt;http://www.chemotherapy.com/treating_with_chemo/treating_with_chemo.jsp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kidshealth.org/teen/diseases_conditions/cancer/radiation.html"&gt;http://kidshealth.org/teen/diseases_conditions/cancer/radiation.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;COMMERCIAL:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; What I love about blogger/blogspot? It automatically saves your drafts. You can recover your post even if you're such a nuthead for clicking the X button. :)&lt;/em&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/8570452026413285973-8921606546646945882?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/8921606546646945882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=8921606546646945882&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/8921606546646945882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/8921606546646945882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2009/11/ice-ice-baby.html' title='Ice, ice baby'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/SwPlyc0Xv1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/ciGPI-BKCoc/s72-c/cryosurgery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-7542483978041365058</id><published>2009-11-12T20:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T18:38:54.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><title type='text'>I hate being old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not that I'm afraid to have all the signs of aging, but sometimes, being old means you'll start analyzing things and understanding the &lt;em&gt;why's&lt;/em&gt; in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take these instances for example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have watched &lt;em&gt;Notting Hill&lt;/em&gt; about 4 times when I was in high school. All of my aunts and my older female friends cried over the movie except for me. Back then, I was thinking maybe I'm stronger than them being the only one&amp;nbsp;unemotionally attached. But when I have watched it again when I was in college, I cried pathetically with my friends for hours even after the movie had already ended. At that time I already had my fair share of heart aches and love problems that's why I can emotionally relate to these kind of movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Same with sad love songs. I have sung Roselle Nava's &lt;em&gt;Bakit nga ba mahal kita&lt;/em&gt; song over and over again during my childhood days and never did I shed a tear. But I became a silly cry-baby after singing this again&amp;nbsp;at a videoke party 2 years ago after being dumped by someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I also realize, that as I grew older, I became very cautious&amp;nbsp;with my actions. It's like being accidentally wounded by a knife while chopping vegetables. The next time you use it, you'll be more careful because you don't like to&amp;nbsp;be hurt and wounded again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I hate it when I tend to overanalyze things when in fact, there's nothing to be analyzed about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But that's what grown-ups do. Experience helps us understand things in a better&lt;em&gt;(?)&lt;/em&gt; perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But would it be much nicer to just stay young and be carefree? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish!&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/8570452026413285973-7542483978041365058?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/7542483978041365058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=7542483978041365058&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/7542483978041365058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/7542483978041365058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-hate-being-old.html' title='I hate being old'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-7733719772956588344</id><published>2009-11-09T18:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:40:12.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><title type='text'>Friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They make you laugh your heart out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/Svfuy7x3gfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/7gZBIUwdp_o/s1600-h/tawa-edit.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/Svfuy7x3gfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/7gZBIUwdp_o/s320/tawa-edit.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;They love and accept you for who you really are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/SvfvXkmXnII/AAAAAAAAAFA/x3xOifVaJ-s/s1600-h/pose-edit.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/SvfvXkmXnII/AAAAAAAAAFA/x3xOifVaJ-s/s320/pose-edit.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They help you carry your burden no matter how heavy it is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/Svfvo_wbwGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mW-4n4HbpqI/s1600-h/bola-edit.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/Svfvo_wbwGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mW-4n4HbpqI/s320/bola-edit.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #741b47; color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank God for friends!&lt;/em&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/8570452026413285973-7733719772956588344?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/7733719772956588344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=7733719772956588344&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/7733719772956588344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/7733719772956588344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2009/11/friends.html' title='Friends...'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/Svfuy7x3gfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/7gZBIUwdp_o/s72-c/tawa-edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-106992348594496324</id><published>2009-11-05T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T01:31:25.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><title type='text'>Christmas lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This afternoon,&amp;nbsp;my grandfather&amp;nbsp;asked me to go upstairs to check out what he did in our terrace. He fixed our Christmas lights. Not only did he put on the lights but he also designed it&amp;nbsp;in two giant wired circles with an angel between them. It's really nice but not as beautiful as the first time I've seen it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On second thought, I've never actually laid eyes on this Christmas lights anymore like the way I used to when I was a child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I used to admire our big Christmas tree with lots of adornments decorated by my grandmother. She loves decorating our Christmas tree every year. Then my grandfather will put the musical Christmas lights around the tree and all of us will put our gifts underneath it. But since my grandmother was diagnosed with&amp;nbsp; a heart disease about 5 years ago, and she easily gets tired nowadays, she doesn't put up our Christmas tree anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the age of 10, I remember myself&amp;nbsp;still writing a letter to Santa asking him what I want for Christmas. And he never let me&amp;nbsp;down. Whenever I wake up early morning of Christmas day, my present would always be under our Christmas tree or inside a &lt;em&gt;"Santa's sock"&lt;/em&gt; outside the window pane. My family and I was already having a difficult year during that time because both of my parents lost their jobs. But nonetheless, I still have the Christmas spirit in me so I asked Santa for a Polly pocket as his Christmas gift for me. It was already 2:30 am of Christmas day when I was about to go to the bathroom to pee when I saw my mother&amp;nbsp;doing something&amp;nbsp;beside our Christmas tree. I tip-toed a bit just to look a little closer on what she was doing. She was wrapping a small box with a purple art paper. I was too sleepy and groggy at that time so I just quickly went to the bathroom and&amp;nbsp;went back to bed.&amp;nbsp;The next day, I saw that very same box already wrapped in purple art paper under the tree. I opened it since it has my name on it. A pink Polly pocket was inside it. That was the last time I believed in Santa Clause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I get older, we seldom spend Christmas&amp;nbsp;time together. My father went abroad and so was the sister of my mother. Being an only daughter and grand daughter in our family, I only have 4 members of my family left here. We don't put up the Christmas tree anymore. No more decorations aside from the musical&amp;nbsp;Christmas lights in our terrace which by the way, doesn't play any music now. We don't wait for 12 midnight anymore to spend &lt;em&gt;Noche Buena&lt;/em&gt;. We just have it the next day as our lunch. No god-children coming into our house anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's just like any other day. Like our birthdays when we get old. We don't anticipate and celebrate it anymore as we used to when we were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seeing those Christmas lights&amp;nbsp;made me wonder, &lt;em&gt;when will be the next time my family and I&amp;nbsp;will celebrate Christmas together again.&lt;/em&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/8570452026413285973-106992348594496324?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/106992348594496324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=106992348594496324&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/106992348594496324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/106992348594496324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-lights.html' title='Christmas lights'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-2932187286667869232</id><published>2009-10-29T22:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:47:29.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>He's just not that into you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most of my friends are coming to me for pieces of love advice nowadays and I don't know why. I'm not a love guru who's expert about&amp;nbsp;such matters&amp;nbsp;(that's why this blog is entitled &lt;em&gt;Everything but love life&lt;/em&gt;), but nonetheless, I have something up in my sleeves. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I bought a book by &lt;em&gt;Greg Behrendt&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Liz Tuccillo&lt;/em&gt;, entitled &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's just not that into you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It is so helpful and it comes in handy during times when Mr. Right turned&amp;nbsp;into Mr. Wrong. I had a great time reading the book because I can relate to some of the circumstances the authors had written inside. I actually highlighted some key points which I think is important for us, women, to know and I would like to share them to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;1. Meeting someone you like and dating him is supposed to make you feel better, not worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/SumMGWfqv0I/AAAAAAAAADA/3hH1lxLPDFw/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/SumMGWfqv0I/AAAAAAAAADA/3hH1lxLPDFw/s320/1.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. No more murky, no more gray, no more unidentified, and no more undeclared.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/SumcTtgWaJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/23PBcf8k5nQ/s1600-h/2+talaga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/SumcTtgWaJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/23PBcf8k5nQ/s320/2+talaga.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;3. If a man is really into you, nothing will stop him from being with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/SumMfQLn4sI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6pDVvqlCRv0/s1600-h/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/SumMfQLn4sI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6pDVvqlCRv0/s320/2.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;4. Don't lower the bar because you're lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/SumMn9uYboI/AAAAAAAAADY/9Mg19VWsI34/s1600-h/4+talaga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/SumMn9uYboI/AAAAAAAAADY/9Mg19VWsI34/s320/4+talaga.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;5. Cheating doesn't mean "just happen". It's a complete betrayal of trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/SumM1E9GVAI/AAAAAAAAADg/dbmZvVWbTn0/s1600-h/cheating.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/SumM1E9GVAI/AAAAAAAAADg/dbmZvVWbTn0/s320/cheating.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;6. Lying, cheating, hiding is the exact opposite of the behavior of a man who's really into you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/SumM9yHLNNI/AAAAAAAAADo/mOUdep89Qlo/s1600-h/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/SumM9yHLNNI/AAAAAAAAADo/mOUdep89Qlo/s320/6.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;7. Don't let your desire to be loved and feel affection cloud your judgment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/SumNMovsYZI/AAAAAAAAADw/Qi0ze3XHC9A/s1600-h/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/SumNMovsYZI/AAAAAAAAADw/Qi0ze3XHC9A/s320/4.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;8. A man who wants to make a relationship work will move mountains to keep the woman he loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/Sumb0XTLnGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/pJpp-WHxaU4/s1600-h/8+talaga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/Sumb0XTLnGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/pJpp-WHxaU4/s320/8+talaga.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;9. What guys do if they can't live without you: &lt;em&gt;They don't break up with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/SumP6Q9MXkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YEEf4rVGd68/s1600-h/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/SumP6Q9MXkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YEEf4rVGd68/s320/9.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;10. Always be classy. Never be crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/Sumklvw_wjI/AAAAAAAAAEw/LItERAvhsWI/s1600-h/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/Sumklvw_wjI/AAAAAAAAAEw/LItERAvhsWI/s320/10.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;11. Best revenge is not anger, but emotional distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/SumNcqmLR_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/SLGyWN4Nyyk/s1600-h/11.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/SumNcqmLR_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/SLGyWN4Nyyk/s320/11.gif" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;12. Any good, mature guy better make an attempt to love your friends and family---especially when they're great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/Sumf7bem7lI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhxoI_BJasU/s1600-h/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/Sumf7bem7lI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yhxoI_BJasU/s320/12.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;13. Being the person who makes you feel shitty or doesn't honor the person you are, is worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/SumOLpvnG7I/AAAAAAAAAEA/RppbGCxA8QE/s1600-h/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/SumOLpvnG7I/AAAAAAAAAEA/RppbGCxA8QE/s320/13.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;14. The minute you realize the situation is making you feel depressed and hurt and it's really not going to go the way you want it to, please put an end to it as soon as you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/Sumju_rvSvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/iTnPbZrz3Mg/s1600-h/14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/Sumju_rvSvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/iTnPbZrz3Mg/s320/14.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's really worth reading. By the time you finished reading this book, you'll be smarter to pick out the rotten tomatoes among the bunch. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll end this entry with this paragraph from the book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;"Don't ask yourself what you did wrong or how you could have done it differently. Don't waste your valuable heart and mind trying to figure out why he did what he did. Or thinking back on all the things he said, and wondering what was the truth and what was the lie. The only good thing you need to know is that it's really good news: He's gone. Hallelujah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Goodluck! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Credits to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cartoonfile.net/"&gt;http://www.cartoonfile.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dating.colemantoons.com/"&gt;http://www.dating.colemantoons.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/"&gt;http://www.cartoonstock.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toonpool.com/"&gt;http://www.toonpool.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturesof.net/pages/091023-013081-253009.html/"&gt;http://www.picturesof.net/pages/091023-013081-253009.html/&lt;/a&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/8570452026413285973-2932187286667869232?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/2932187286667869232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=2932187286667869232&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/2932187286667869232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/2932187286667869232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2009/10/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html' title='He&apos;s just not that into you'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/SumMGWfqv0I/AAAAAAAAADA/3hH1lxLPDFw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-7729481598336003521</id><published>2009-10-28T19:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T19:12:16.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>PBB double up love affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been hooked on &lt;em&gt;Pinoy Big Brother double up&lt;/em&gt; since it started. I have always been an avid fan of this reality show. For me, this season is a lot better than the earlier seasons because I like the combination of personalities of almost all the housemates, except for &lt;em&gt;Jimson&lt;/em&gt; (hehe). Good thing he already got evicted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But what intrigued me the most was the love team of &lt;em&gt;Princess&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Tom&lt;/em&gt;. At first, I find them corny and unrealistic. I really don't believe that you can feel something special towards a stranger, or perhaps someone you just recently met in that short span of time. Sure, you can find each other physically attractive and maybe can develop into a crush or infatuation. But something deeper than that? Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So &lt;em&gt;Princess&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;left Big Brother's house last Sunday and was not able to&amp;nbsp;bid goodbye to &lt;em&gt;Tom &lt;/em&gt;since he was on the other house. She was on &lt;em&gt;PBB uber&lt;/em&gt; this afternoon and Big Brother gave her a chance to talk to &lt;em&gt;Tom&lt;/em&gt; who was on the confession room at that time.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;was a bit nauseated by the sight of them because I know it will be another cheesy moment. But for some weird reasons, I&amp;nbsp;got&amp;nbsp;emotionally&amp;nbsp;affected just by&amp;nbsp;watching them. I don't know if the&amp;nbsp;feeling they have for&amp;nbsp;each other is already strong enough to be considered as &lt;em&gt;"love"&lt;/em&gt;,&amp;nbsp;but the video was very touching. I cried after watching this! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yyNbvxu_muI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yyNbvxu_muI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can't wait to watch it on primetime later! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS: I also don't like &lt;em&gt;Mariel, Yhel, Yuri, &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Delio&lt;/em&gt;. I hope they'll be evicted soon! Haha&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/8570452026413285973-7729481598336003521?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/7729481598336003521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=7729481598336003521&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/7729481598336003521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/7729481598336003521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2009/10/pbb-double-up-love-affair.html' title='PBB double up love affair'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-863520157907602892</id><published>2009-10-28T00:45:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:19:33.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaints'/><title type='text'>Jinxed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scene 1 (Final interview in a call center):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;Interviewer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Tell me about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'm a registered nurse. I graduated in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;*Insert name of school here*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;insert&gt;last 2007. I already worked in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;*Insert name of Middle East country here*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;insert&gt;for a year and I just came back January of this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;Interviewer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So you don't have any call center experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interviewer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ok, so expect a call from us after a few days. Thank you so much for your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I did not receive any call from them a few days or even weeks after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scene 2 (Applying as an online English tutor for Koreans. After completing a pronunctiation test via webcam interview, i.e., reading to the interviewer a lot of english paragraphs and dialogues with proper intonations):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;Interviewer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'm sorry but we only accept people with online teaching experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ok. (But was actually pissed because why did they have to let me read all those paragraphs and dialogues when in fact, they should have read my resume first!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Scene 3 (After a month of taking a drawing exam in an animations company where I would like to work as a cartoonist)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: 130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(via phone)&lt;/em&gt; Hello, I took the drawing exam last September &lt;insert&gt;and I would like to know the status of my application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;Receptionist:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ok. I'll just transfer you to the HR department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(same dialogue as above)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;HR staff:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; May I know your name please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt; Camille...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;insert&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;HR staff:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(after a few minutes checking their files)&lt;/em&gt; I'm sorry but you weren't able to pass our exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Pause)&lt;/em&gt; Okay. Thank you. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Am I really that bad not to have a decent job in my own country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or should I just go back to where I've started my career? :(&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/8570452026413285973-863520157907602892?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/863520157907602892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=863520157907602892&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/863520157907602892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/863520157907602892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2009/10/jinxed.html' title='Jinxed'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-5238293380796325341</id><published>2009-09-11T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T01:40:54.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Tips on how to commute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been months since I've been here in my home land, and hey, I've had some improvements (I think). I can now chop onions and garlic. I'm doing my own grocery and I'm the one paying the bills. But what I'm really proud of myself is that I'm actually learning how to travel on my own! I know now how to commute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being a self-proclaimed &lt;em&gt;maarte&lt;/em&gt; and only child who's just used to being a passenger in her Daddy's car, I made some tips on how to make yourself comfortable when traveling or taking PUVs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tips on how to commute&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;from a Sosyalera-wanna-be :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;1. Wear comfortable footwear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of footwear nowadays and the prices vary from the cheapest, which you can buy from sidewalk vendors or public markets, or the expensive ones with the same price as genuine leather shoes! What's the difference? Of course, the comfort! I bought a jelly-like slippers in Divisoria last summer. It actually looks like those of &lt;em&gt;Grendha&lt;/em&gt; but it only cost me &lt;em&gt;49 Php&lt;/em&gt;. It was nice and comfortable, but during rainy days, expect that your feet will also be wet even though you still have it on. It's like a sponge. The more you walk in a wet pavement, the more it absorbs the water, and later on you'll find the insole of your slippers to be soaking wet! That's why I only wear those slippers whenever I'm sure there'll be no rain throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought another pair of slippers at a popular clothing store. It's not expensive but it's not that cheap considering it's only rubber slippers. But I bought it anyway so I can use it during these rainy days. It's also a wedge slippers so I'm very sure my feet won't get wet. I was right. My feet don't get wet anymore, but it's very much painful to wear. I actually have callouses right now and it hurts like hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm planning to buy something from &lt;em&gt;Grendha&lt;/em&gt; (the real one) or &lt;em&gt;Ipanema&lt;/em&gt;. Yes, it is expensive, but maybe, it will be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;2. Know how much your exact fare is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, I will just give a 20- or a 50-peso bill because I don't know how much my exact fare is. Sometimes, the driver will give me an extra change, or sometimes he will ask me to give another peso or two. So be sure to ask and keep in mind how much your exact fare is. Most drivers are dishonest and will do anything just to earn a little more than their income &lt;em&gt;(C'mon, 1 peso?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;3. Give the exact amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave a 500-peso bill to the bus conductor one time. I know, it's my fault that I don't have a smaller bill. He told me to wait for my change. I'm about to get off the bus already but I haven't received my change yet. So I asked the conductor about it. He then answered me arrogantly, &lt;em&gt;"Magkano nga ulet pera mo?"&lt;/em&gt; Yeah, rrrrright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;4. Don't be afraid to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still good samaritans out there that you can ask for directions in case you get lost (which I normally do! Haha). But be sure to ask those who you think are the most trustworthy among the people you will encounter. I always ask security guards and lady vendors for directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, don't forget to thank them. Without them, I won't be able to go home and write this.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;5. Familiarize yourself with places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a sense of direction. I'm the type of person who easily forgets places. Most of the time, I forget the entrance of a place from which I entered from. But since I only have myself now to depend on, I learned how to become aware of my surroundings. I have to memorize places which can be my landmark in case I got lost. I'm still not good at it but at least I'm learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;6. Be aware.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the main reasons why I didn't learn how to commute on my own before was because I got &lt;em&gt;PUV-phobia&lt;/em&gt; (obviously, it's a made up word). Back in college, I always encounter hold-uppers especially in FX. That's why whenever I'm in a PUV, I'm always paranoid. But since I have no choice, I must &lt;em&gt;desensitize*&lt;/em&gt; myself. I usually keep my watch, my cellphone (sometimes my digicam), large amount of money in secret pockets that hold-uppers won't usually look at. I keep smaller bills in my coin purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Systematic desensitization&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - (psychology) A behavior therapy technique that is used to modify phobic behaviors by constructing a hierarchy of anxiety-producing stimuli and gradually presenting them to the individual until they no longer produce anxiety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lucky me I don't sleep in PUVs (even in airplanes). I just can't sleep sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Walk with the crowd.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's much safer to walk with other people than to walk alone along the busy streets and overpass, especially at night. If you're alone someone might just attack you without anybody noticing it. That's why I usually walk a bit faster when I'm alone because I want to cope up with other commuters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;8. Enjoy your trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hectic your day was, how long you've been waiting for the bus, either you have to stand or sit in MRT, just enjoy your trip and treat it as an everyday-adventure. I love riding airconditioned buses nowadays. It's comfortable and the fare is just fine. And every once in a while I listen to other people's gossips, read my seatmate's text messages secretly (haha), watch free movie, and a lot more things to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me. You'll forget that you're tired once you treat your day light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 180%;"&gt;HAPPY TRIP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8570452026413285973-5238293380796325341?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/5238293380796325341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=5238293380796325341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/5238293380796325341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/5238293380796325341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2009/09/tips-on-how-to-commute.html' title='Tips on how to commute'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570452026413285973.post-7979789473925444225</id><published>2008-09-15T18:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T01:36:39.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comic'/><title type='text'>Kung hindi ako nars, ako ay isang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING:&lt;/strong&gt; Mahaba ito. Hindi kita pinipilit na basahin ito. Pero kung wala kang magawa, go. Basa lang!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;1. Manunulat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung bata ako, mahilig akong gumawa ng mga nobela. Lalo na kapag summer vacation at nakatengga lang ako sa bahay. Yung mga natirang pages ng notebooks ko o sa likod ng lumang kalendaryo, dun ko isusulat ang nobela/komiks ko. Tapos kapag natapos ko na, tuwang-tuwa lang akong ipinapabasa yun sa mga tao sa bahay namin. Kaso kadalasan, hindi ko natatapos ang isang istorya. Kasi nabo-bored na ako sa phasing ko at gusto kong gumawa ulit ng bago. Kaya naisip ko, hindi ako magtatagal bilang isang nobelista. Nung natuto naman akong magblog, nadiskubre kong mas gusto kong magsulat sa pahayagan o kaya sa magasin. Yung parang trabaho ni &lt;em&gt;Jennifer Garner&lt;/em&gt; sa movie niyang &lt;em&gt;13 going on 30&lt;/em&gt;, o kaya ni &lt;em&gt;Drew Barrymore&lt;/em&gt; sa &lt;em&gt;Never Been Kissed&lt;/em&gt;. Yung magsusulat lang ako ng tungkol sa buhay ng mga tao, sa mga bagay-bagay na nangyayari sa paligid, etc. Kaso hindi naman ako nabigyan ng pagkakataon na tuparin ang propesyon na yun. Pero dahil sa yun pa rin ang frustration ko hanggang ngayon, may ginagawa akong libro na sana ma-ipublish ko rin sa tamang panahon. Secret kung tungkol saan . Yun nga lang, wala akong time na ipagpatuloy yung ginagawa ko. Hanggang ngayon, prologue pa lang ang nagagawa ko. Last year ko pa sinimulan yun, kamusta naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;2. Pintor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lingid sa alam ng karamihan, ang pagdo-drawing ay isang talent na binigay ni God sa akin (hindi ko na alam kung ano pa yung ibang talents na ibinigay Niya..hehe). Nung bata ako, dino-drawingan ko ang pader namin. Nagagalit na nga sina lolo kasi kakapintura lang ng bahay namin, binababoy ko na naman daw. Ang gamit ko lang noon ay simpleng crayola. Ang mahilig kong i-drawing nun ay mga tasa o cups na may mukha. Ewan ko ba kung bakit. Siguro kasi nung nursery ako, favorite kong kinakanta yung I'm a little teapot, short and stout... At ayun, puros mga pitsel at tasa ang kinatutuwaan ko. Hanggang sa kinalakihan ko na ang pagdo-drawing. Natutong gumamit ng colored pencils, craypas, at poster paint. Sumali pa nga ako sa poster making contest ng Jollibee noon e. Ipinadala ko noon yung drawing ko nila Jollibee at berks niya, kasama ang ibang mga bata. Idinrowing ko yun sa illustration board at ipinadala sa branch ng Jollibee na malapit sa amin. Kaso hindi naman ako nanalo. Actually, hindi ko alam kung may nanalo talaga sa contest na yun dahil wala naman akong nabalitaan. Ang alam ko lang, idinistribute daw ng Jollibee yung mga entries sa iba't-ibang public schools at hospitals. Yung entry ko, hindi ko alam kung saan na napunta (baka sa basurahan o kaya ni-recycle ng Jollibee yung illustration board).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desidido na kong kunin ang Fine Arts bilang course ko nung elem pa lang. Kaso dahil sa pambubuyo ng mga tao sa bahay na hindi raw ako yayaman sa kursong kukunin ko, hindi ko na ipinagpatuloy pa ang plano kong yun. Sa ngayon, nagdo-drawing-drawing pa rin naman ako kapag walang ibang ginagawa kaso kulang na rin sa practice e. At isa pa, yung mga alam kong medium, hindi na uso ngayon dahil sa computers. Mas sikat ka kapag marunong kang gumawa ng anime sa computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;3. Artista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maarte kasi ako kaya pwede akong mag-artista.. haha. Pero oo, pangarap ko rin ito noon. Naiinis nga ako kina mama dati kasi sabi ko, bakit hindi nila ako isinali sa Little Miss Philippines noon. E di sana walang Aiza Seguerra ngayon..haha. Kaso huwag na rin. Baka maging tibash rin ako e. Joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Beauty Queen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute naman ako noon. Sa mga hindi nakakaalam, consistent muse ako ng classroom namin at naisasama sa mga parada simula grade 1 hanggang grade 4. &lt;em&gt;Miss Singapore&lt;/em&gt; pa nga ako noon e. Kaya sabi ko sa sarili ko, kapag nagdalaga na ako, sasali ako sa Bb. Pilipinas. Kaso nung nagsimulang pumasok na ako sa stage ng Adolescence, marami nang nagbago. Marami ng &lt;em&gt;growth spurts&lt;/em&gt; na nangyari (at hindi ko na dedetalyehin isa-isa). Kung nung dati lagi akong muse, nung nag-grade 5 ako, aba naman. Class officer pa rin naman ako. Pero hindi na muse, kundi sergeant-at-arms! Nung HS ako, lalong pinagsakluban na ako ng kapangitan. Hindi rin kasi ako mapag-ayos noon. Nung college ako, kahit naman paano, nag-improve na ako. Natutong mag-ayos at manamit nang tama (salamat sa mga kaibigan ko..hehe). At salamat rin sa Sensya dahil sa braces, facials, peelings, relax, rebond na naimbento. Tsk..tsk.. Feeling ko nga, kung hindi ko ginastusan ang sarili ko sa mga yan, mayaman na kami ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon, hindi ko na dream ang maging isang beauty queen. Ayoko na nga ring nanonood ng mga beauty pageants. Hindi naman sa sinumpa ko na ito. Excuse me, maganda naman na ako ngayon! (sa mata ko at sa mata ni Daddy kapag inuuto ako). Kaso, nawala lang yung thrill ko na maging isang beauty queen dahil namulat na ako sa katotohanan na hindi naman kagandahan ang nagpapaikot ng mundo. Isa pa, hindi naman lahat ng beauty queens ay masaya. In fact, mas marami nga sa kanila ang tuliro ang buhay ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;5. Model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil mahilig ako sa damit at mga sapatos, naisipan kong maganda siguro kung naging model na lang ako. Bukod sa sisikat na ako, marami pa akong freebies from my sponsors. Siguradong may walk-in closet ako sa bahay sa dami ng damit na ipapadala ng mga brands na ine-endorse ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaso, ipinanganak (at mamatay na rin siguro ako) ng may katawang hindi pangmodelo. Nitong last day-off ko nga, naghahanap ako ng dress. Wala lang. Kasi gusto ko, paminsan-minsan, maging babae naman. Kaso grabeh, halos 4 na oras lang naman kaming ikot ng ikot sa lahat ng stores sa loob ng mall ngunit wala akong makitang bagay sa akin. Kasya naman silang lahat actually sa akin at FYI, hindi pa XL ang size ko ha! Kaso lang, it's either makikita ang mga body fats kong itinatago. Kaya sabi ko, sige hindi na ako bibili ng dress... Kain na lang tayo ng pizza! (OMG, mas maraming calories!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;6. TV Host&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahilig akong magtravel. Sabi nga ni mama, lakwatsera talaga ako. Pero, ako ang lakwatserang ligawin. Yun bang papasok ako sa isang bagong mall at hindi na ko makakalabas kung hindi magtatanong kung saan ang Exit. Wala kasi akong sense of direction. Aminado naman ako dun. Pero gusto kong maging parang si &lt;em&gt;Miriam Quiambao&lt;/em&gt; sa &lt;em&gt;100% Pinoy&lt;/em&gt; (o &lt;em&gt;Pinoy Meets World&lt;/em&gt; yata, nalimutan ko na). Yun bang nakakalibot siya sa kung saan-saang lugar. Nakakasalamuha niya ang iba't-ibang lahi. Nagigisnan niya ang iba't-ibang kultura, relihiyon, at tradisyon ng mga tao. At higit sa lahat, she gets the chance to eat varieties of food for free!!! Yun ang pinakamalupit. Nag-enjoy ka na, libre pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang ngayon, gusto ko pa rin itong dream na ito. Kaya kung may TV crew/manager/maimpluwensiyang tao diyan na nagbabasa ng blog ko, go. I-refer mo na ako nang madiscover na ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;7. Lead Vocalist ng isang banda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natutuwa ako sa mga babaeng soloista ng banda. Ang astig kasi ng dating nila. Kaya pinangarap ko rin maging si &lt;em&gt;Lougee&lt;/em&gt; ng &lt;em&gt;Mojofly&lt;/em&gt;, o ni &lt;em&gt;Aya&lt;/em&gt; ng &lt;em&gt;Imago&lt;/em&gt;. Kaso sabi ko nga, limited lang ang talents na ibinigay Niya sa akin (o hindi ko pa nadidiskubre yung iba). At hindi kasama ang pagkanta sa mga talents kong iyon. Hindi naman ako sintunado. Helloo.. madalas kayang 100 ang score ko sa videoke. Kaso, alam ko namang hindi lahat ng nakaka-100 sa videokehan ay professional singer. Palakasan lang ng boses dun..hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa pa, para sa akin, kung gusto kong maging rocker chic, kailangan marunong man lang akong tumugtog ng isang instrumento. E alam ko lang naman tugtugin ay organ. Yung sasabayan mo nang pagpindot ng daliri mo yung ilaw ng keys. Ganun ka-igno! haha. Ok. May alam naman akong tugtugin talaga sa Piano. Yung &lt;em&gt;Clementine ("Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine...") &lt;/em&gt;na simula pa nung grade 5 ako ay kabisado ko. E kasi demonyo yung music teacher ko noon e kaya hinding-hindi ko makakalimutan na pinakabisado niya sa akin yung piece na yan. Kaso, alangan namang puros iyon lang ang tugtugin ko sa gigs namin di ba. Baka batuhin kami ng mga tao. Pati mga ka-banda (kung may papayag) ko nadamay pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;8. Engineer/Architect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil nga sa hilig kong magdrawing, alternative ko itong 2 ito kung hindi man Fine Arts ang kunin ko. At ito rin ang propesyon ni Daddy kaya inuudyok rin niya akong ito ang kunin ko para magkasama raw kami sa kumpanya. Actually, hindi ko siya ganun ka-feel kasi hindi ko naman trip ang magdrawing ng mga buildings o mga bahay. At alam ko, kung ito ang kurso ko, dapat magaling ako sa Math. Magaling naman ako sa Math...nung 2nd yr HS nga lang yun. Kasi favorite ko nang sobra yung Math teacher ko noon. At sobrang inspired akong mag-aral sa Math noon. Naka-94 pa nga ako dun e. Kaso after nung 2nd yr (actually kahit before) HS, back to being an average Math student na ulit ako. Lito na ulit ako sa trigonometry at algebra..haha Kaya sabi ko, hindi na ako tutuloy maging engineer. Nasa mundo pa ako, pinapatay ko na agad ang sarili ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;9. Teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-school teacher to be exact, like &lt;a href="http://www.pattylaurel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Patty Laurel &lt;/a&gt;. Kasi mahilig ako sa mga bata. Lalo na yung matataba (can relate kasi ako..hehe..joke). Mamamaga sa akin yung braso at pisngi ng bata. Naisip ko rin, madali lang maging isang pre-school teacher. Makikipaglaro ka lang naman sa kanila e. Babasahan mo ng istorya. At magdo-drawing kayo buong araw. Hindi ba masaya yun? Parang back to childhood ang drama ko. Actually, naiplano ko na nga dati na magtatayo ako ng sarili kong pre-school center. Papangalanan kong &lt;em&gt;CamBiERa&lt;/em&gt; (galing sa pangalan ko). Tapos nadesignan ko na rin yung uniform ng mga magiging estudyante ko, mga teachers, at mga security guard (siyempre pati sila kasama!). Kulay green lahat. Ngayon, hindi ko na alam kung saan ko nailagay yung mga dinrowing kong yun. HS pa yata ako nun e. Pero hanggang ngayon, feel ko pa rin namang maging pre-school teacher kung bibigyan ng pagkakataon. Yun nga lang, wala pa akong perang pampagawa ng sarili kong school. Lalo na ang pagpapatahi ng mga uniforms ng mga tao ko na kulay green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;10. Fashion Designer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil mahilig nga akong magdrawing at mahilig rin ako sa damit, naisip ko noon, bakit hindi na lang sila pagsamahin? Dinrowing ko pa nga ang sarili ko noon na nananahi at nagdedesign ng damit as a fashion designer nung pinagawa kami ng art project nung grade 5 pa kami. Nakaupo ako sa harapan ng isang sewing machine at naglalagay ng mga sequins sa isang tela. Yun ang pagkakatanda ko sa drawing kong yun. Kaso lang, alam ko namang malabo sa katotohanan yung picture na yun. Unang-una, hindi ako marunong gumamit ng sewing machine. Pangalawa, hindi ako marunong manahi. Alam ko lang ay cross-stitch (na hinuhulaan ko pa ang pagtingin sa pattern) at running stitch (na hindi mo alam kung saan papunta). Yung pagbuhol nga lang ng sinulid, tinatyambahan ko pa. Hindi ko alam kung pwedeng maging fahion designer ang isang taong hindi naman marunong manahi. At naaalala ko pa, si mama ang laging gumagawa ng mga projects ko noon. Lalo na yung about sa mga pananahi. Yung pinagawa kami ng stuff toy nung 1st yr HS kami. Ginawa pa ngang model sa buong batch yung stuff toy ko e. Ang ganda kasi. Well, hindi lang nila alam, hindi ako ang gumawa nun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marami pa akong gustong idagdag dito. Marami pa akong Sana-naging-ganito-na-lang ako moments. Pero sa ngayon, ako ay isang nars. Hindi ko alam kung bakit ako dito idinala ng mga paa ko. Pero pagdating ng panahon (naks, nagiging Aiza na nga! haha), malalaman ko rin ang rason kung bakit sa propesyong ito ako dinala ng aking tadhana. &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/8570452026413285973-7979789473925444225?l=cutiemaartie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/feeds/7979789473925444225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570452026413285973&amp;postID=7979789473925444225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/7979789473925444225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570452026413285973/posts/default/7979789473925444225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutiemaartie.blogspot.com/2008/09/kung-hindi-ako-nars-ako-ay-isang.html' title='Kung hindi ako nars, ako ay isang...'/><author><name>Camille</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961241912790579749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_av1rkyS-uNY/S3JLm_fRI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lt4mq0eKVPo/S220/DSC02275.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
