tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49146663067528533642024-03-13T11:40:43.723-07:00Life as we know itlalalifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191773544518220721noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914666306752853364.post-61189220055463715482012-02-13T00:12:00.000-08:002012-02-13T00:12:52.752-08:00Seasons of Love....my seasonal sadness.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4-EEdxpczRTZOxN10mVitrrHXFVPRG1kp0jQiczRrVWnMfx0-rMIVqqgZdqjdUU6HONhlt-PNw4Cn0dkPob9DaH9EgZlNxIDdCuRGSOcVgui3TZd-2sisFJKmdeSzT5Oni-zDPP9nq9_B/s1600/heart-attack-300x276.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4-EEdxpczRTZOxN10mVitrrHXFVPRG1kp0jQiczRrVWnMfx0-rMIVqqgZdqjdUU6HONhlt-PNw4Cn0dkPob9DaH9EgZlNxIDdCuRGSOcVgui3TZd-2sisFJKmdeSzT5Oni-zDPP9nq9_B/s1600/heart-attack-300x276.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Alright, February is truly the seasons of love…although I’m not into a relationship right now, I still wanted to think and maybe believe that Valentine’s Day isn’t just for couples but also for people who still believe that LOVE is still the next best thing on earth, single, loveless or in a relationship, married or divorce or whatever. (You may agree or disagree)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I’ve been thinking lately about what could’ve been, if my love story was written a different way. Or if only I didn’t rush into everything, maybe I am married by now, or in a relationship with my soon to be husband. But with all these craziness running into my head, I want to believe that my destiny is already written, right before it happened....but of course it's not yet the end.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I have to say that until now, I regret the times; I didn’t listen to my parents. I didn’t listen to my friends and if I did, maybe it turned out to be a different story. But then again, I am thankful, because God gave me a special gift, who will love me unconditionally and the one person who would always made me feel love and special…and that is my Son. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">But I can’t help having this sudden attack of what I call the seasonal sadness; sorry because I’m so emotional like that, and I can’t help being lonely whenever, someone significant/close to me is getting married, anything about being in a relationship is like a panic button to my emotional heart. (I am not bitter; please don’t tell me I am) I just can’t help feeling this because of my son…and OK being pressured because I am waiting for 28 gazillion years to be married.(since I was born...haha exxage)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">My son is just two years old and still has a lot of growing up to do. And each day, I fear of my son’s future question. I fear of telling him how the love story of me and his father turned out to be the nightmare I never wanted to remember. I fear everyday of several questions popping into my head and the answer I am afraid to give. And of course, I wouldn’t deny the fact that I would love to walk in an aisle with my future husband, and to be in love over and over again. I would like to think that my love story has not ended yet, because God really takes time creating the beautiful things…and for sure..My moment will surely come and will worth the wait. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">They say that it takes one stupid person to fall in love, and one stupid person to make it work.- chos..<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">And just before posting this to my blog, a friend of mine message me… (I colored my name black and violet for my friend..for privacy)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Don’t you worry Paw (that’s how we call each other) you will be the first person next to my mom to know pag may nabiktima na ako LOL. =)<o:p></o:p></span></div>lalalifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191773544518220721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914666306752853364.post-9371714846099107992012-02-02T23:15:00.000-08:002012-02-02T23:17:26.825-08:00Back after a month long Hiatus.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivXqavUMS4TeiOkwB4_ind2FP71k-e0CcYCbADgQqnnQxEzMMuPSVslqd06zs8AnEM1j1NhLTyShsBxxmPV3khsceEqlnN8NYJX8PGVSGGynn2AEp8oJ91stbMKUEBpd1ZGmBiY9VIisvA/s1600/hiatus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivXqavUMS4TeiOkwB4_ind2FP71k-e0CcYCbADgQqnnQxEzMMuPSVslqd06zs8AnEM1j1NhLTyShsBxxmPV3khsceEqlnN8NYJX8PGVSGGynn2AEp8oJ91stbMKUEBpd1ZGmBiY9VIisvA/s1600/hiatus.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #44413c; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;">I feel like I owe everyone a little bit of an explanation, on why this blog has been in a month long Hiatus. Let me share what’s been happening to my life lately. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #44413c; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
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<i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #44413c; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;">The last week of December is the most stressful week I ever encountered for the last 27yrs of my life. Yes, that’s how exaggerated it was. We were almost going live with our second project until the client says no to us. The data migration and the parallel phase were suddenly cut when we were almost at the verge of saying woohoo to this project. And because of this we need to rework everything and go back to user acceptance testing part. <o:p></o:p></span></i><br />
<i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #44413c; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #44413c; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;">The first week of January is supposedly the birth of my 365 days blog project but due to my “hectic” schedule, I have to pass on this. I feel so sorry for myself, because I feel like a loser. A loser because, my project didn’t push through on its original live date, plus I suck updating my blog, and the fact that I cannot even spend time with my son, family and friends. </span></i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #44413c; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #44413c; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #44413c; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Ps. I am starting to think of turning the 365days project into 12mos project by putting the significant pictures I had every month. I’m hoping that I can do the update every month. Also, I will be deleting the website and will try to update you every once in awhile. Be healthy everyone. Miss you all. <o:p></o:p></span></div>lalalifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191773544518220721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914666306752853364.post-74910486442730256052011-12-19T02:47:00.000-08:002011-12-19T02:49:54.740-08:00Typhoon Sendong Wrath<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Anyway, the reason why I’m writing this blog is not to discuss about my tax, but it came to my realization yesterday that I am still lucky despite of the Tax impact on my salary this period. Why? Because of the wrath Sendong left last Thursday. The number of people who died in this calamity is almost 600 and counting, and thinking how Christmas will be spent by their families is truly depressing. Watching the news, really made me feel guilty of complaining, about how my Christmas and New Year would be since I have my whole family to celebrate it with. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Maybe, I suck handling my finances, that if only I assumed the implication of last month’s low tax deduction then I should have handled it differently. I feel saddened for the victims of Sendong, I’m sorry Jesus for being so selfish. Starting today, I will avoid complaining about the traffic, I will avoid complaining why I am fat, I will avoid every little complain about anything on earth that has impact on me, and most of all, I should be thankful of everything I have on my plate. After all, Christmas is not about being rich, not about having extravagant celebration but it is rather the time to celebrate the day when Christ was born and the day to celebrate it with your family. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Amen, <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Lala<o:p></o:p></span></div></div>lalalifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191773544518220721noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914666306752853364.post-79571718075068399492011-12-16T00:33:00.000-08:002011-12-16T00:35:19.149-08:00COMING SOON<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRUulpT4bh3_0J8NF3a_QBwghaV6Rh2-SOHDVtIbur7LhDHxvV5iCraXgrpQuL5zGn2SNKvSyqHDb_NsBu5T8fIYC8IfiZarGrGfYh4cjKS1lOZOysUnZcy2uCP1eSt-W7i8n8g1UHemd3/s1600/yeaaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRUulpT4bh3_0J8NF3a_QBwghaV6Rh2-SOHDVtIbur7LhDHxvV5iCraXgrpQuL5zGn2SNKvSyqHDb_NsBu5T8fIYC8IfiZarGrGfYh4cjKS1lOZOysUnZcy2uCP1eSt-W7i8n8g1UHemd3/s320/yeaaa.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I am so excited for the new year to come. Of course Xmas too...but what's making me more excited is the birth of my website on Jan 01,2012 www.wix.com/chuchurnaeklabu/365daysprojectoflala</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Lala</span></div>lalalifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191773544518220721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914666306752853364.post-31342136573961077892011-12-15T22:49:00.000-08:002011-12-15T22:49:03.872-08:00BC Bloggers=I'm now a member!<a href="http://www.mommydiary.net/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="BC_BLOGGERS" height="125" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6168/6169159312_3d10bf2d0c_m.jpg" width="125" /></a>I came across the blog of <a href="http://www.mommydiary.net/">Ms. Paula</a> who founded BC Bloggers Secret. It's interesting to know that there's a fastest way to connect to other bloggers without the hassle of commenting to each post, putting your link and begging to be followed back. Kudos to Ms. Paula for having this idea.<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Have you ever considered yourself a person that is competent with many skills, but cannot be considered the OUTSTANDING in any particular skills your good at? I think I can consider myself as one or maybe not.</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><u1:p></u1:p> <div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">My boss recently told me, “Lala, you are really such an exceptional employee. When I told you to finish everything, you meet the deadlines, you’re also good using your common sense and that’s one thing I admire you best. But (OMG there’s a big BUT?) You lack specialization; you’re more of a generalist than becoming the best. I am grooming you to become the best so I hope you can improve that part of you. All in all you’re GOOD. “</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><u1:p></u1:p> <div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">I don’t know but it seems to me that he wanted to reiterate that I’m a “Jack of all trades but a master of none.” Haha or I’m just being so judgmental. On the contrary, I really don’t want to assume its negative, because everyone is entitled to their opinion. My opinion regarding this is that a specialist imprisons himself in one dimension, making him stagnant. While a generalist, finds his way to improve more, learning new things, and enjoy the process of pursuing excellence.</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><u1:p></u1:p> <div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">So if someone told you, you are indeed a Jack of all trades, master of none, it doesn’t always mean negative. But if you think I maybe wrong….I tell you...this is my blog so I’m right. LOL</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div>lalalifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191773544518220721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914666306752853364.post-11421536675197960812011-11-02T23:00:00.000-07:002011-11-02T23:00:43.578-07:00Boredom StrikesI seriously have no idea why am i writing this shit right now..I think I;m having a bad day. I'm happy though because a lot of interesting and fun things are going on in my life ....but I guess boredom strikes now.Well let's define boredom...boredom is not, contrary to popular belief, a result of having nothing to do. It's very hard to come up with a situation where a person's options are so limited that he or she can literally do nothing. It stems from the situation where none of the possible things taht a person can do realistically appeal to the person in question. This renders the person inaactive, and generally unhappy. DAMN THIS DAY REALLY MAKES ME FEEL SO BORED!!!lalalifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191773544518220721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914666306752853364.post-77812825309823786292011-10-11T20:48:00.000-07:002011-10-11T20:48:09.651-07:00WHAT DOESN'T KILL YOU MAKES YOU STRONGER.<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Hi everyone!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I miss blogging. A lot of things happened to me lately and I’m still on the verge of adjusting to the changes. Let me share them. A friend breaks her silence for being in a hell of a relationship with his husband, and decided to call it quits. Another friend, break up with his boyfriend after finding out that his married. And it may sound really weird if I say another friend break up with his fiancé after being in love in a complete stranger. Since, I’m a friend; I became the emotional sponge for all of them. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I can’t turn my back on them, and sometimes it’s good to know that they need you in times like this, I may not be an expert, but I love giving advices to my friends. It feels like you are free to scold them and tell them everything you want to say whether it’ll break their hearts into a million pieces. However, I can’t help myself from being so emotional especially if they’ve become a part of your life. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Anyhoo, I don’t want to go into details, rather, I want to take this opportunity to share what I think the most essential tips in breaking up with a guy. I received this way back from a friend who wanted to open my eyes about guys. I’m glad, I finally moved on, happy with the one and only man in my life…my son!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">***<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">If he doesn’t want you, nothing can make him stay.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><strong><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior.</span></strong><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><strong><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Stop trying to change yourselves for a relationship that’s not meant to be.</span></strong><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Slower is better.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><strong><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve</span></strong><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><strong><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">then heck no, you can’t "be friends."</span></strong><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><strong><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">A friend wouldn’t mistreat a friend.</span></strong><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Don’t settle. If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Don’t stay because you think "it will get better." You’ll be mad at yourself<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">a year later for staying when things are not better.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">The only person you can control in a relationship is you.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Avoid men who’ve got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">He didn’t marry them when he got them pregnant,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Why would he treat you any differently?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><strong><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Always have your own set of friends separate from his</span></strong><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">If something bothers you, speak up.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Never let a man know everything. He will use it against you later.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">You cannot change a man’s behavior. Change comes from within.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><strong><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Don’t EVER make him feel he is more important than you are...even if he has</span></strong><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><strong><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">more education or in a better job. Do not make him into a quasi-god.</span></strong><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">He is a man, nothing more nothing less.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><strong><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Never let a man define who you are.</span></strong><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Never borrow someone else’s man.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><strong><span style="background: white; color: red; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Oh Lord! If he cheated with you, he’ll cheat on you.</span></strong><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">A man will only treat you the way you<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><em><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";">allow</span></em><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>him to treat you.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">All men are<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><em><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif";">not</span></em><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>dogs.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><strong><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">You should not be the one doing all the bending...compromise is a two-way street.</span></strong><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">You need time to heal between relationships...There is nothing cute about baggage.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">You should never look for someone to complete you. A relationship consists<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">of two whole individuals. Look for someone complimentary, not supplementary.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Dating is fun; even if he doesn’t turn out to be Mr. Right.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Make him miss you sometimes. When a man always know where you are, and you’re<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">always readily available to him—he takes it for granted.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Don’t fully commit to a man who doesn’t give you everything that you need.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Keep him in your radar but get to know others.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">I ALWAYS SAY THIS, Heart is the most resilient thing, and it can be broken up into so many pieces and in time put itself back together. And we are human just like man!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><em><span style="background: white; color: #7f007f; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate</span></em><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"> </span><em><span style="background: white; color: #7f007f; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;">them, a day to love them, and an entire lifetime to forget them.</span></em><span style="background: white; color: #454545; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><em><span style="background: white; color: #7f007f; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt;"><br />
</span></em></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7f007f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>PS. I wanted to add this song. :P</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;">See my days are cold without you (without you)<br />
But I'm hurtin while im with you (with you)<br />
And though my heart can't take no more<br />
I keep on running back to you<br />
See my days are cold without you(without you)<br />
But I'm hurtin while im with you (with you)<br />
And though my heart can't take no more<br />
I keep on running back to you<br />
<br />
Baby I don't know why ya treatin me so bad<br />
You said you love me, no one above me(above me)<br />
And I was all you had<br />
And though my heart is beating for ya<br />
I can't stop crying (crying)<br />
I don't know how<br />
I allow you to treat me this way and still i stay (stay)<br />
<br />
See my days are cold without you (my days awww)<br />
But I'm hurtin while im with you<br />
And though my heart can't take no more (no more no more)<br />
I keep on running back to you<br />
See my days are cold without you<br />
But I'm hurtin while im with you<br />
And though my heart can't take no more<br />
I keep on running back to you<br />
<br />
Baby I don't know why ya wanna do me wrong<br />
See when I'm home, I'm all alone (alone)<br />
And you are always gone<br />
And boy, you know I really love you (love you)<br />
I can't deny<br />
I can't see how you bring me to so many tears after all these years<br />
<br />
See my days are cold without you<br />
But I'm hurtin while im with you<br />
And though my heart can't take no more<br />
I keep on running back to you<br />
See my days are cold without you<br />
But I'm hurtin while im with you<br />
And though my heart can't take no more<br />
I keep on running back to you<br />
Oohhhhh<br />
I trusted you, I trusted you<br />
So sad, so sad<br />
what love will make you do<br />
all the things that we accept<br />
be the things that we regret<br />
too all of my ladies (ladies) feel me<br />
c'mon sing wit me<br />
See, when I get the strength to leave<br />
You always tell me that you need me<br />
And I'm weak cause I believe you<br />
And I'm mad because I love you<br />
So I stop and think that maybe<br />
You can learn to appreciate me<br />
Then it all remains the same that<br />
You ain't never gonna change<br />
(never gonna change, never gonna change)<br />
See my days are cold without you<br />
But I'm hurtin while im with you<br />
And though my heart can't take no more<br />
I keep on running back to you<br />
See my days are cold without you<br />
But im hurtin while im with you<br />
And though my heart can't take no more<br />
I keep on running back to you<br />
<br />
Baby why you hurt me leave me and desert me<br />
Boy I gave you all my heart<br />
And all you do is tear it up<br />
Looking out my window<br />
Knowing that I should go<br />
Even when I pack my bags<br />
This something always hold me back </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/gUPrnu3BEU8?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"><br />
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</span></span>lalalifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191773544518220721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914666306752853364.post-81104266708308592272011-10-03T08:06:00.000-07:002011-10-03T08:06:56.985-07:00Read this: GIVEAWAY ALERT:The New BODY by BURBERRY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizV3whdNorqA_JK9hDXri2BEuNURLr7N1cBngzwrRI6YT8IzzirZ8Hxt1Hs1OPu-XEDWkHuUw5Z-1897WsZfsnbQhmiujqPyD39S5ewZsdZfT0LZNYoMLm87Wz442RZ1k4V9En_4jM1kIa/s1600/Body+EDP+Intense-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizV3whdNorqA_JK9hDXri2BEuNURLr7N1cBngzwrRI6YT8IzzirZ8Hxt1Hs1OPu-XEDWkHuUw5Z-1897WsZfsnbQhmiujqPyD39S5ewZsdZfT0LZNYoMLm87Wz442RZ1k4V9En_4jM1kIa/s320/Body+EDP+Intense-1.jpg" width="226" /></a></div>It's Ber months so it means were near Christmas time.<br />
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</div><div>Maybe it's your chance to win the NEW BODY by Burberry. Our not so ordinary beauty queen is giving away this so what are you waiting for? Click <a href="http://notyourordinarybeautyqueen.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-body-by-burberry-giveaway.html">here</a> for details. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Enjoy!Happy Monday evening!</div>lalalifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191773544518220721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914666306752853364.post-30331443217617921152011-10-02T16:28:00.000-07:002011-10-02T16:28:44.479-07:00Feed your heart with HAPPY LEMON.<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Truly the greatest gift from God is the fact that we can eat. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">I’ve been craving for yummy dessert since last week; I hate myself for reading several blogs about pastries and feel sorry for not having enough budget to buy the cakes, different expensive pastries they keep ranting about. OK- fine! <strike>Bitter.</strike> <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikdJhsajn8qWfllVpdkYHRKsiTp23hqikMTNgEQ6vPzqMy8nRFLIDODF2TCtt0lBcywAGCJCc_1gYJaC727ZWGBCQym2sPqeMX81qL9le5XweUyNOUXc6CHEpqIu5OYLgCE0o3s9nNsyNs/s1600/IMG041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikdJhsajn8qWfllVpdkYHRKsiTp23hqikMTNgEQ6vPzqMy8nRFLIDODF2TCtt0lBcywAGCJCc_1gYJaC727ZWGBCQym2sPqeMX81qL9le5XweUyNOUXc6CHEpqIu5OYLgCE0o3s9nNsyNs/s1600/IMG041.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Anyhoo, I’m ecstatic when I finally got to taste HAPPY LEMON. Me and my friends tried the best and the uber famous COCOA WITH ROCKSALT AND CHEESE. I was like???? Really Cocoa with cheese?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Since we’re all first timers when we went to Happy Lemon, we tried the biggest talk of the town the rocksalt and cheese drinks, and true enough…IT WAS LOVE AT FIRST ZIP. </span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">I love the cocoa and the milk that goes with it, the idea of sweet, salty and everything inside your tongue is really heavenly. I am a fun of salty foods and sweet goodies and I always make sure that if I eat sweets, I have salty food to blend with it. So when I tasted Happy Lemon’s bestseller, I shouted with glee and uttered, CAN I MARRY YOU, Happy Lemon?</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Their rock salt and cheese base drinks are best consumed by sipping directly from the cup. It’s really yummy, and will definitely comeback for another one.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">And here ends my Happy Lemon experience…happy lemoning :P<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Happy Lemon</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Locations: </span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">G/F Promenade, greenhills, San Juan</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">4F Eastwood Mall, Libis, Quezon City</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Email:</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="mailto:happylemon@happylemon.ph">happylemon@happylemon.ph</a></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Website:</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://www.happy-lemon.com</span></div>lalalifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191773544518220721noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914666306752853364.post-80909792222296752342011-09-21T15:04:00.000-07:002011-09-21T15:04:56.178-07:00BLEEDING LOVE<div class="MsoNormal"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/Vzo-EL_62fQ/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vzo-EL_62fQ&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vzo-EL_62fQ&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Have you guys fallen in love? Do you come to a point that you almost lose your sanity just because of loving so much?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Last week, September 14, 2011, Shiela Macapugay shot his husband and accidentally killed an innocent guard of a famous Quezon City Mall. According to news, Shiela confronted her husband publicly and shot her husband inside the mall and planned to kill herself after, but she failed shooting herself when the guard Ricardo Inamac intercepted which resulted to Inamac’s death.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I said to myself, before I die, I have to kill my husband first. I just couldn’t accept the fact that he abandoned us for his mistress.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Days later, a thirteen year old boy shot his alleged 17- year old boyfriend before firing the .22caliber to himself in front of a restaurant chain inside a famous mall in Pampanga out of jealousy. Both were rushed to the hospital, one was declared brain dead and the other one in a critical condition. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Amidst all this, I can’t think of anyone to blame for the circumstances that happened leading them to this. The only thing I’m certain is LOVE. We cannot blame Shiela for killing his husband; we cannot blame him for taking the life of an innocent guard because we were not there when it happened. We do not know what exactly is going on with her emotion during that time when all she wanted was to escape from the reality of being hurt, ridiculed and cheated by her husband. On the other hand, we cannot blame Abel for choosing his mistress over Shiela because we do not know exactly the reason of Abel’s infidelity. We also cannot judge the 13 year old boy who love his partner so much resulting into a tragic end of their love affair. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I don’t know what in the world is happening today. God save us from another tragedy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>lalalifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191773544518220721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914666306752853364.post-37395849083468198222011-09-19T13:39:00.000-07:002011-09-19T13:48:28.658-07:00ALMOST<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/HpmvcAE5PlE?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"></span></span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Okay, another boring day in the office that leads me to listening to songs available in my iTouch. I listened to a lot of different genre so I have Pop/rock, Alternative, R&B and acoustic songs in my iTouch. I decided to play r&b songs this time, all because I’m into a weird feeling of missing someone right now.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Lately, things did not get used to what I’ve been wishing and praying for. Although, we still constantly chat, I know this will no longer be a soon to be “serious relationship”. Its looks like he gave up on me already, because he’s having a hard time dealing with me.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><u1:p></u1:p> <div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> So I can relate to this song right now:</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><br />
</span></div><u1:p></u1:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #ccccdd; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">"Almost"</span></b></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #ccccdd; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span"><i>[Verse 1]</i></span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Can you tell me</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">How can one miss what she's never had</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">How could I reminisce when there is no past</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">How could I have memories of being happy with you boy</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Could someone tell me how can this be</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">How could my mind pull up incidents</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Recall dates and times that never happened</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">How could we celebrate a love that's to late</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">And how could I really mean the words I'm bout to say</span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span"><i>[Chorus]</i></span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">I missed the times that we almost shared</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">I miss the love that was almost there</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">I miss the times that we use to kiss</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">At least in my dreams</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Just let me take my time and reminisce</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">I miss the times that we never had</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">What happened to us we were almost there</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Whoever said it's impossible to miss when you never had</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Never almost had you</span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span"><i>[Verse 2]</i></span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">I cannot believe I let you go</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Or what I should say I should've grabbed you up and never let you go</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">I should've went out with you</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">I should've made you my boo boy</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Yes that's one time I should've broke the rules</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">I should've went on a date</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Should've found a way to escape</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Should've turned a almost into</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">If it happened now its to late</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">How could I celebrate a love that wasn't real</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">And if it didn't happen why does my heart feel</span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span"><i>[Chorus]</i></span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">I missed the times that we almost shared</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">I miss the love that was almost there</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">I miss the times that we use to kiss</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">At least in my dreams</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Just let me take my time and reminisce</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">I miss the times that we never had</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">What happened to us we were almost there</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Whoever said it's impossible to miss when you never had</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Never almost had you</span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span"><i>[Verse 3]</i></span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">(sometimes I wanna rub ya, some nights I wanna hug ya)</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">And you seem to be the perfect one for me</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">You (some nights I wanna touch ya but tonight I wanna love ya)</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">You're all that I ever wanted</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">And you're my everything yes its true</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Boy its hard to be close to you</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">My love</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">I know it may sound crazy</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">But I'm in love with you</span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span"><i>[Chorus]</i></span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">I missed the times that we almost shared</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">I miss the love that was almost there</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">I miss the times that we use to kiss</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">At least in my dreams</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Just let me take my time and reminisce</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">I miss the times that we never had</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">What happened to us we were almost there</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Whoever said it's impossible to miss when you never had</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Never almost had you</span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span">I missed the times that we almost shared</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">I miss the love that was almost there (sometimes I wanna rub ya)</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">I miss the times that we use to kiss</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">At least in my dreams</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Just let me take my time and reminisce (but tonight I wanna love ya)</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">I miss the times that we never had</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">What happened to us we were almost there</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Whoever said its impossible to miss when you never had</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Never, never almost had you (but tonight I wanna love ya)</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;">Tonight is the start of Monday madness in the office. I work night shift for the longest of years and been used to sleeping late in the morning, drinking beer in the morning and saying good morning to people even if it’s literally evening in our location.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I don’t really have something in my mind right now, but when I saw this “boss” I knew I have something to write about. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He was from US and a lot of pioneer agents from here know him. His attitude, the way he works, the way he see things and the way he bring people into a chaos. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I hate this guy; I hate his face, his body and him as a person. He is so pathetic, ill mannered and a childish human being who pretends to be one of the educated, professional human being in the office. Hey man! You’re not from here! So stop treating us, as if you own the place. (I wanted to tell this to him.) Everybody seems to honor him, obey him, and love him all for the love of power. Here, if you belong to his group you’re considered one of the untouchables. Untouchables are the society he grouped together to serve him, and gave him information he may need to know, whether office related, or personal information. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Hey, did I just say personal information? Yes, this man loves invading your privacy and creating issues which leads to broken relationships, friends having issues about trust and feeling disappointment and lack of motivation towards your job because of unfair treatment. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Whenever he’s here in the office, it’s like everyone hates their job. It’s like everyone has their fair share of issues and if you’re lucky you become the “hot item”. I once experienced this but I never wanted this whole thing affect me! After all, I came here for work and not to gossip. Now, all I wanted is to have a different boss (he was actually not my boss) but since, he works for the US accounts, he do the trainings for all of US HR agents. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">They have a new hot item in the office, and I kinda wish her the courage to battle all of this Sh*t. I hope, she can handle all of the nasty comments, the unfair promotion, the bullying untouchables and this hard headed guy whose really a pain in the friggin’ a**. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I also wish the management of our office find this real soon. But of course, nobody will tell the managers, because they are afraid of losing their job. Of course, who’s not afraid? But, I did try once, I tried talking to my manager with all this but, it did not materialize. Because, all he can say is to let go of the Bad Vibes, they will eventually get a new issue and the topic about you will just die a natural death. True enough it did, but the pain, the friendship being in question, the hopeless wish to step up did not materialize to. = (Sadly, this continues everyday and I suck for tolerating this. <o:p></o:p></span></div>lalalifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16191773544518220721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914666306752853364.post-58798594799719276202011-09-16T09:01:00.000-07:002011-09-16T09:05:06.155-07:00Welcome anonymosity!<div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvaPz3VVd4JOs1UG-Y2bQoUMpDhEF9HHqLkyQOw91uLXXevABerWf3ta7xUXfcpzVjMT2GLQcj04raUzhheZLzysPLbxKWwMTYf6PaK8Yn-E-I_Uj1hGwVoDlu5MH8hKF10S3YDFiHQp1a/s1600/identity-fraud1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvaPz3VVd4JOs1UG-Y2bQoUMpDhEF9HHqLkyQOw91uLXXevABerWf3ta7xUXfcpzVjMT2GLQcj04raUzhheZLzysPLbxKWwMTYf6PaK8Yn-E-I_Uj1hGwVoDlu5MH8hKF10S3YDFiHQp1a/s320/identity-fraud1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Welcome to my second attempt of BLOGGING ANONYMOUSLY.:p <o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">WHY ANONYMOUSLY BLOG?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">My experiences are something I really want to share, but I want to make it a little private by keeping my identity anonymous because I don’t want them to know it’s me. Although I have an active blogspot account and a wordpress account. I decided to try blogging anonymously to see how this is going to be patronized by the readers. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">WHAT GIVES YOU AN IDEA OF BLOGGING ANONYMOUSLY?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">I was given the idea of writing a blog anonymously because it’s more of an experiment to know if people will still going to believe you despite of not revealing your identity. Also, I believe that it’s not the person that makes the blog interesting it’s about the experiences, the lesson and the passion to write. And not to mention blogging anonymously is one of my bucket lists.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">DESCRIBE YOURSELF?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">I am a mother, a fighter, a comedienne, a loving daughter, a friend, a bitch, a traveler, a fashionista, a stupid girl, a bratinella, a believer of God and anything I can be without trying so hard. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">WHAT AM I GOING TO WRITE?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">This is going to be all about my experiences, good finds, travels, politics, work, and anything under the sun. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">WHO CAN READ?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Anybody, any invertebrates or vertebrates who can read, appreciate, hate, love and whatever! Enjoy!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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