tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19178471281574224892024-03-05T14:20:52.560+08:00UnleashLadyLoveIdeas.Thoughts.Opinions.Reviews.AdventuresAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12889159748039288188noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917847128157422489.post-51810507850385160612013-03-08T03:29:00.000+08:002013-03-08T10:44:55.940+08:00First Dip Of Summer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">Some people are still preparing for the upcoming summer season but for me and my university friends, it's summer time already. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">A midst our super hectic schedule at work, we agreed to have a mini-reunion. Mini reunions are usually held in a McDonald but this time, it's different. Guess where?!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This time, it's an out-of-the-town outing, away from the fast paced city life and more closer to nature. We decided to go to a beach somewhere south of Cebu, the town is called Moalboal. To reach there, we traveled approximately 3 hours from Cebu South Bus Terminal. We took Ceres Bus Liner with the route <b style="font-style: italic;">"Bato via Barili"</b>. We had one stop over at Barili, where people can buy some food or snacks, withdraw money, answer to the call of nature <i>(e.g. peeing, pooping)</i> and a lot more. The stop over will be just 10 to 15mins.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Once you arrive at the Moalboal town proper, you can buy some stuffs you most likely need while staying like water, food and other supplies because beach area is kinda far. You need to take a 10-minute tricycle ride going to the resort you'll be staying. I suggest, you guys should stay beach resort at Bas Dako area so that you guys can enjoy the wide beach line. When we went there, we stayed at <b><i>Magic's place</i></b>. It's a cozy place good for backpackers who are travelling in groups and with limited budget. It's nice because you can bring food of your own choice without corkage fee and if you guys bring something to cook, you guys can request from them to cook it for you. The owner was really accommodating to us.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We rented an air-conditioned family room, with own bathroom and toilet. It has 3 beds made of bamboo. They don't have limit for how many people who'll gonna stay inside as long as you guys are comfortable and can fit in the beds. We were 10 adults and a kid, what we did is we move the bed closer to each other so that we can fit in.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">While some of us were sleeping because they got a little bit exhausted of our bus travel off to the resort, some of us were busy exploring the beach, it's white sand and it's water of course. While in there, we were approach by a vendor selling fresh sea urchin. She told us that a pail of sea urchins will cost us 100 pesos only and they were willing to clean it for us. We found it as a very good deal so one our friend bought a pail. And shared it with the group.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We stayed at the beach up until sunset and enjoyed the water along with some local and foreign tourists. I love the sunset so much. Sunset in Moalboal is really awesome.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For dinner, we ate grilled pork chop and hanging rice,we call it "puso" in our native dialect. Puso is a rice wrap with weave coconut leaves.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After dinner time, this is the moment everyone is looking forward to. We plan to have a bonfire, gather around it, share about anything and play games. While some of us are excited to gather some materials for the bonfire, here comes the cottage owner telling us that bonfire is not allowed along the beach for it will ruined the sand. Everyone of us got sad. T.T</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But the owner gave us some tips on how to make a bonfire without destroying the sand. She told us that we'll just use some candles instead. What we did was, we dug a small hole. Light 5 candles inside that hole. Bingo! We made an instant bonfire without destroying the sand. And the rest of the plan for the evening was followed. It was a great evening for every one of us. We had a great catching up, shared our various life's stories about our daily life's encounter. Of course, we didn't end the night without telling some goose bump stories.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The next day, we got up early and excitedly waitied for our island hopping tour guides, Our schedule was 7A.M. We were so lucky, we had great tour guides. They really gave us a great tour. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was a little bit hesitant at first for our island hopping because that time the waves are really big. And as we sailed, it's like as if the waves will crush as anytime. At the back of my mind, I silently told myself, "it's okay Jerry, you are insured." Up until, we saw these group of fisherman fishing in the designated area with their much smaller sailboat. Everyone of us were at ease until our guide told us <i>"Guys, dolphins!". </i>We were excited again upon seeing those flock of dolphins busy catching for food. We tried to chase them while chasing, we were meeting with waves' current that makes everyone of us shout because we thought that the waves will swallow our motor boat. And we girls pleaded to our guides, <i>"Kuya, no more doplhin chasing please!". </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Indeed, we head to our next destination which is, the <i>Pescador Island</i>, it's a nearby island where we had fish feeding. We had a close encounter with different colorful species of fishes and different kinds of corals. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After there, we went immediately to the<i> pawikan sanctuary</i> (pawikan is a Philippine turtle, it's a specie of turtle that can be find here in the Philippines). There we saw lots of pawikans, some are swimming along with scuba divers, some are just staying at one place. It was a great experience. And it made me realize how beautiful and mysterious is the world underwater. And when I saw a trench, it makes me made up my mind that one of the most dangerous places here on earth is underwater. It's really, really scary. It was so deep and so dark.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That was one great adventure for me. And I really never regretted that I did come a midst the fact that I was a bit hesitant to come at first because of the ever changing weather. I surely wanna come again to play with dolphins. I wanna watch them dancing as they tug along with our motor boat. Our guide told us that the best season to do dolphin watching is around May to October because there are lots of flock of playful dolphins.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tip: Beware of the jellyfish, I got a few souvenirs from them because I dunno how to swim so I didn't had the chance to run away from that tiny flesh like creature.. ^____^</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Title of the blog and the photos are credited to my friend Edjel...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Stay tune for my next adventure.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12889159748039288188noreply@blogger.com0Moalboal, Philippines9.9556609000000016 123.400759800000069.924381900000002 123.36041930000006 9.9869399000000012 123.44110030000006tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917847128157422489.post-62271258005141614562013-03-04T17:58:00.000+08:002013-03-08T08:32:16.917+08:00Don't Keep Yourself Hanging With Doubts<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I have this hobby of writing anywhere what's in my mind while I'm at work whether it's in a piece of paper, in my notebook, in my email drafts. And today while I'm deleting something in my email drafts and I came across this short poem I've written around November last year:</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><b><i>Thoughts and Questions</i></b><br /><br />School makes you like a machine<br />Will I let my work turn me like a machine?<br />You said you can't feel any emotions<br />Will I allow myself be hardened like stones as well?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sometimes in a relationship, we tend to disregard the signs that our partner is showing to us intentionally because we tend to think that we can mend things. We try to do some repairs just to let things last for awhile. But in the end, we really have to face the reality that we really need an upgrade of the relationship by bringing up the issue of the current status of the relationship and try to find solutions on the issue at stake. If the relationship can't be mend anymore, be realistic and just let go of it because if we keep on hanging-on something and the other party will never ever bother to pull you up, you'll get tired eventually and fall into the pit of sadness and sorrow. And it will take you longer time to recover out from it. The drawback is you'll loss a lot of stuff including your self-esteem and confidence. For sure, you don't want that to happen.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Personally, things like these are one of my personal challenge, being caught up in a relationship and finding it hard to let go of someone whom I valued so much even though my brain is telling me that something is off. I've been to the pit of sorrow and sadness several times because of this attitude of mine. And this year, since my goal is to make this year my best year, I tried really hard to break this seemingly endless cycle. I tried to let go of the unnecessary baggage in my life's journey and try to mend broken bonds. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Compared before and now, I'm fully aware now that I'm perfectly love by a perfect God regardless of my flaws. He won't ever love me less and He will always pick me up every time I stumble down. And that awareness, makes me stronger to face whatever turmoils that I'll be facing in my life's journey.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12889159748039288188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917847128157422489.post-63167763952869707652013-03-03T22:14:00.001+08:002013-03-10T00:16:01.859+08:00Ending Is A New Beginning<div style="text-align: justify;">
Awhile ago I attended a friend's birthday celebration but I was in a hurry to go ahead and back to somewhere where my cousin and my Korean friend are waiting for me. I was a bit late from our agreed time because I find it hard to bid goodbye while some friends are still eating on the table. Why? It's because my late grandmother often told us that it's kinda rude to leave someone else on the table while they are still eating. But I had no choice I need to head back and send our Korean friend to the airport.</div>
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So, I asked permission to my friend who was celebrating his birthday to go ahead. And while I was bidding everyone else on the room goodbye, everyone was asking me, "Oh you're going ahead!". It was like they want to say the celebration wasn't over yet. Probably, they got used to it that I'm always one of those people in crowd who leaves the venue last.</div>
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Out from that one, I have a realization. I realize that every ending doesn't mean that it's already the end of everything. It always conveys a new beginning of something wonderful in your life. It's true that page of your life's chapter is ending but it always promises you a new chapter wherein you can paint another wonderful image of life. It's like witnessing a sunset, it always tells us that another day is coming ahead of us. A new tomorrow where you can live fully according to God's plan for you. Things in our lives happened for certain reasons for us to learn something and to keep our journey in this world more awesome and wonderful.</div>
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So guys, we need to live our lives to the fullest, smile often so that people around will learn to smile as well. Laugh at simple things. Don't frown. It's a big NO NO for every one. Learn to dance along with the sweet life's music. And don't forget to praise God for all the marvelous things around you. ^_______^</div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">5 days left and I can see you again</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But why I'm dying right now?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I can hear the clock ticking</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Like a death await in the end of it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Fear envelopes me now more than excitement.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">5 days left and I can hold your hands again</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But why my tears are falling right now</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Like someone really close to me just died</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Sorrow and pain threatens me right now.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">5 days left and 7 happy days will come</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Collecting every single minute of it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">While reminiscing all those good days.</span></div>
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<span class="fullpost"> Each individual experienced different kinds of experiences last year, some has left with scars in there hearts, some collected wonderful memories. For some they felt it's just same old self, same old routine and just very lazy to recognize the difference of the past years.</span></div>
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<span class="fullpost"> But for me, my life last year was like a roller coaster ride. I went up and gain the momentum and at times, I went down to the deepest part of my life where I grief and mourn. But I don't have to dwell on all those sorrowful moment, allow me to share where my feet brought me last year. This are the list of places and events that left wonderful memories for me.</span></div>
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Every locals and even tourists won't dare to miss <i>"Sinulog Festival"</i>, everyone is willing to walk for the entire day to join thousands of people on the street. This event is celebrated every 3rd week Saturday and Sunday of January and it's a well-anticipated event.<br /> Last year was a bit different, I partake only on Saturday's afternoon activity for I had a flight the following day off to Manila for some important matter to attend to. What made it extra special? On that day I got my first <i>"Henna Tattoo", </i>for a person like me who's not into this thing. Not just one but two...^_^</span></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span class="fullpost"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><b></b>A year won't pass by without summer. Last year, we had our summer team building in Crimson Beach Hotel and Resort, Mactan Island, Cebu. I enjoyed the beach, games and the delicious buffet while enhancing my relationship with my co-worker.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><b><span id="goog_1097480065"></span><span id="goog_1097480066"></span><br /></b> It was my first time visiting Mindanao area and my goal is to roam around Davao and Tagum City but my feet brought me to Samal Island, where we were lost on the road while we are being mesmerized by the island's beauty. And not only that, we were embrace and welcome by our warmhearted</span></span><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> hosts. They are really kind and awesome couple. I will definitely go back in this little island to experience more of it's beauty.</span><span class="fullpost"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><b> </b></span></span></li>
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View Resort in Busay, Cebu: last year was my first time to visit this
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girl who grew up in the countryside with trees and all land terrain, I
took the courage to swim in a swimming pool for the first time. And for the record, I don't know how to swim. </span></span><span class="fullpost"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"></span></span><span class="fullpost"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Quite embarrassing isn't it?! ^___^ </span></span><br />
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<span class="fullpost"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> Off to the northern part of Cebu where Coco Palm Beach Resort in Danao is located. It was a team-building organize by my friend's company, I was just drag along with them. But it was worth a try. They got infinity pool with jacuzzi and some mini-water theme park. And for the first time also, I experienced here the thrill of rowing a kayak.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> Another tourist destination in the hills of Busay is Tops, here you can see experience the spectacular city view of Cebu City stretch up to Mactan Island where lights give life to buildings, bridges, highways and houses at night.</span></span></li>
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<span class="fullpost"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> Even if I grew up in the southern part of Cebu and Alcoy is really near my hometown, believe me for more than 20 years of my existence it's my first time to visit Alcoy last year. I had so much fun with a very interesting companion, very unforgettable. The beach has white sand, the place is really silent and good for those who want to unwind and escape from their busy and noisy world. We stayed at Bodos Bamboo Bar and Resort while we where there.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Everyone says that Cebu is really hot. This place negates that fact. Do you know that there's a place in south where they brand as "<i>Little Baguio</i>" and "<i>Vegetable Capital of Cebu</i>" because of it's temperature? Well. that place is in Mantalungon, Dalaguete, Cebu where Osmeña Peak also lies. This peak is pretty famous for people who love outdoor activities like camping and mountain trekking. When I climbed up there with friends, it was raining, trek was a little muddy and the surroundings are full of fog. That trekking thing was impromptu by the way.^_^</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Not but not the least is karting at Kartzone in Panagadait, Mabolo, Cebu City. It was one of the most unforgettable experience of mine and indeed very risky one. I swear to myself not to ride in a kart if I'm not the one driving it because I was with the most dangerous driver in the world during that time. I almost fell off the kart while we are on the track every time we are in the curves and after passing on curves we hit the edges of the track. And guess what happened next in this little extreme adventure of ours.<br /> </span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> To </span><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> wrap up everything, I had a great year full of wonderful adventures with very special people in my life. God made my year 2012 an awesome year amidst of my negative start. God made a great turn-around of my life. </span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12889159748039288188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917847128157422489.post-86491650501326281182012-06-12T14:28:00.000+08:002012-07-06T16:55:07.718+08:00Silent Prayer Of My Wailing HeartIn my darkest hour, you are my sanctuary<span class="fullpost">
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You let me lay down in your bosom</div>
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Consoles my broken soul with soft caress</div>
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Listens to my heart's endless wailing</div>
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Like it's a music to your ears</div>
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Kisses me gently like it's a magic spell</div>
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Bringing my dead body back to life</div>
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My life is like a dark dungeon</div>
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But you shines like the sun does</div>
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Guides me in the path of thorns</div>
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Shields me from those whiplash</div>
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Your hugs are like painkillers</div>
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Makes me numb from pains</div>
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Urging my weak body to keep going</div>
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Filling my life with colors</div>
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When everything around me is black</div>
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Keeping the flame inside my heart</div>
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Allows me to glow outside</div>
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Filling my life with melodies</div>
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Turning into a wonderful song</div>
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I wish you'll always stay by my side</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12889159748039288188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917847128157422489.post-38946188767260202762012-02-06T07:47:00.002+08:002012-02-07T23:41:14.404+08:00YOU and HIM<div>
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He is someone who has a fire within him</div>
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He makes me spark to flame</div>
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His gaze when he stares straight to my eyes makes me melt</div>
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It weakens my body and all my senses.</div>
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He hugs and kisses me like no tomorrow</div>
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He holds my hand and squeezes them</div>
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And I squeeze back his hands</div>
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He longs for me so much that I can’t resist his longing</div>
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He don’t want somebody else but me and me alone<br />
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You are someone I stand to be with</div>
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You make me smile and laugh</div>
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You are my ideal guy</div>
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But when you’re around I can’t feel the sparks</div>
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I can’t feel butterflies in my stomach</div>
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No tight hugs and broken lips </div>
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No passion and desire in your eyes</div>
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No hisses of I love you in my ears</div>
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That makes me giggle<br />
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I can’t make up my mind</div>
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Whom will I choose, you or him?</div>
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I want you to stay</div>
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And I want him to stay too</div>
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Confuse, confuse, confuse….</div>
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It seems I’m in a middle of two boulders</div>
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You are the one who keeps me steady</div>
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While he is the one who push me to become limitless</div>
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<i>* Seven months ago I posted this in my tumblr account (http://human-angel.tumblr.com/).. </i></div>
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<i>I gave up HIM for YOU but in the end I loses them both. Now, I'm wondering if what really went wrong? Is it me or the way I sort things out? Currently, I only have one realization in my mind: </i></div>
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<i><b>Go for someone who cares more about you, the one who hold you tight, the one that squeezes your hand back, the one who wants to know you more each day. Don't push them away from you just to cater your ideal guy.</b></i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12889159748039288188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917847128157422489.post-9981233645938720472011-08-21T21:52:00.003+08:002011-08-24T23:06:17.527+08:00Our Feet Brought Us Back Into The Spanish Era<div style="text-align: justify;">I woke up today hearing Christian music played over my laptop courtesy of Ate Janette. And then some series of music usually played at the Basilica del Santo Niño. While listening to this music, we agreed to hear mass at the Basilica that morning right after our breakfast. But the stream of music never ends with just Christian music, we also played some popular "Bisrock music", it's a genre of music known as Bisayan Rock popularly heard in Visayas and Mindanao. It started to bloom way back 2007.<br />
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Here are the two of the Bisrock songs we played this morning:<br />
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After breakfast the adventure begins.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Our first destination is the Basilica del Sto. Niño to hear sunday mass and light some candle offering to Sr. Sto. Niño. It's a common tradition by Roman Catholics. Then afterwards, we went to the back entrance of the Basilica where the Magellan's Cross enclosed in a small chapel is located. This wooden cross was planted by Ferdinand Magellan when he and his men first set foot in Cebu last April 21, 1521. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Photos of me and Ate Janette at the foot of Magellan's Cross.</b></span></i></div></div><br />
Our second destination is the Fort San Pedro. It is a few meters away from the Basilica. We just went there on foot with our umbrella's on. When we arrive there, I was amazed with the transformation of the plaza in front of Fort San Pedro. From the creepy and none maintained plaza into tourist friendly plaza where you can see some security guards roaming around the place and assisting tourists. I really love the transformation made by the city government. It really helps attracting more tourist to drop by.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Plaza Independencia</b></i></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div> And then, we arrived at our second destination of the day, the Fort San Pedro. In here, you can see some relics of the tools and stuffs used during the Spanish era revolution. This place is the headquarters of the Cebuano Katipuneros who depended Cebu from being colonized by Spaniards.<br />
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At the entrance, old photos featuring the history of Cebu or popularly known before as <b><i>Sugbu</i></b> where hanged. It shows how Ferdinand Magellan brought Christianity in the island. It also features the gradual transformation of the Fort San Pedro from the Spanish times until today.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Fort San Pedro Entrance with some local tourist</i></b></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Welcome sign</i></b></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Before we could fully enter the Fort San Pedro, we paid Php30 per head entrance fee in order for us to roam around the vicinity. This entrance fee are collected by the Cebu City government for the maintenance of the area.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Receipt at the entrance of Fort San Pedro</i></b></td></tr>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Upon entering after paying the entrance fee when you turn at the right wing of the Fort San Pedro, you can see a blind guitar man singing some classic love songs serenading tourists. You can also see a small alley going to the deep well turn into a wishing well. Before it serves as a source of water by the Katipuneros.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Deep well turned into a wishing well</i></b></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Right beside it, you can see a small room entrance, displaying some of the relics of the Spanish era. We saw some bolos used by Katipuneros, old flags got by Katipuneros from the Spanish conquerors, then a few letters sent by Andres Bonifacio to the Cebuano Katipuneros. There's also a shirt from one of the Katipunero leader during that time.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Andres Bonifacio's letter</i></b></td></tr>
</tbody></table> Then you can see a stairs that will lead you to the balcony of the area. You can see some replica of the canyons used way back then, positioned in different area. Then another there's another room, it is labeled as a room of a squadron leader. And then there is another stair, leading to the watch tower. But unfortunately the custodians restrict the area from visitors. All over the areas, we saw various visitors from local tourist to foreign ones eager to know the history of the place and some are busy taking some souvenir photos.<br />
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Here are some of the photos we had awhile ago:<br />
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And our last destination for the day was the Park Mall where we ate our lunch. And do some window shopping but while doing some window shopping it started raining so hard that we needed to a buy one take one pair of slippers so that our shoes won't be soak in the flood.<br />
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It was a tiring yet enjoyable day with Ate Janette. For sure she will surely miss Cebu. And for me, this is another day added to my most treasured days. :)</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12889159748039288188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917847128157422489.post-7739132938626827872011-08-09T00:08:00.010+08:002011-08-21T19:52:22.457+08:00Our Secret Sanctuary: Revelation and Destruction<div style="text-align: justify;">There are things that are ought to be kept hidden and be buried over time. They should not be dug nor be brought up to present. But there are some people who wants to be like a historian. They want to uncover what's inside a locked casket, whether it's full of diamonds or gold bars or the other way around.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Will truth brings us something good or it brings us down into countless thoughts during our sleep?</div><a name='more'></a><br />
Things are at it's worst when I posted something as a status in my facebook account last night. And suddenly everything is in rough waters. I don't like being put in this situation. I know there will be clashing of emotions in here. I know I can be thrown into a LIMBO and can't go back home soon if matters get worse.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And it boils down into some reasons ought not to be told, reasons that should be kept in secret journals and padlocked with powerful locks. Truly, no smoke can be hidden to anybody nearby. And I know truth can only save us in tough times like this. I never thought someone will go down and dig all those trashes I set a aside. I should burned it earlier so that it turns to ashes and can't be trace back to me. I made another mistake that puts me into this great mishap of mine.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">How I wish I'm in a movie so that I can twist the ending. Maybe into something better, something that's with happy ending. But no matter what I do, I can't twist it anymore. All I can do now is to take the consequences of what I've done and do something positive assessment on things that I can fix.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I know ever since that choosing between what we love and what we like has a big difference in terms of value, in terms of it's durability; how long it will last, how you value it and how you preserve it. But choosing between two different person with different personalities in life means destruction and at the same time creating a new and different world with the one you choose.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I once made up a choice. And I choose the one whom I think I love. But the one I like fight for his right. He wanted to be a part of my world even just a small portion it. I gave in. I give him a chance for him to justify his claims.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And we created a world, this serves as our secret sanctuary.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">In this world, we don't need to compete with other people. We don't care with the X, Y and Z factors as long as our world is kept as a TOP SECRET. But I'm not good in keeping SECRETS that's one of my weakness. Because of that, somebody begins to uncover the trails, tracking us in our SECRET WORLD. I lived in fear, putting my first foot on guard and my thoughts are chasing with each other before I sleep. I keep on thinking of strategies to keep it hidden and spare it from the outside world. I know there's a part of me who badly wants to unveil it, open it to other individuals around us so that I can sleep in peace at night. So that I can stop guarding it from intruders who might want to destroy this secret sanctuary.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But even if we keep this world away from other people, other humans will find a way to get in here. Just like how they uncover the lost world of Atlantis. Those people who does this are those people who are hungry for truths. They are the ones who keeps feeding their curiosity with answers, facts and truth.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I know this day will come; the revelation day. The day they uncover our secret world. In this day, you might left me standing alone in this SECRET world. Intruders will look down at me like a thief. Accuse me and stone me without giving me the chance to defend myself. And I know in this day, you ought to make one of your greatest decision in your life. It's either you will cast stones on me too just to wash your hands and be clean in front of their eyes or you choose to be an ally until the end. Between those two options, whatever is your choice, I must endure it until the rest of my life.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The only thing I want to do now, is to not to crack, stay focus and think of strategies in order to survive this battle of thoughts and clashing of different emotions.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And now I'm putting my defense into a RED alert status.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I need to do some counter attack so that I can survive. If this things will be burned into ashes at least I made a good fight. And I stayed faithful in this secret sanctuary, a world we called our own.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And when this battle came to an end, only one thing I'm sure will remain; our sinking wreck ship and our abandoned secret sanctuary. And the world we used to call OURS will be back to the world we called MINE, a world where the term YOU and ME doesn't exist.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12889159748039288188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917847128157422489.post-15188798157985433032011-08-04T21:35:00.004+08:002011-08-15T00:50:40.863+08:00Spider-Man's Alter Ego: A Biracial Brooklyn Kid<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Are you an avid fan of <i><b>Marvel Comic Superheroes</b></i>? If you are or even if you're not, you must be familiar with one it's famous character <b>"Spider-Man", </b>the one who wears this famous red and blue suit<b>.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Are you sad when Peter Parker got killed by <i>Goblin Green</i> at the <b>"Ultimate Spider-Man" </b>issue last June?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Don't be sad anymore because Marvel Comics released just yesterday, August 3, 2011 a new issue entittled <b>"Ultimate Comics Fall-out"</b> featuring it's new biracial Spidey, <b>Miles Morales</b>. According to it's official website, the new comics hit the shelves yesterday upon the debut release of Miles as the new Spider-Man icon.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>What makes him biracial? </b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's because he is a mild-mannered half-Black and half-Latino teen. Not the usual Caucasian skinned Spidey that we used to have.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Where this new Spidey came from?</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Miles is a teenager that hills from Brooklyn. He lives with his parents.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>What does this new Spidey got?</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Miles will take us to a new level of adventure that fits the pop culture of the twenty-first century era. According to <b>Alex Alonso, Marvel Editor-In-Chief, </b>he has a diverse background and experience that makes him unique and worthy of the name <b>Spider-Man.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Are you starting fall in love with this new Spider-Man icon? </b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">For sure everybody is excited for the new adventures of Miles that will surely let the readers fall in love with the character the way the Peter Parker does to his readers.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But there's a question that was raised in the Marvel official website <i>(www.marvel.com)<b>:</b></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Will there be an Asian Spider-Man icon in the future Marvel comics issue?</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, hopefully there is. Asians will surely be glad to have an Asian Spider-Man image. That will be awesome and amazing for every Asian Spider-Man fanatic.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12889159748039288188noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917847128157422489.post-76191776310296168412011-08-01T00:48:00.004+08:002011-08-15T00:54:03.762+08:00Top 10 Tourist Attraction on my List<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">All my life, I wanted to travel. I wanted to go to different places in the world. I want to visit the place I've read in books and saw on televisions and movies. </div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I've been spending most of my life at home reading books, watching television and movies. That's why I made a list of places I wanna go one of this days.</div></div><br />
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</i></b></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I came from Cebu and Bohol is just a ferry ride away. Every time I attempt to go, nobody wants to be my tour guide, I dunno know why. Or else someone will agree to visit with me but when travel time is fast approaching they will slowly back-out because they have other business to attend to. Or the the other way around, I'm the one who'll change my mind.</div></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 1em; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I hope one day I can really visit this place. Maybe next year, either me alone or with some family or friends.</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">This will be the first in my list because it's nearer than the other.</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">The place is simply a paradise. I love how rich their natural resources, the beaches (it does mean Cebu don't have this things). I simply want to visit Palawan. I wanna visit the famous <b><i>underground river at Puerto Princessa.</i></b></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Why Bali of all places in Indonesia? Maybe because Bali is popularly featured in movies because of it's great ambiance. If you guys have seen the movie <i style="font-weight: bold;">"Eat, Pray, Love"</i>, you guys will surely wanna go there too.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Bali is one of the most popular tourist destination, it is rich in culture and tourist attractions. It has a lot more to offer.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I wanna ride on elephant's back. And Thailand has rich on those creatures. You'll be amazed on how people value elephants, how this creature became a part of Thai's history and culture and how they affect Thai's lives.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Paris is the largest city in France and it's known as a <i style="font-weight: bold;">"City of Light and Romance"</i>. This city has a capability to lure you by it's beauty, history, fashion, cuisine and the language itself. It is the home of the famous museums, arts and landmarks.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Paris at night time</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Photo courtesy from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Paris_Night.jpg">wikepedia.com</a></div></td></tr>
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</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I started to dreamed of visiting this place when I started reading of Jhon Grisham's book. I love how Grisham describes the place especially the beaches and the people. By the way, <b><i>Jhon Grisham</i></b> is one of my all time favorite author. He is the author of the book "<b><i>The Firm</i></b>". </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Italy, home of delicious pasta and pizza. I'm a pasta lover especially spaghetti (hmmm, yummy). I wanna eat and eat and eat spaghetti and pizza their. Aside from eating I wanna ride in a Venetian gondola.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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This is the home of my famous Korean dramas and Kimchi, it has also rich in culture and a lot of things to offer.<br />
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In fact due to my addiction in Korean dramas, I started studying how to read and write Hangul script.<br />
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The home of anime and manga and the famous ramen in Hokaido. The origin of my ever beloved <b><i>"Detective Conan, Hunter X Hunter, Slamdunk and many more" </i></b>.Like other places Japan also has it takes to surprise you.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">The place where most Filipinos go to work. It's one of the cleanest country. And I admire how the implement there rules and regulations.<br />
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This place reminds me of someone. Way back in college, I was living with my aunt and we have a Singaporean neighbor. This neighbor is really strict when it comes to cleanliness. And then one time, I have this 2nd degree cousin who visit in my aunt's house. He pee on one of the bushes when the Singaporean neighbor yelled at him "<b><i>You dog!</i></b>". It's a shameful experience how we Filipinos sometimes take forgranted our good morals and right conduct. It's really frustrating!<br />
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</b></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12889159748039288188noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917847128157422489.post-48081465716551952022011-07-27T01:10:00.002+08:002011-08-15T00:55:10.591+08:00Life in the Sea<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">One of my dream job is working as a stewardess in a cruise ship, enjoying the cruise while earning money because I have this notion that working in a ship is like discovering a gold mine. You can have a free tour around while working. Roaming around the world, traveling, learning new culture and meeting people of the different races are some of my wildest dreams that is why learning about how this people works <i><b>(seafarer)</b></i> always brings my curiosity up. How the cope up traveling in a sea for how many days or even months without seeing an island? How this guys manage their feelings of separation from their love ones? Those are simple questions that always lingers in my mind then. </div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Until I allow this one guy to be a part of me that totally changed my perception on their nature of work. I know working in a cruise ship is a bit different from working in a cargo vessel. But for me it's the same since the are working on-board in a ship.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This guy introduce me to the nature of their work by telling me what he was up when they are sailing for several days in the ocean. Where sky and the ocean are the only things you can see. No expected phone calls from love ones. No Facebook to post their status. The bridge is the only place they can determine if they are near in their desired destination where radars and other gadgets that determines their location and coarse are located. Roaming from <i><b>popa</b></i> to <b><i>proa</i></b>, playing mahjong (a card game), listening music from an mp3 player before bedtime are some of those stuff he used to do with his colleagues.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">During his few days in the sea, he mentioned that he used to puke when the waves as huge as their ship tried rock their ship. I laughed at him when he told me that because he was not that type of person who easily vomits. Even an <i><b>anti-emetics drug</b></i> (medications that prevent nausea and vomiting) can't help him from puking. When he was assigned in the kitchen one time, he got minor burns when he tried to hold the pot of the food his cooking from spilling because of the waves. He also works in a graveyard shift like call-center agents and medical professionals on-duty in hospitals. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Things that makes me change my mind of dreaming working on-board:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Total no communications from love ones for how many days or even months. I personally don't like the feeling being left alone, it's hard. But it's harder when you are the one who left for the sake of your family. It's a big sacrifice for you.</li>
<li>Total no updates from what's happening around the world. No television and internet.</li>
<li>You might end up being bored of seeing sky and water alone. So, I thought of fulfilling my dreams in other way without being stuck in a ship for how many months without seeing an island.</li>
</ul>But one thing I admired most of these men, they tend to live their life happily as much as they can. Maybe to stay strong and not to crack when urge of loneliness struck them.<br />
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<div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm so thankful to this friend of mine, Noel, for allowing me to post some of his photos in this blog. And to that special person who inspires me to wrote this one. I hope you learn to love more what you are doing because that is the path you've choose. I hope I can't hear you again saying <i>"maypa wa ko nag-seaman". </i></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12889159748039288188noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917847128157422489.post-11679681527706373852011-07-25T22:57:00.003+08:002011-08-15T00:57:17.945+08:00A Dreamer Behind My Dreams<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">There's a man whom I always want to pay tribute for all the things that I have now. I used to wrote words of gratitude in my personal journal but I'm just the one who can read those stuff. He's the man who thought me how to live ones dream and dream of my own dream. I can say "he is the dreamer behind my dreams". This person continue to inspire me to reach for the star even if others don't believe on me, this person never fails me. Even if I can count on my fingers the Christmas that we spent together, I highly respect this man. I consider this man as my first love and my own personal hero.</div><a name='more'></a><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This man started his own dream at the age of 18. He was a young father then. He left the country to seek for a greener pasture and at the same time, to slowly reached his dreams even without going to college. He always wanted to earn a degree though. He used his skills to reach to his desired destination. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Indeed, he was accepted and was given a chance in Kuwait or in Qatar. I can't even remember what place he went first if it was Kuwait or Qatar. I was just how months old when he left. He used to go home every after two years even now. And he used to spent time with us for the span of less than two months every time he went home.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I know it was so hard for him to be away from his family. The feeling of being alone, away from ones family is not an easy thing. I fully understand what his doing when I left home to go to school in the city. It was really heard that nobody can take care of you when you have a fever. Every time I felt down, I thought of him, away from us for how many years. Way back then, I can't understand why he needs to spend more time away from us. Why he can't even spend Christmas with us every year? Why we can't go to church and hear mass every Sunday with us? It was really hard for me, coping up with the envy of others who has a father who do their carpentry projects in school. It was really funny my mom always did it for me. But a midst everything my mom never cease to remind us that his our father even during those tough times when our family almost tear into pieces. I can clearly remember the face of this brave man asking me, if I'm mad at at him because of what he made. I said to him, "I don't have the right to be mad at you. You are the reason why I'm what I am right now but if you'll ask me if she's mad at you. Yes, she is."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I spent time mostly with my mom. She supervised us as we grow but this man always finds time to attend on my special days in my life. He made sure he can attend my elementary graduation. He made sure he can attend on my debut, a day when every young girls turn into a young as they said. I never heard him praise me my works and achievements but I know deep inside me, this man is proud of what I am right now.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm really grateful to be your daughter because without those sacrifice that you've made, I am nothing right now. I may not be the best daughter in the world but you're always be the best dad for me. You may never heard me saying "I love you" but I make sure my heart will reach you wherever your feet brings you. You may never reach you dream earning a degree in a reputable university, I know you are proud of me fulfilling those for you.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">Thank you is not enough to express my heartfelt gratitude for the things that you did, for the lessons in life that you embark to us and for that great dream of yours. I'll always be proud of you and mom.</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12889159748039288188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917847128157422489.post-59617615236158729982011-07-24T21:13:00.009+08:002011-08-15T01:11:07.005+08:00A Night With Lava Cake<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Working 8-hours a day, sitting in front of a computer, writing codes, looking for bugs, going home and sitting again in front of my laptop; that's my routine everyday, five days a week. People says, it's a boring thing to do. To do something out of our routine, me and my friends decided to treat ourselves.<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">We planned to go out and try this so-called <b>'LAVA CAKE'.</b> But surprisingly this craving gave us an extra-ordinary evening full of adventure and fun.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">July 20, 2011, it was a rainy day and we never thought that the rain will cause a traffic jam all over Cebu City. It even brought flood to some areas. During our lunch break I even asked my friends if we keep our plans in the evening a midst of the bad weather that day. They said <i style="font-weight: bold;">YES</i>, by saying that it means whatever the condition outside after our office hours, the plan is the plan. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">At 6:00PM, we waited for a jeepney outside the Keppel building. But after 30mins.we realize we can't ride a jeepney there. Every jeepney that passed by was full of passenger. So, I suggested that we walk towards Ayala Mall's jeepney stop. But the waiting and walking never ends there. We kept walking 'til we arrived at the intersection of Mabolo and Lahug. Dottie started to felt bad of what we are doing. It got even worse when I suggested that we will keep on walking 'til we arrive at our destination "<b><i>The Fudge, Banilad</i></b>".<i style="font-weight: bold;"> </i>She said, we couldn't walk it's too far. I know that too. She said, we can eventually find a cab that will take us there. But another 30mins.passed by, still we couldn't find a single empty cab that will take us there.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dottie asked a father who was driving his kids going from school if we can hitch a ride going to Banilad. Lucky for us, the father was too kind for us that he allowed us to hitch. If I was in that situation, asking for a lift is my last option. I'd rather walk until I arrive in my destination. But I'm still thankful for Dottie's guts because we never arrived at the place looking so messed up and full of sweat.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It really was my first time hitching a ride from strangers. It was one of the highlight of the night. I couldn't </div><div style="text-align: justify;">forget that night. Gil came too, a midst of the flood going to <i style="font-weight: bold;">"The Fudge".</i> He said, they also asked for a lift through the knee-level flood. <b><i>Thanks to the folks with big hearts!!! :)</i></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">When we arrived at the <i style="font-weight: bold;">"The Fudge"</i>, me and Divie immediately ordered the famous <i style="font-weight: bold;">"Lava Cake"</i> while Dottie went to a restroom to freshen up. We were asked to wait for 25 minutes. When the cake was served to us, it hot. It was made up of a chocolate syrup inside with an ice cream on top. The chocolate syrup serves as the hot lava. The taste is perfect, it was not too sweet. I really love it. It was perfect for my taste and the price is worth it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12889159748039288188noreply@blogger.com5A. S. Fortuna St, Cebu City, Philippines10.3434467 123.9131282000000710.343338699999999 123.91229670000007 10.3435547 123.91395970000008tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917847128157422489.post-41291188283537616042011-07-24T12:09:00.003+08:002011-08-15T00:56:02.607+08:00I'm Hook-up With You<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">One of my craze now is the Korean drama series entitled '<b><i>City Hunter</i></b>'. It is based-on a Japanese manga by <b><i>Tsukasa Hojo</i></b> with the same name. </span></div></div></div><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">What fascinates me most in this drama is that the story is not just the usual story of a rich man who is in love with a poor girl then the the mother of the guy steps in the relationship, ruins the life of the poor girl, something like that. This one is really different, it perfectly combines the action and romance. I can say '<b><i>KUDOS</i></b>' to the staff of the <b><i>City Hunter</i></b> for choosing the story. The castings are really good. I love how each character portray their individual roles. I'm sure it's of the factor that captures the heart of every <i style="font-weight: bold;">Korean drama fanatic</i> and even the <b><i>Japanese manga fanatic</i></b>. And the effects and props are will prepared. I can see that they really invest on the gadgets, it's really high-tech. It uses the latest technology of today.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
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</div><div>To the production of this series, thumbs-up to you guys for making justice to this <i style="font-weight: bold;">Japanese manga series</i> and for making my heart fell for <i style="font-weight: bold;">Lee Yoon Sung.</i> I'm looking forward for a great ending of <i style="font-weight: bold;">Kim Na Na and Lee Yoon Sung's </i>love story. I'm hoping they will end up together.</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12889159748039288188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917847128157422489.post-2820229148914867222009-07-22T21:05:00.002+08:002011-08-15T00:57:35.012+08:00Mirror of one's self<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> Sometimes we tend to focus on one direction</span><span style="font-size: 100%;"> without thinking that we have other priorities waiting in queues. It was one of my mistakes before, when someone came to my life. I forgot about other people that wanted my presence and time the most. I also forgot that I need to balance my career and attention to for that someone. But the amazing part was that, even a single day of my life, my GOD never left me alone in the dark. Instead, HE holds my hands tightly. HE lift my burdens when HE felt that I can't carry it alone. </span><br />
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<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"I always keep in my mind that every person that I meet along my life's journey stands for the broken pieces that mirrors my personality as a person."</span></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12889159748039288188noreply@blogger.com0