<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430438056812366193</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:18:47.665-07:00</updated><category term='of L-O-V-E and L-O-V-E'/><category term='of my parents'/><title type='text'>My Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>carmelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07339811520057365076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SoIDfnGtGkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LlHVt3Jl7qw/S220/ada+150.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430438056812366193.post-6796108076775873100</id><published>2009-08-26T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T16:53:22.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;good morning everyone.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;good morning hongkong!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;owws...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pangarap na kay tagal at natupad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;may ticket na!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;naging bato pa naman!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ewan....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430438056812366193-6796108076775873100?l=carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6796108076775873100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/hk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/6796108076775873100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/6796108076775873100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/hk.html' title='hk'/><author><name>carmelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07339811520057365076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SoIDfnGtGkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LlHVt3Jl7qw/S220/ada+150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430438056812366193.post-6175264356733188943</id><published>2009-08-24T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:49:23.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SpNrcqNKG3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/1h5FjuR9eWs/s1600-h/DSC_0726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373756920493120370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SpNrcqNKG3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/1h5FjuR9eWs/s320/DSC_0726.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;grattie as in gracias... grace who was very accomodating and understanding during our night stay at her joint; i sang and sing at the top of my lungs hey hey hey hey and how i looooove to sing with her plasma so wide and thin tsk tsk. soon we're gonna buy it too. whahahaha - at isipin nyo nalang  jinx &amp;amp; prime are on the far edge of carlo's back- quite lovely people - have you seen the coke? coca cola mao ra na amo inum apan nahubog mi tanan...whahahahaha daghan man gud pulutan niluto ni ailene..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430438056812366193-6175264356733188943?l=carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6175264356733188943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/grattie-as-in-gracias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/6175264356733188943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/6175264356733188943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/grattie-as-in-gracias.html' title=''/><author><name>carmelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07339811520057365076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SoIDfnGtGkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LlHVt3Jl7qw/S220/ada+150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SpNrcqNKG3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/1h5FjuR9eWs/s72-c/DSC_0726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430438056812366193.post-288198880500922957</id><published>2009-08-24T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:27:03.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SpNmz8TDLBI/AAAAAAAAACw/1u9tlOgWoTE/s1600-h/DSC02091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373751822928522258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SpNmz8TDLBI/AAAAAAAAACw/1u9tlOgWoTE/s320/DSC02091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;people... people who needs people... are the luckiest people in the world... people... we need to conform with the society and live like other people, who abides the laws of the land and the law that we created with faith above... we need to share with other people inorder for us to have job, to transact and buy what we want, to love and feel love but yes a lot of time often we are hurt with people but it will only stay a bit and its your choice if you ponder on the odd and the bad - so always choose to be good and be happy with people, among people and conform with other people and recognize, appreciate their flaws and individual differences... but look at us! are these you call people???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430438056812366193-288198880500922957?l=carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/288198880500922957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/288198880500922957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/288198880500922957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/people.html' title=''/><author><name>carmelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07339811520057365076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SoIDfnGtGkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LlHVt3Jl7qw/S220/ada+150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SpNmz8TDLBI/AAAAAAAAACw/1u9tlOgWoTE/s72-c/DSC02091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430438056812366193.post-8162923697595861692</id><published>2009-08-24T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:37:31.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SpMkBFhj-LI/AAAAAAAAACY/f09AZJBDRgc/s1600-h/P4231514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373678381464549554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SpMkBFhj-LI/AAAAAAAAACY/f09AZJBDRgc/s320/P4231514.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;they are in their 20's and i'm past my 35th but look!!! if not of the bulges around mine ahmm i still look my 25th huh!!! please please please no objection this time...well then take your pick... they are all available and negotiable whahahahaha joke... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430438056812366193-8162923697595861692?l=carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8162923697595861692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/they-are-in-their-20s-and-im-past-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/8162923697595861692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/8162923697595861692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/they-are-in-their-20s-and-im-past-my.html' title=''/><author><name>carmelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07339811520057365076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SoIDfnGtGkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LlHVt3Jl7qw/S220/ada+150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SpMkBFhj-LI/AAAAAAAAACY/f09AZJBDRgc/s72-c/P4231514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430438056812366193.post-5218380022593418199</id><published>2009-08-24T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:30:49.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SpMiSupgGwI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ODcmhvxNC3s/s1600-h/DSC_9196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373676485538224898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SpMiSupgGwI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ODcmhvxNC3s/s320/DSC_9196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not forgetting also the cool admin personnel! who makes me comfortable in anyways and surround me with warmth and smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430438056812366193-5218380022593418199?l=carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5218380022593418199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-forgetting-also-cool-admin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/5218380022593418199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/5218380022593418199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-forgetting-also-cool-admin.html' title=''/><author><name>carmelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07339811520057365076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SoIDfnGtGkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LlHVt3Jl7qw/S220/ada+150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SpMiSupgGwI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ODcmhvxNC3s/s72-c/DSC_9196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430438056812366193.post-7065453568472100125</id><published>2009-08-19T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:43:08.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SozPB2GqfoI/AAAAAAAAABw/M-5cBoS1EFU/s1600-h/DSC_0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371896086156443266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SozPB2GqfoI/AAAAAAAAABw/M-5cBoS1EFU/s320/DSC_0267.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i never thought i'll be comfortable with these ladies... am not sure too if they are comfortable with me. sometimes you think that "we are so comfortable with each other" notion but are really not.  what does it really feel and what does it really mean when we say "i'm comfortable with you?" by the way what does webster says about comfortability? acccording to merriam: affording and enjoying contentment and security; free from vexation and doubt; it applies to anything that encourage serenity, well being or complacency as well as physical ease; it also suggests warmth, shelter and friendliness- so i guess we really do found each other! any motion for disagreement? any objection? none! the motion /notion is carried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430438056812366193-7065453568472100125?l=carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7065453568472100125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-never-thought-ill-be-comfortable-with.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/7065453568472100125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/7065453568472100125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-never-thought-ill-be-comfortable-with.html' title=''/><author><name>carmelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07339811520057365076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SoIDfnGtGkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LlHVt3Jl7qw/S220/ada+150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SozPB2GqfoI/AAAAAAAAABw/M-5cBoS1EFU/s72-c/DSC_0267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430438056812366193.post-3723921292835371354</id><published>2009-08-19T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:21:43.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SoyWiAKkcjI/AAAAAAAAABg/eFAYu57TynQ/s1600-h/DEC07+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371833966450209330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SoyWiAKkcjI/AAAAAAAAABg/eFAYu57TynQ/s320/DEC07+136.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My niece aynsley. who loves to laugh and posse. and also prefers fish than other meat. she loves to mimic the tv and dances so gleefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430438056812366193-3723921292835371354?l=carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3723921292835371354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-niece-aynsley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/3723921292835371354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/3723921292835371354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-niece-aynsley.html' title=''/><author><name>carmelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07339811520057365076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SoIDfnGtGkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LlHVt3Jl7qw/S220/ada+150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SoyWiAKkcjI/AAAAAAAAABg/eFAYu57TynQ/s72-c/DEC07+136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430438056812366193.post-2562036497598444016</id><published>2009-08-19T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:11:25.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>images</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SoyTlo9bBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/cSOO0m7vkPw/s1600-h/ALIANNA+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371830730405644050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SoyTlo9bBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/cSOO0m7vkPw/s320/ALIANNA+077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My precious aliana margaret. the strawberry fairy with her pet dog "noname" and loves to eat fish especially "tinola". the shy yet playful and smart niece of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430438056812366193-2562036497598444016?l=carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2562036497598444016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/images.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/2562036497598444016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/2562036497598444016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/images.html' title='images'/><author><name>carmelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07339811520057365076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SoIDfnGtGkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LlHVt3Jl7qw/S220/ada+150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SoyTlo9bBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/cSOO0m7vkPw/s72-c/ALIANNA+077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430438056812366193.post-6446857834985372187</id><published>2009-08-18T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:55:30.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>senti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#999900"&gt;One of my first job experienced was when I was employed into i called a "firm" patterened from John Grisham. Six brilliant individuals with six or more complex yet pleasant attitude that by and then molded me into a well learned, unique and broad minded individual - i refer them as my mentor in law; i called them "campanela de abogacia" : &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#999900"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#999900"&gt;They taught me to read and read more-that even today whenever i saw a piece of newspaper wrapped to a dilis i still has to read it - but then again eversince i remember way back when i was still a kid i already read (owws not read but just scan or stare or look for pictures) books at home and even goes out of the way to borrow komiks from neighbors worth 25cents. When mama brought me along to negros and visit my aunts i envy them seeing piles and piles of readers digest - that i promise myself if time and money allow i have to subscribe for once a dream turn into reality.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#999900"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#999900"&gt;They scolded and console me with care that i was able to learn the things and despise of the world.  I was able to comprehend minute details to large errors and evaluate them inorder to conform with the society and other individual rich and poor alike.  I was able to overcome inferiority amongst other high personality and was able to come talk face to face ignoring what you wear and where you stand.  It was also molded well when i joined the Junior Chamber who trained us leaders in our own way and become independent and survive the dictates of  everyday life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#999900"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#999900"&gt;The "firm" was gone but each individual has its own profile built by stardom and financial business connection.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;* * *&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#006600"&gt;I often wear this black berry bracelets of mine whenever i wore black courtesy of a person who i missed bringing us sweet tamarind from thailand! that because of prime vanished so suddenly from my eye that i haven't bid him goodbye and because of his goodness shown while i was a stranger once around i wear this bracelet and chuckle a little remembering the goodtimes swimming at the pool, a tap of my back and a gentle kiss on my cheek when my birthday comes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;* * *      &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;papa used to rear  derby roosters but mama hated it and exclaimed that roosters are more far better because early dawn papa woke up and fed them and showered them with bits of fresh veggies he cut a night before - i know mama was just jealous with the chicken! it was already months near his death that year and mama would wish his time spent with the chicken will be devoured with her loving arms especially at dawn rather than the cockadle derby kings! you know what mama did? she just threw all the large chicken to the bridge! yah right down the sea it crawl for survival papa just laugh-with tears in his eyes letting go of his treasured chicken for he knew that sooner he will be joining Almighty! today one of my chicks lie cold and stiff- i woke up at 5:30 and haven't slept again(i use to wake up at 6:45) seeing one of  the two chick left - dead! yesterday papart threw the other chick who was also dead -they are set of three. i was hurt...no... i felt lonely... and remember papas roosters and also reminish the older chick that was also dead after heavy rain pours at our back - he flew for shelter but couldn't make it to swim to the other pit and there floating dead! i fear for the other one left now- he seems so lonely and light that his two wings are just like heavy armors in his side and his left eye was bruised - i don't know what happen to them all maybe some neighbors just hated chicken so much! last night papart gave them medicine for their flu and i thought the other one dead this morning was choked with the tablet-he did not powder it before feeding! i told him so... so i carried this heavy heart today also... maybe because we bought so much feeds already for them and they may taste yummy by october but then they are also joining Almighty! what can i do?...   &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;* * *&lt;/font&gt;     &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;&lt;font color="#996633"&gt;then there were four turkeys they used to be five, one dead after a very rainy night.  papart said we have to kill one today so that ailene and amiecar can eat and taste turkey for dinner but everytime our pets are lining for the "katayan blues" my heart weeps a little... but turkey is more sweeter that other barbecued fowl i tasted.  hmmm its Asa's birthday today we might as well kill one but battle continue as to what and which turkey among the four to be fried??? ahh let them just play around for a while... i will buy fish for dinner tonight at least the fishes in the market are cold dead and all i have to do is point for kilo. hey stop! cold dead fish? they say it's fresh!? how could that be? how can we eat cold dead fish? and they say it's fresh? i thought fresh are alive!? another wrong notion huh!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;&lt;font color="#996633"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;***&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;I longed for the fresh air abound but you have to travel yet to get there and breathe them.. at dapitan it's always fresh air, no air pollution (because townfolks only ride bicycle) jooooookkkeeeee!  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;I also longed for the sun to see it set. If only the east is the west and i could stay late at the BAC office or at the warehouse and watch it set at mactan horizon. in dapitan every community sees the sun rise and sets.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;&lt;font color="#996633"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;&lt;font color="#996633"&gt; &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;   ***&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;&lt;font color="#996633"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;&lt;font color="#996633"&gt;&lt;font color="#cc66cc"&gt;with my new envi - all i do on weekends is just chill at the sofa and watch credits of movies. way back when i feel slumber i goes out of the house and joins barangay folks and sit along the road pavement and talked about politics and life and joys and new discovery - or texted batch 89 and play dart over a bottle of grande or just talk of office adventures and activities - or just stays at home with my sister and talked, talked, talked until wee dawn ---but here there's no one to run to, to talk to or share to - because if you decide to go out, you have to take a bath, you must comb your hair and spent for travel / bus expense; in dapitan you just walk, walk from your house to the market-to the beach- to church- to the office- to the hospital (except on emergency cases - you have to ride a tricycle or else - you guess... just like when mama had a stroke-my sister shout for help everyone came but there is no available vehicle what was there was a tri-sikad and they let mama in and though the thought was so shocking - but when we talk of it now? we end up laughing why? because  nobody papartany without minding to comb my hair.&lt;/font&gt;     &lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;   &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430438056812366193-6446857834985372187?l=carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6446857834985372187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/senti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/6446857834985372187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/6446857834985372187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/senti.html' title='senti'/><author><name>carmelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07339811520057365076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SoIDfnGtGkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LlHVt3Jl7qw/S220/ada+150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430438056812366193.post-8243177331040582863</id><published>2009-08-12T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:59:16.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of my parents'/><title type='text'>MEMORIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" size="2" face=""&gt;he was 27 and she was 21. they were neighbors in the city. he studied college and she  went to school and at the same time worked as a nursing aide. she was shapely white and he was shiny dark. they fell in love and went to the province(my homtown) and got married on the 1st day of March when there is still no electricity and the road are still dusty . their love was intense and pure and was blessed by four kids - very wonderful kids - but has two miscarriages, first was when she was 21 - the baby boy was already nine month and is supposed to be given birth unfortunately it was a breach birth and led to a sad tiny tomb. the second was befor the fourth when he already had limited time according to the lung center personnel and now it lies cold in a bottle. their love story crawled with so much love and happiness and sweet memories that when he was 44 he bade adieu to rice literally and to life practically, that left her struggle with four kids. then the journey of begging and lending and  working extra hard begun. she was not used to hard work becuase while he was still alive he provided for everything- everythimg - food, shelter, clothing (even he washes the  clothes) cooked the meals, clean the house and just asks for rice subsidy from his parents and managed coconut, milkfish and cow farm and the enivetable       &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430438056812366193-8243177331040582863?l=carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8243177331040582863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/8243177331040582863'/><link rel='self' 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can work harmoniously and magically in the field i'm in now..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;I'd like to believe that you all trusted me and so i put my trust in you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;With this new endevour offered, once again i have to stage my efficiency and will deliver the services that i am entrusted to.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;i promise the good things and do the appropriate and uphold the conduct of a true value worthy of expectation from those who put me through this challenge..  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;Honestly,  i  started to accept that i will be going home because of a call from a "friend" that the reckoning day will be earlier-Acceptance i have that when another week after i received another call - this time from a "boss" so there is Promise - still i continue to pray after our nine day novena and piously asks for another chance - then came Judgement Day. it was my great  grand lolo's birthday and i received a gift-a KIT that's all that matters now...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;This time no more calls...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;All i have now is WORK&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;and work and work&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;and work&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;WORK&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;then i can feed mouths, then i can buy the thing and food i'd looooove to eat and help my kin "$more$" and pay debts... notices are filing up now-and pay the bills and this time it will be different- SAVE MORE and SPEND LESS...though i already value my work eversince i started working in 1993 yet i thought my efforts are still not enough because liabilities are skyrocketing and my assets are just sooooooooooooooooo far down... maybe i need to renew my lifestyle but, no i'm already broke ever since... uhmmmm i need to WORK hard again and again... someday i will land a job that is maybe that comes with  in a package of three or four like a salary, a house (to own) a car and rice allowances hmm what you think?  ahhh they say nothing is    &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430438056812366193-3977421629235865827?l=carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3977421629235865827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-would-like-to-extend-my-deepest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/3977421629235865827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/3977421629235865827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-would-like-to-extend-my-deepest.html' title=''/><author><name>carmelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07339811520057365076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SoIDfnGtGkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LlHVt3Jl7qw/S220/ada+150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430438056812366193.post-5713443519109068178</id><published>2009-03-11T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:32:10.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of L-O-V-E and L-O-V-E'/><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#006600"&gt;GUESS WHAT IS  THE TITLE OF THE FOLLOWING  SONGS!?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Lookin' in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see a paradise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This world that I found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is too good to be true" ______________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It seems that perfect love's so hard to find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd almost given up, you must have read my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all these dreams I save for a rainy day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're finally coming true, I'll share them all with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause now we hold the future in our hands"______________________________ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"There'll be good times,&lt;br /&gt;And there'll be bad,But i will stand beside you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the way" _______________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well, like a flower to a tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like words to a melody of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no way we could break up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No words that can make us &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blow our thing. We're just... " _______________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You know, i've seen a lot of what the world can do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's breakin' my heart in two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because i never wanna see you a sad girl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't be a bad girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if you wanna leave take good care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you make a lot of nice friends out there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But remember there's a lot of bad and beware" ____________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Say, say that you'll be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever i reach out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to feel your hand in mine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay, stay within my heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever i'm alone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll know that you are there" _____________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hey! if we can solve any problem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then why do we lose so many tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and so you go again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the leading man appears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always the same thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't you see, we've got everything goin' on and on and on" ____________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If we'd go again all the way from the start &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would try to change things that killed our love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your pride has built the wall so strong that i can' get through!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there really no chance to start once again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm loving you" ____________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I call your number, the line ain't free &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to tell you come to me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A night without you seems like a lost dream &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love i can't tell you how i feel" ____________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I wanna tell you, you mean all the world to me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How i'm certain that our love was meant to be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You changed my life, you showed me the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now that i'm next to you... ______________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Answers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOTHINGS' GONNA STOP US NOW&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;PARADISE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;TILL DEATH DO US PART&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;WILD WORLD &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU'RE ALL I NEED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;EVERYTIME YOU GO AWAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;STILL LOVING YOU&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;ESPECIALLY FOR YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" face="verdana"&gt;It speaks &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" face="verdana"&gt;of feelings, emotions, belongingness, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" face="verdana"&gt;affection and bliss; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" face="verdana"&gt;sadness and frustrations, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" face="verdana"&gt;heartaches and pain, neglect and rejection;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" face="verdana"&gt;yet it also promise a new beginning, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" face="verdana"&gt;a new day, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" face="verdana"&gt;faith and trust;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" face="verdana"&gt;a thing unimaginable to the eye, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" face="verdana"&gt;the spectators and to the world, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" face="verdana"&gt;unbelivable by own self, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" face="verdana"&gt;indescribable and &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666" face="verdana"&gt;magical...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;It's &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="5"&gt;LOVE!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes! love it is..The most universal thing in the world nothing ever surpass - only hate then, yet I have loved not just once, twice or thrice but many times. five??? yeah... My First Love-i do have-really. I was in my third year highschool at that time busy with the student council and fall in love to a distant relative of mine whose definition of first love is the tossing to and fro in bed and can't-sleep-thinking-of-you thing! which to these days i say i'ts a whole infatuation and the first ever definition of a true love thus....Then there was this love going on that is pure respect and affection and not longing or touchy but admiration and friendship-quite perfect but still you search for another adventure and found another arms to challenge your mood and there was this tall dark and handsome devil you care as you say with full of unsuspecting and mysterious aura a feeling that you seem to describe as a roller coaster ride ( i admit i haven't ride yet ever and never ever ride even disneyland will offer ) that because of my fear in roller coasters that's how i describe that kind of love-and yet, you fall again! to a man you think suited already to you, your taste and acceptable to your kin because he is professional, quite cute and appealing, offers you songs and guitar humms and never forgets to greet you good morning good night and you thought-this is it! this is really it! but only to find out that he sends messages to everybody else and all the beautiful ladies in town huh! and all you then think of is get away- away from that hideous monster and golden smile that you once persevere but love comes in mysterious ways while we are still alive and never been heart bypass hahahahahah love often play us and we play along and then you meet another being that brings thud thud thud in your heart....hmmmmnn this time - no more emotions but mind no matter what and where it lead - huhuhuhuhu love knocks again and i hate it - this time it's for real - i guess i thought - with a man so understanding and serves me.  knows my weakest part and pours affection to my lonely and frustrated nature... ahhhh LOVE you never know when it comes and i'm so glad that every time it hit me i feel it and makes me a better person  and understand other human being and i feel blessed that ive tasted all the love in the world!            &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430438056812366193-5713443519109068178?l=carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5713443519109068178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/5713443519109068178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/5713443519109068178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>carmelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07339811520057365076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SoIDfnGtGkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LlHVt3Jl7qw/S220/ada+150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430438056812366193.post-3910497272425971228</id><published>2009-03-09T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T02:05:54.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>N-E-W</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ON SHOES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that every time I buy a new shoes and wore it... it rains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's true! and i wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is possible that basta bago kailangan kasi mabasbasan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganon?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes my new shoes laundered though its new kasi maputik.... because it rains while i wore it the other day! and though its in the middle of summer but Kuya Kim says "May ulan sa ibat-ibang bahagi ng Pilipinas!" i must have been warned the night before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ON NEIGHBORS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you settled in a new place you come to meet different personalities like my new neighbor today-who is a self-confessed drug addict-and in fact proud (very proud) of himself that he had tasted all the smoke haven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is quite intriquing because he is lean and tall and white and blonde(hair).&lt;br /&gt;Who loves to listen to his music (the old blues like Scorpions, and the like-which guitars are so squeeky on ears? that!) and do you know what's the best time he plays his Scorpions? 12midnight to 2am or on a Suunday at 6am to 10am! whewww Ada's puwet is still snoring at that time!gravehh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one incident that happen- i call up the nearby police station and reported the public nuisance(for me, it is anuisance-because i didn't like what he is doing!)... so the police of the other line interviewed my name, what happen, what time it occured etcetera etcetera etcetera and only then that i realize that nothing would happen between us talking because he(the police) suggested I together with our neighbors will just file a case to the barangay and have that person answer our case filed! huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i put the phone down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sleep to the night with the thought that i must be looking somewhere else for another apartment that i have complete peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I was thinking why does his wife don't even calm his husband? then one night came that i heard banging of doors and walls (kahoy ug sin man ila balay gud-mao ng mo-create ug kusug nga tingog) and heads! heads? yeah ulo jud! ulo iya asawa ug mga anak iya gi bugbog! ngeik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the following morning-i saw him sweeping the leaves around their home and his wife ooking breakfast! another amazing love story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until now the playing of loud music is still going through and through.... that our glass windows may even grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr....... and even i stayed out at the corner highway --- the music stills keeps playing--- ambot nalang jud... but i'm not angry anymore, you know, i came to accept the fact that everyone in this world is unique in the making-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ON FRIENDS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting new people is also what i call talent...uhmmmn not the right word... VALUES i guess--ahh yeah.. exactly- being freindly and getting to know other people in their most deepest and sincerest part of their lives... and then you get to know them... not that according to other peoples opinion but because i know them now by heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across to meeting with the different kinds of people in this small part on earth. They come in as small medium large and thick and thin and colored and black &amp;amp; white, or just simply people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My barkada - RMI Batch'89 is now replicated with my new found friends in VSO. That's why i'm not quite lonely nowadays having to meet them and know them by heart. I thought i wouldn't belong now because ive stayed with one group that i thought would only matter, but as we grow and as we go to the different places we then meet other people that fill our longings from our previous group..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to mention a few - Chalee has been my batch forever. and now i found Ailene whose laugh and smile is of purest. Gabino is the silent type fiscal whom i run to and now here is Pielstick whose silence is so warm. Then Harvey, and Francisco who are two dear friend of mine who looks like a bro to me and Kristine the leader of our band; our strong defender and the answer to all our weaknesses. I came to meet Ms. Janett and Sir CDL who paralleled Joel our priest that with so much values and earthly virtues never surpasses to amazes me. The rest of VSO are just just amazing, heart warming, admirable, understanding and adventurous...They are of fierciest lion but Jesus is their warmth and shield. Julius our captain is also very concerned of me just like Barbara whom i talked to with heart and mind wide open and also Goldamier just like Reinalynn, Indira and Amabelle and Leizel and Naia, Cherry and Ma Elaine and Almira. We talk of everything under the sun, below the planet, inside the testicles of our veins and things that matters our heart and soul-all the heartbreak and the haapiest moments of plain rock and roll. And here is Gemma so far yet so near and so near yet so far. We didnt talk for decades but our love for each other stayed as the memories of the past lingers forever like Kenneth and Daylinda. Then Rizza whom i refer to us my guardina angel. Then Ailene and Maricel my beer bros and videoke partners. There is also Manolita whom i shared the goodtimes of lovin and Clynia whom i talked to intelligently about life, love and lost.  My Jaycee family like Mervi &amp;amp; Jonas, Roy and Francis, Thaddeus and Gabriel, Benson and Benedicto they are all my grass roots with Cyrus and Rolito, we call them the big PP's.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above them all is my only sister whom i will never ever replace, forget, deprive-Asa. My deepest love and affection to my Dwight and Aiel. They are all irreplaceable and uncomparable. Our love for each other has not been published in any definition of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UKay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friends went malling.... owwws near a mall- and i found a cute brown pants, and two cute dresses.. I intend to wear it the next day but my love intend it first to be laundred so i ended up wearing it the next week. Everytime i buy something new especially dresses i really wanted it to wear it directly. Everytime i have a new bag or a new shoes- i really wanted it to&lt;br /&gt;use directly and tell the whole world that i have a new item...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love food and food loves me.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to share a breakfast menu for those lazyheads out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every pay day make it sure you visit the grocery store and pick the basics, such as sardines, egg, rice, dried fish or  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a visit to the market for onion, tomato, onion leaves, garlic and vegetables  of your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that, you can already put the magic of your hands on what to cook daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to share a simple breakfast menu for those lazy heads out there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crack two eggs, add pinch of salt, chopped tomatoes and onions and pinch of magic sarap and fry with margarine in a nonstick pan. Fry dried fish. And use the same frying pan to sinangag your rice.  Well, a healthy fun easy breakfast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430438056812366193-3910497272425971228?l=carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3910497272425971228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-shoes-why-is-it-that-every-time-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/3910497272425971228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/3910497272425971228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-shoes-why-is-it-that-every-time-i.html' title='N-E-W'/><author><name>carmelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07339811520057365076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SoIDfnGtGkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LlHVt3Jl7qw/S220/ada+150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430438056812366193.post-1029582675843519335</id><published>2009-03-08T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:09:00.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs of my Heart: 1</title><content type='html'>Sweet Child O' Mine&lt;br /&gt;She's got a smile that it seems to me..Reminds me of childhood memories..Where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky..Now and then when I see her face..She takes me away to that special place..And if I stared too long I'd probably break down and cry..Oh, sweet child o' mine o sweet love of mine..She's got eyes of the bluest skies..As if they thought of rain..I hate to look into those eyes..And see an ounce of pain..Her hair reminds me of a warm safe placeWhere as a child I'd hideAnd pray for the thunder and the rainTo quietly pass me byOh, sweet child o' mineOh, sweet love of mineOh, sweet child o' mineOh, sweet love of mineOh, sweet child o' mineOh, sweet love of mineWhere do we goWhere do we go nowWhere do we goWhere do we goWhere do we go nowWhere do we goSweet childWhere do we go nowWhere do we goWhere do we go nowWhere do we goWhere do we go nowWhere do we goWhere do we go nowSweet childSweet child o' mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430438056812366193-1029582675843519335?l=carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1029582675843519335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/songs-of-my-heart-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/1029582675843519335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/1029582675843519335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/songs-of-my-heart-1.html' title='Songs of my Heart: 1'/><author><name>carmelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07339811520057365076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SoIDfnGtGkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LlHVt3Jl7qw/S220/ada+150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430438056812366193.post-3180472838204907882</id><published>2009-03-08T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:16:33.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SONGS OF MY HEART</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Counting Blue Cars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must of been mid afternoon&lt;br /&gt;I could tell by how far the child's shadow stretched out and&lt;br /&gt;He walked with a purpose&lt;br /&gt;In his sneakers, down the street&lt;br /&gt;He had, many questions&lt;br /&gt;Like children often do&lt;br /&gt;                                                   &lt;br /&gt;He said,&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me all your thoughts on God?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me am I very far?"&lt;br /&gt;Must of been late afternoon&lt;br /&gt;On our way the sun broke free of the clouds&lt;br /&gt;We count only blue cars&lt;br /&gt;Skip the cracks, in the street&lt;br /&gt;And ask many questions&lt;br /&gt;Like children often do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said,&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me all your thoughts on God?&lt;br /&gt;"'Cause I would really like to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;And ask her why we're who we are.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me all your thoughts on God,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am on my way to see her.&lt;br /&gt;So tell me am I very far -&lt;br /&gt;Am I very far now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting cold picked up the pace&lt;br /&gt;How our shoes make hard noises in this place&lt;br /&gt;Our clothes are stained&lt;br /&gt;We pass many, cross eyed people&lt;br /&gt;And ask many questions&lt;br /&gt;Like children often do&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me all your thoughts on God?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I would really like to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;And ask her why we're who we are.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me all your thoughts on God?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I am on my way to see her.&lt;br /&gt;So tell me am I very far?"&lt;br /&gt;Am I very far now&lt;br /&gt;Am I very far now&lt;br /&gt;Am I very far now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430438056812366193-3180472838204907882?l=carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3180472838204907882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/songs-of-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/3180472838204907882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/3180472838204907882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/songs-of-my-heart.html' title='SONGS OF MY HEART'/><author><name>carmelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07339811520057365076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SoIDfnGtGkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LlHVt3Jl7qw/S220/ada+150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430438056812366193.post-6601472836368640852</id><published>2009-03-02T20:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:31:49.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>obituaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"Bawal magpasalamat to the people who extended condolences, extended financial help and moral support during and in between lamay of a dead family"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh kung ganon ng ganon ang salbahe naman natin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to tell the whole world uhm i mean the whole Philippines aw my whole friends - oh (what will i do with my kin's friends?) again again again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bereaved family of the late Evangeline Mondarte Serion-Cabilin would like to extend our sincerest gratitude to all the people who helped us in times of sadness and sorrow, raised us through financial difficulties, gave us the moral support and who every night joined us in our prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To Tia Modic who doesn't fail to be there in times of our trouble and financial crisis;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To Alben who is more than a father to us and firsthand provide me with the financial need;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To Manang Judith who for 15th years walang sawa na naglalaba ng lahat ng aming clothes and linens and in the last hour of mama took care of her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To Manang Claring who is my yaya when i was still a month old, and a co-caregiver when any of my aunt suffers cancer, and who took care of mama's food during her stroke days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To Topher and family who extended their strong hands(literally) and became my assistant anywhere i go;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To Nang Nelma and Nong Along who took charge with the preparation of lunch during the ninth day novena and burial.  Who made the resting place of mama.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To RMI Batch 89&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To RMI Batch 92&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To JRMSC Batch 95&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To Dwights Batch &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To Dwights Beautiful Gays &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To LSA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To TRANSCO VSO&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To LGU-Dapitan City Budget Officer and staff especially to Clynia-, Inday Tan, Ade, Sister Merla, Salyn, Belle, Gras, Ebz, Amie, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To SYKES&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To Dapitan Rizal Memorial Hospital&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To DJRMH Admin Staff and Nursing Staff &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To CRBD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To Cawa-cawa residents.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To my neighbors who at the strike of 5:30am already sits with us and discussed what's available at fishport for the day's meal and offered to buy butlig-butlig; of course i have to drew money; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To our dawn visitor who offered ilang-ilang flowers named Calasang- can you believe that he offered the sweet smelling ilang-ilang and of course stopped for the coffee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To our painit visitors who after they &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To a relative daw (whom i didn't know his name and sells medicinal plants such as tree roots) who thrice(breakfast, lunch and dinner)  a day pass by our house and drink coffee and also extended his moral support (i guess of course????) - mama was never alone anymore this time because Manong just keep coming and our doors are wide open.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hmmmm i'm starting to think of an entrepreneurial venture... coffee shop!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430438056812366193-6601472836368640852?l=carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6601472836368640852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/obituaries_02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/6601472836368640852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/6601472836368640852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/obituaries_02.html' title='obituaries'/><author><name>carmelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07339811520057365076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SoIDfnGtGkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LlHVt3Jl7qw/S220/ada+150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430438056812366193.post-548763510400602056</id><published>2009-03-02T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:36:14.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>obituaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"Bawal magpasalamat sa mga taon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Id like to tell the whole &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430438056812366193-548763510400602056?l=carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/548763510400602056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/obituaries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/548763510400602056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/548763510400602056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/obituaries.html' title='obituaries'/><author><name>carmelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07339811520057365076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SoIDfnGtGkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LlHVt3Jl7qw/S220/ada+150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430438056812366193.post-5571051103656559116</id><published>2009-03-01T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T01:10:10.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks to Ailenee for the encouragement thus this book will now formally be open...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Come join with me and have fun reading the ride of my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now my thoughts will not only float in my memories but will soar in the air and documented! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Many times i dreamed of writing a book (??)whaaaaaa dream nga sabi di ba! ... well you know just for kicks, thought of lang because my mind is so full of promises, ambition and dreams , frustrations and happiness, sadness and guilt, ahhhh to many adjectives to mention that sometimes i'm afraid it might burst (literally) into activities medication only can define.. got what i mean? uh uh i didn't mean to hurt me and myself or my kin but i'm just afraid of the might happen and opppps the might really happen...nah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Moreover, i'd like to share my many thoughts and feelings of LOVE. To my pamangkins and to the young ones that I might be of help, for them not to feel the frustrations and disappointments and falling-out-of-love-thing... yet... falling in love is so sweet and B-I-T-T-E-R (literally huhuhuhu) but then again S-W-E-E-T because i keep on falling in love! whahahahahaha. But of course we cannot dictate the murmurs of love and its design depending on the person involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430438056812366193-5571051103656559116?l=carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5571051103656559116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/thanks-to-ailenee-for-encouragement-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/5571051103656559116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/5571051103656559116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/thanks-to-ailenee-for-encouragement-to.html' title=''/><author><name>carmelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07339811520057365076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SoIDfnGtGkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LlHVt3Jl7qw/S220/ada+150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430438056812366193.post-3638057636140051403</id><published>2009-03-01T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T01:39:49.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Service to Humanity is the BEST work of Life</title><content type='html'>It has always been a missing piece for me when SERVICE is being discussed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i really love and like to mingle among the least fortunate in life and just talked of ----LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i joined the Junior Chamber International - Dapitan  Shrine City Jaycees, actually i voluntered - it was my sister who was recruited and i said " I want to join can i come to the orientation?" and of course they didn't say no because recruitment is scarce in our place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was still in my second year highschool a group of young professional and angelic voice men of Dapitan visited our school and discussed/held some seminars and i was amazed of their brilliance and talent! and enthusiasm that it become a part of me and my constant longing to be among them... but i was quite frustrated at that time because their group are just men...they don't recruit ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as the time goes by - Jaycees become prominent in our place holding almost all major events in Dapitan side by side the Local Government, it also become an inspiration and model amongst the young ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back in 1998, it was April and they held its Jaycee Week, which part of it was an Orientation or recruitment, thus my sister became a member and of course i did myself to be recognized - how? i attended all meetings and work on all activities and even voluntered to a Project Chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my life with the Jaycees progressed- Iw as awarded with numerous project chairmanships and became the 2005 JCIP LOM President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the best ambition come true i ever had and the most spontaneous less effort of stepping into a ladder that once just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why i made it? because it stopped thinking that i belong with the group but instead it become a passion - it become the center of my world and that i just attended still all the meetings and the not so far council meetings and conferences (which are all donations and contributions from PP's) that become my obsession.  I made reports and make it fast and efficient.  and above all i followed the same Creed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          "I believe that FAITH in God gives meaning and purpose to human life,&lt;br /&gt;That the BROTHERHOOD of man transcends the sovereignty of nations,&lt;br /&gt;          The economic JUSTICE can best be won by free men through free enterprise,&lt;br /&gt;That GOVERNMENT should be of laws rather than of men.&lt;br /&gt;          That earth's great treasure lies in human PERSONALITY,&lt;br /&gt;And that SERVICE to humanity is the BEST work of life." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this i visited remote places and witness poverty-which i thought i was the most unfortunate creature on earth, but seeing the children in barangays all covered with scabies and when i saw their parents with scabies too....and with the lugaw with chicken we prepared and the little medicines we brought, its an awe and a question where the heavens are? but what is the most ironic of it all? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i got out from our vehicle with me is two sipi of lakatang saging, a huge fish, bulad and salbaro!  They are all given by folks we served lugaw! isn't it amazing? Then something popped in my mind! If the next time i visited their children i'll bring them remote cars and the parents i'll give them Camel cooking pots maybe they will hand me their lands!!!!! yuta!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you got me guys and all the pork barels in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not already a question on what must be done first or the holding of committee hearings with thrice snacks served but an ACTION to be done! WHAT? go directly to those people - if you have money, you buy medicines and gave it to them.  just buy, paracetamols, peniccillins, ibuprofens and the like and visit lowly places you'll see your package will be licked like mad dogs. Don't bring appratus or equiptments becuase they don't make sense bring the medicines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430438056812366193-3638057636140051403?l=carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3638057636140051403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/service-to-humanity-is-best-work-of.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/3638057636140051403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430438056812366193/posts/default/3638057636140051403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carmelie-mylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/service-to-humanity-is-best-work-of.html' title='Service to Humanity is the BEST work of Life'/><author><name>carmelie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07339811520057365076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pa0eWxGs2j0/SoIDfnGtGkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LlHVt3Jl7qw/S220/ada+150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
