<?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-7145338580019850842</id><updated>2012-02-14T22:18:59.779+08:00</updated><category term='technology'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='inspirational'/><category term='wings'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='hurt'/><category term='cry'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='death'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='song'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='fellowship'/><category term='malas'/><category term='sasa'/><category term='war'/><category term='jologs'/><category term='beautiful'/><category term='gifts'/><category term='virginity'/><category term='angel'/><category term='shopper'/><category term='distance'/><category term='mymp'/><category term='forever'/><category term='Company Outing'/><category term='confused'/><category term='friend'/><category term='highschool'/><category term='Regine'/><category term='Heaven'/><category term='friends'/><category term='SaisChikas'/><category term='meme'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='acceptance'/><category term='divorce'/><category term='farewell'/><category term='korea novela'/><category term='college'/><category term='honey'/><category term='conditional love'/><category term='Piolo'/><category term='krisa kringle'/><category term='happy'/><category term='fall'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='unconditional love'/><category term='Visual DNA'/><category term='time'/><category term='miles'/><category term='bigtime'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='ferris wheel'/><category term='alexa train'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='christmas tree'/><category term='love'/><category term='bratinella'/><category term='choir'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Writer's Write...</title><subtitle type='html'>how do i know what i think until i see what i say?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-2155073245095166346</id><published>2008-08-30T17:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:57:57.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pantry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Isa ako sa mga taong malimit na nasa silid na ito. Sa bawat pagpasok ng mga tao dito ay maraming kwentuhan, tawanan, chismisan, awayan at iyakan ang nadidinig ng munting silid na ito. Kapana-panabik ang bawat sandali ng pagtigil dito. Lalo na kapag may mga bagong palabas sa telebisyon, bagong pelikula, bagong kanta, bagong gadget at kung anu-ano pang bago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatuwang isipin na dito nabubuo ang mga pagkakaibigan na daig pa ang magkakapatid ang turingan lalu na kapag breaktime. Share your blessings! ang pinaka- importanteng rule sa loob nito. Kailangan ma-experience ng bawat isa ang lasa ng pagkain mo. Kung minsan kailangan hating-kapatid lalu na kapag may pasalubong ang mga Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko alam kung anong meron sa loob nito. Ang alam ko lang sa pagdating ng panahon na ako’y umalis dito, isa ang pantry na magsisilbing alaala ng mga masasayang araw ko sa HRD&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-2155073245095166346?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2155073245095166346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=2155073245095166346' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/2155073245095166346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/2155073245095166346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2008/08/pantry.html' title='Pantry'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-502858834051350874</id><published>2008-08-20T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:15:43.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><title type='text'>On This Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SNjziDfXBNI/AAAAAAAAARE/hg6i9i7IwPE/s1600-h/glenn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249213132078253266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SNjziDfXBNI/AAAAAAAAARE/hg6i9i7IwPE/s320/glenn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It took us a long time to fulfill this dream. We thank you for giving us all the happiness and trial we had. It is you who always gives us the guiding spirits. Now we pray for only one thing... Lord make this marriage of our's the most lasting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cesar and Glen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;August 20, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YMw6RVS7Q0U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YMw6RVS7Q0U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TWO WORDS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a while, in a word,&lt;br /&gt;Every moment now returns.&lt;br /&gt;For a while, seen or heard,&lt;br /&gt;How each memory softly burns.&lt;br /&gt;Facing you who brings me new tomorrows,&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for yesterdays,&lt;br /&gt;How they led me to this very hour,&lt;br /&gt;How they led me to this place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every touch, every smile,&lt;br /&gt;You have given me in care.&lt;br /&gt;Keep in heart, always I'll,&lt;br /&gt;Now be treasuring everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;And if life should come to just one question,&lt;br /&gt;Do I hold this moment true?&lt;br /&gt;No trace of sadness,&lt;br /&gt;Always with gladness...&lt;br /&gt;'I DO...' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-502858834051350874?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/502858834051350874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=502858834051350874' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/502858834051350874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/502858834051350874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-could-not-ask-for-more.html' title='On This Day...'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SNjziDfXBNI/AAAAAAAAARE/hg6i9i7IwPE/s72-c/glenn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-2322194070535998962</id><published>2008-08-18T20:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:10:34.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><title type='text'>The Preparation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Sa_PHa7PTqI/AAAAAAAAASc/GiEvteMK4so/s1600-h/wedding+vows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309690212086927010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Sa_PHa7PTqI/AAAAAAAAASc/GiEvteMK4so/s320/wedding+vows.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Sa_PHG_Q8gI/AAAAAAAAASU/jZxp6HF2Q0o/s1600-h/wedding+sponsors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309690206735102466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Sa_PHG_Q8gI/AAAAAAAAASU/jZxp6HF2Q0o/s320/wedding+sponsors.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Sa_PG3dSdqI/AAAAAAAAASM/MZqKUIOZf5o/s1600-h/wedding+invitation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309690202566063778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Sa_PG3dSdqI/AAAAAAAAASM/MZqKUIOZf5o/s320/wedding+invitation.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-2322194070535998962?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2322194070535998962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=2322194070535998962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/2322194070535998962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/2322194070535998962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2008/08/preparation.html' title='The Preparation...'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Sa_PHa7PTqI/AAAAAAAAASc/GiEvteMK4so/s72-c/wedding+vows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-7824723769811687747</id><published>2008-08-08T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T17:12:05.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Wish You Knew…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. I eat a lot when I’m depressed.&lt;br /&gt;2. I’m down to do whatever as long as it doesn't hurt anyone.&lt;br /&gt;3. I laugh easily even at the corniest jokes.&lt;br /&gt;4. I spend money wisely when I have it.&lt;br /&gt;5. I don’t dream big, I just dream enough.&lt;br /&gt;6. I treat people like how I wanna be treated.&lt;br /&gt;7. I do what I want when I want it.&lt;br /&gt;8. I take consideration to everything that’s goin’ on me.&lt;br /&gt;9. When I have a problem, all I need is for you to listen. No need to solve anything.&lt;br /&gt;10. I don’t mind if you’re late- as long as you call first.&lt;br /&gt;11. I need you to tell me how you feel about me.&lt;br /&gt;12. I always wanted to learn how to play guitar.&lt;br /&gt;13. I’m happy because I don’t expect too much.&lt;br /&gt;14. Mature but sometimes immature.&lt;br /&gt;15. I face every problem with a smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-7824723769811687747?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7824723769811687747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=7824723769811687747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/7824723769811687747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/7824723769811687747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2008/08/things-i-wish-you-knew.html' title='Things I Wish You Knew…'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-8585805927429145932</id><published>2008-07-16T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:37:21.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of These Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I fear one of these days I will just breakdown. I hate being in this situation. I can’t concentrate on anything at all because I’m just there but not really. I know that I am not making sense but I am just trying to find something real that will define who I am at this point of my life. The darned things is that I know I’m looking for something but I’m not sure what I’m actually looking for or where to start. Everyday I just fall deeper into unknown nothingness without really feeling…seeing anything...&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/7145338580019850842-8585805927429145932?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/8585805927429145932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=8585805927429145932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/8585805927429145932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/8585805927429145932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-of-these-days.html' title='One of These Days'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-6907410979246108682</id><published>2008-07-04T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:23:39.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fellowship'/><title type='text'>MIS Fellowship 2008</title><content type='html'>It's another enjoyable night when we held our 2008 Fellowship at Carl Ced'z. An evening of fine dining with sumptuous foods and drinks yet, simply one of the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't pretty obvious that all MIS staffs are really addicted with picture taking? Many of them are really photogenic and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SH30m9qxPwI/AAAAAAAAALc/D6lUXFvLLQ0/s1600-h/DSC01563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SH30m9qxPwI/AAAAAAAAALc/D6lUXFvLLQ0/s320/DSC01563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223600093045800706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Awarding of 3 Months Perfect Attendance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SH30nMxunPI/AAAAAAAAALk/wyA9Drx77Fw/s1600-h/P7010046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SH30nMxunPI/AAAAAAAAALk/wyA9Drx77Fw/s320/P7010046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223600097101520114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Mr. Sonogi welcoming the new staff "KAMPAI!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SH30n3WJ6rI/AAAAAAAAALs/I8YPPwGyz3A/s1600-h/DSC01528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SH30n3WJ6rI/AAAAAAAAALs/I8YPPwGyz3A/s320/DSC01528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223600108528593586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SH30oHFxNVI/AAAAAAAAAL0/v7lBpn1GA7o/s1600-h/P7010056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SH30oHFxNVI/AAAAAAAAAL0/v7lBpn1GA7o/s320/P7010056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223600112754832722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Earl: Bawal ang pork!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SH30opHkyHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/sWcemhMfur0/s1600-h/P7010068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SH30opHkyHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/sWcemhMfur0/s320/P7010068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223600121889212530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-6907410979246108682?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6907410979246108682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=6907410979246108682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/6907410979246108682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/6907410979246108682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2008/07/mis-fellowship-2008.html' title='MIS Fellowship 2008'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SH30m9qxPwI/AAAAAAAAALc/D6lUXFvLLQ0/s72-c/DSC01563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-2267466046114022309</id><published>2008-06-16T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:14:39.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Wedding Ring Should Be Put On The Fourth Finger?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SFZY7Y1KXsI/AAAAAAAAALM/5r74SAgM2iA/s1600-h/edited_web_des_ring_background.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212451396028882626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SFZY7Y1KXsI/AAAAAAAAALM/5r74SAgM2iA/s320/edited_web_des_ring_background.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thumb&lt;/span&gt; represents parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Second finger represents brothers &amp;amp; sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Center finger represents own self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fourth finger represents your partner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last finger represents your children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Please read the following, you may not believe that really God made this a miracle (this is from a Chinese excerpt) but still interesting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Firstly, join your two palms, center finger bend and put together back to back. Secondly, let the rest of the 4 fingers touch tips to tip. Game begins, follow the instructions below for all the 5 fingers but only 1 pair can split.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Try to open your thumb, the thumb represents parents, it can be opened because all human being do go thru sickness and death. Whoever may be, our parents will leave us one day.Please close up your thumb, then open your second finger, this finger represents brothers and sisters, they do have their own family, which is the reason that they will leave us too. Now close up your second finger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Open up your little finger, this represents your children. Sooner or later they too will leave us for they got they own living to live nevertheless, close up your little finger.&lt;br /&gt;Try to open your fourth finger in which we put our wedding ring; you will be surprised to find that it cannot be opened at all. Because it represents husband and wife, this whole life you will be attached to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Real love will stick together forever and ever. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-2267466046114022309?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2267466046114022309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=2267466046114022309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/2267466046114022309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/2267466046114022309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-wedding-ring-should-be-put-on.html' title='Why Wedding Ring Should Be Put On The Fourth Finger?'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SFZY7Y1KXsI/AAAAAAAAALM/5r74SAgM2iA/s72-c/edited_web_des_ring_background.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-1353020151876128474</id><published>2008-06-12T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:28:42.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing With Someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SFZcND_4qWI/AAAAAAAAALU/q-SF8b0C_rw/s1600-h/wedding_620030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212454998209243490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SFZcND_4qWI/AAAAAAAAALU/q-SF8b0C_rw/s320/wedding_620030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Years ago, I asked God to give me a spouse, "You don't own because you didn't ask" God said. Not only I asked for a spouse but also explained what kind of spouse I wanted. I want a nice, tender, forgiving, passionate, honest, peaceful, generous, understanding, pleasant, warm, intelligent, humorous, attentive, compassionate and truthful spouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I even mentioned the physical characteristics I dreamt about. As time went by I added the required list of my wanted spouse. One night, in my prayer, God talked to my heart: "My servant, I cannot give you what you want" I asked, "Why God?" God said "Because I am God and I am fair. God is the truth and all I do are true and right" I asked "God, I don't understand why I cannot have what I ask from you?" God answered, " I will explain.It is not fair and right for Me to fulfill your demand because I cannot give something that is not your own self. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It is not fair to give someone who is full of love to you if sometimes you are still hostile, or to give you someone generous but sometimes you can be cruel, or someone forgiving; however, you still hide revenge, someone sensitive; however, you are very insensitive...." He then said to me: "It is better for Me to give you someone who I know could grow to have all qualities you are searching rather than to make you waste your time to find someone who already have the qualities you want. Your spouse would be bone from your bone and flesh from your flesh and you will see yourself in her and both of you will be one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Marriage is like a school. It is a life-long an education. It is where you and your partner make adjustment and aim not merely to please each other, but to be better human beings and to make a solid teamwork. I do not give you a perfect partner, because you are not perfect either. I give you a partner with whom you would grow with."&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/7145338580019850842-1353020151876128474?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1353020151876128474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=1353020151876128474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/1353020151876128474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/1353020151876128474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2008/06/growing-with-someone.html' title='Growing With Someone'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SFZcND_4qWI/AAAAAAAAALU/q-SF8b0C_rw/s72-c/wedding_620030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-7189089636544768448</id><published>2008-06-09T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:09:19.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY TWO-GETHER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SFZXsParchI/AAAAAAAAALE/ZMZ0-TN7jcE/s1600-h/edited_ist2_4422221_bride_and_groom_in_grey.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Here's some pointers for a better, healthier relationships...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who loves his mom will be a good boyfriend. Why? Because if he has high respect for his mother, he will have high respect for women. (ehem...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give everything away. Leave some things a mystery. Guys love conquest. If you already give your all, wala ng something to look forward to sa relationship nyo. And the guy will become kampante. Assure him of your love and faithfulness, but warn him too: "umayos ka diyan! You can lose me anytime...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BIG PAGKAKAIBA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a girl needs most is love. What a guy needs most is respect. The most important thing for a girl is her heart. For a guy it’s his ego. Give your man his own time and space. Let him have his time for his friends, sports, family, self, and God. The relationship will grow old quickly if lagi kayong magkasama. Give him time to miss you and you'll see how he will love you more. If the guy naman is obsessed and just wants to be with you all the time, tell him you can’t respect a "puppy" for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do things differently anytime. Para kahit matagal na kayo, there is always something fresh and new. Variety is the spice of life. Exciting baga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Making love" is better than just "having sex". And true love "waits". Save your precious "gift" on your wedding night. Di nagiging tama ang mali , just because uso naman and everyone's doing it. Be iba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discover something you both like to do and enjoy it TWOgether. Doon naman sa mga ba gay na magkaiba ang hilig nyo, compliment each other by learning about it kahit konti. If you love someone, yung effort nyo to try will go a looooong way to understanding him later pag may disagreement kayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray with holding hands. Sounds corny noh? Maybe, but its very powerful. Pag may takot sa Diyos ang boyfriend,mo, kampante ka na di ka nya lolokohin, because he knows God sees everything he does in secret. Ikaw na ang magkusa that before you part after date, with hold hands and eyes closed, pray to God to bless you two. Believe me it's effective. Kailanman, di corny ang magdasal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never think "mababago ko sya pag kami na...". Only God can change a person, and only if that person wants to. Even God cannot steer parked cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in "Magic". Kahit di minsan practical o walang logical na dahilan, o matrabaho, o sounds crazy sa iba, do sweet little things for the one you love kahit magmukha ka ng timang. The memories will be fun to recall later in life. The corniest song o gift o letter (aminin mo) ang laging kabog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love brings out the best in each other. Find something good in your boyfriend and nurture it, encourage it and syempre, ENJOY it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's healthy to fight. Doon nyo lang maaayos ang mga differences nyo at natetest ang tatag ng relationship. Doon mo rin sya makikilala ng mabuti. Its called test of fire. Di mahalaga how dalas you fight. What matters is how often you make bati. Mas nakakatakot yung relasyong sobrang perfect at laging masaya. One big fight and that's it! And diba mas kilig yung malambing na... "uy, bati na tayo...". But don't overdo it. Kakapagod naman din na lagi na lang manuyo o magsori. Choose the battles na papatulan mo. The little issues, palampasin na. Don't sweat the small stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daraan sa iba't-ibang stages ang love especially pag matagal na kayo. Grow with it. Don't expect him to be like nung una. 'Coz like a student, di na ituturo sa grade 6 yung lessons na pang-grade 2. Change WILL happen... you both will change and your love WILL change too. It's up to you na lang if the change will be for the better or for the worse. Life is about growth. Grow with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When break up comes and its time to say goodbye, don't doubt the love just because it didn't last. May mga bagay sa buhay na di man nagtatagal, it doesn't mean di na ito totoo. Some good things are just never meant to last forever. Okay lang yon. Bless the parting and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect tears, sorrow, sleepless nights and pain. Ika nga "it's when you hurt the worse that you love the MOST." Kung di ka willing masaktan, wag ka na lang magmahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a balance. And love is both holding on and letting go. Know when to fight for your man and when to let him go. God will guide you kung anong dapat gawin sa kung anong sitwasyon. So dapat mataas ang signal ng langit sa cellfone ng puso mo to know His wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do things right. Di totoong masarap ang bawal gay a ng sabi ng iba. Kasi may kabayaran yon later. Corny ang madali. Paghirapan mong gawin ang tama at totoo and one day ikaw din ang aani ng bunga nito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DATE IDEAS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A walk in the park, along the bay area watching the sunset, biking sa big, open spaces, stargaze at night sa ibabaw ng bubong, jog @ 5 am and wait for the sunrise, singing with a guitar (or a walkman) under a tree's shade sharing hopia and siomai (yikes!). Wag lagi sa mall. Involve nature. The best things in life pa rin ay free. Di kailangan gumasta ng malaki para sumaya o maging romantic. Be creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty is the best policy... ika nga ni Jimmy Santos. Pero laging nasa timing at paraan ng pagsasabi ang technique. Pag malumanay mong sasabihin sakin na ipagpapalit mo na ako sa iba o papatayin mo na ko sa sobrang gigil, Gosh! Mato-touch pa ko! May lambing eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't NAG. Sabi ng don't nag eh! Sabi ko don't nag, don't nag, don't naaaaaaggg!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung effort, sa kahit anong gawain o effort mo ay laging 2 billion ganda/pogi points yan. Do little surprises every now and then. PARA SO HAPPY TWO-GETHER!!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-7189089636544768448?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7189089636544768448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=7189089636544768448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/7189089636544768448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/7189089636544768448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-two-gether.html' title='HAPPY TWO-GETHER!!!'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-1352639910402052892</id><published>2008-05-09T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T19:33:23.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Tamang Panahon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ang pagmamahal dumadating sa tamang oras at tamang pagkakataon.minsan sinisisi pa natin ang sarili natin kung bakit ngayon mo lang nalamang  mahal mo sya. Kung alam mo lang. Ngayon mo lang yon nalaman kasi eto yung tinatawag na "tamang panahon".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we think of love as a past time. Fling at trip lang yung mahal nya ngayon. Bukas hindi na... boyfriend nya ngayon pero tanggap nya na isang araw tatawagin nya din yung "ex". Matagal nga inaabot pa ng taon pero ilang taon?? 1? 2? 3? tapos pag nagkakasawaan na nag-aayawan na at may iba naman na nagtatagal lang ng taon dahil nanghihinayang sa pinagsamahan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bata pa masyado ang ganong magmahal may iba naman na masyadong seryoso at sensitibo pag dating sa bagay na yan. Yung tipo ng taong handang I-risk ang lahat.. Magbigay.. magparaya.. para lang doon sa taong mahal nya. Meron pang iba dyan na pinipigilan yung nararamdaman nya kasi high school pa lang o di kaya teenager pa lang, gusto nya kasing maging sila nung taong yon sa panahong seryosohan na..yung sigurado na sya na yung taong yon nga ang gusto nyang makasama pang habang buhay..kumbaga "tamang panahon"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masarap magmahal ng taong mahal ka din. Yung feeling n’yo soulmate kayo.. Kaya kung para sa’yo talaga siya..ilang taon man kayo di magkita,  ilang tao man ang mahalin niya, gaano man siya kalayo o marami mang hadlang.. magkikita pa rin kayo kung talagang para kayo sa isa't isa...&lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig???....hindi hinahanap yan..kusa yang dumarating sa "tamang panahon"…&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/7145338580019850842-1352639910402052892?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1352639910402052892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=1352639910402052892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/1352639910402052892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/1352639910402052892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2008/05/tamang-panahon.html' title='Tamang Panahon'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-8420856061158159055</id><published>2008-05-04T19:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T16:24:25.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Company Outing'/><title type='text'>Super Summer @ CME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Summer is here again! A perfect time to go on swimming, relax and feel the heat and excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer our company went to Club Manila East at Taytay, Rizal. They give us another reason to come and delight in various fun-filled activities the resort offers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SDal-wfha8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Gu74biDOiu4/s1600-h/CME+Summer+Outing-007+[800x600].JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203528917060774850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SDal-wfha8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Gu74biDOiu4/s320/CME+Summer+Outing-007+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;my ASD Team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SDal_Afha9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/FjXQktuxDTc/s1600-h/CME+Summer+Outing-001+[800x600].JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203528921355742162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SDal_Afha9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/FjXQktuxDTc/s320/CME+Summer+Outing-001+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my MIS family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SDal_QfhbAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/HhAtPzzy0xs/s1600-h/CME+Summer+Outing-020+[800x600].JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203528925650709506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SDal_QfhbAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/HhAtPzzy0xs/s320/CME+Summer+Outing-020+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;kanya-kanyang pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SDanNwfhbBI/AAAAAAAAAKc/e3qtOf--57U/s1600-h/CME+Summer+Outing-028+[800x600].JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203530274270440466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SDanNwfhbBI/AAAAAAAAAKc/e3qtOf--57U/s320/CME+Summer+Outing-028+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;teka, ano ba hinahanap natin dito??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SDanOAfhbCI/AAAAAAAAAKk/oHZ4EpxxXIc/s1600-h/CME+Summer+Outing-034+[800x600].JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203530278565407778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SDanOAfhbCI/AAAAAAAAAKk/oHZ4EpxxXIc/s320/CME+Summer+Outing-034+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;para enjoy sinama namin si jollibee!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SDanOQfhbDI/AAAAAAAAAKs/GEkVrgJSZHc/s1600-h/CME+Summer+Outing-015+[800x600].JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203530282860375090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SDanOQfhbDI/AAAAAAAAAKs/GEkVrgJSZHc/s320/CME+Summer+Outing-015+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mga basa sa shower hehehe&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SDanOQfhbEI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Saa6WkGl3Zc/s1600-h/CME+Summer+Outing-024+[800x600].JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203530282860375106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SDanOQfhbEI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Saa6WkGl3Zc/s320/CME+Summer+Outing-024+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;aszel, wag ka pasaway asd team lang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-8420856061158159055?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/8420856061158159055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=8420856061158159055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/8420856061158159055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/8420856061158159055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2008/05/super-summer-cme.html' title='Super Summer @ CME'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/SDal-wfha8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Gu74biDOiu4/s72-c/CME+Summer+Outing-007+%5B800x600%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-5778138527004318566</id><published>2008-04-23T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T16:30:42.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><title type='text'>Echoes of Our Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes we close our eyes and just listen to the echoes of our hearts. We all fall in love and there are times when we love so much that we lose our selves in our own emotions. More often than not, we wonder why there are love that grows and love that grows cold. We would start to search for answers and try to find where love has gone wrong. But in the end we find our selves where we started for we cannot question love when it has its own reasons. Love will always be as it always had been… silent, mysterious and deeply profound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us believed that love is forever… that love never dies. Only to be disillusioned in the end when we find our hands empty and our hearts longing. We mistakenly looked at love as a need to be fulfilled. But love is only a gift given to us. We should not hold it in our hands for we may never find the strength to let it go when it decides to leave. We should only embrace its warmth and glow while it last and then freely open our arms when its time to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we fall in love with someone, we don’t want that feeling to end for it is everything we are……. everything that we wanted to be. We pray that love will stay and grow in our hearts. But if it doesn’t, then we should never let our lives be taken by it for life should not end where heartaches begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always a reason why we had to move on. When we have to say goodbye to the feelings we wanted to stay forever, let us not wave our hands with a heavy heart. For love will have to set its wings free and find the place where it belongs. We may have lost it but then again when we close our eyes and listen to the echoes of our hearts, we will hear that feeling resounding silently forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we’ll know that it has never left us for the good that we have become because love will always stay. It will always be there reminding us that we should be thankful and happy… not because we have lost love but because for once in our lives that feeling lived in our hearts and made us happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-5778138527004318566?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5778138527004318566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=5778138527004318566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/5778138527004318566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/5778138527004318566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2008/04/echoes-of-our-hearts.html' title='Echoes of Our Hearts'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-4530660421813442507</id><published>2008-04-09T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T19:31:27.730+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Right One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Somebody once told me that, “finding the right person is very hard and very wrong... it is best to be right person for the one you love and there you’ll always end up disappointed when you set standards and define a “right person” for you... and don’t rush things because somewhere somehow God is preparing somebody for you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          You can never be perfect... the person you love can never be perfect, but both of you can be perfect through love and prayers, and your love can be perfect through the both of you.  But no relationship is perfect without God.  That’s why we have marriage.  It’s a bond not only between you and your loved one, but also with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Our relationship fail not because (s)he’s not the right person, it’s because we expected too much and we decide on our own.  Let God do the work.  You may call it waiting time, but while you are waiting... pray.  Let God guide you always.  He knows better.  No, He knows best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Love is not what you think, it is sometimes we mistakenly feel that our first relationship will be our last.  Because we are overwhelmed with joy and romance, we forget to learn the meaning of true love.  Some are saying that love is unselfish, blind, unconditional or simply denying oneself for the sake of someone very important in our life.  Other is saying love is immortal and can never be defined.  When we think we’re in love the first thing we almost wanted the whole world to know is that our love for someone very special can never be taken away from us.  We say this phrase “you are the most wonderful gift from God I have ever received...” After a terrible fight or sometimes ever a petty quarrel we then say “you are the biggest mistakes I’ve ever made in my entire life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Now how do you say and spell the word L.O.V.E?  Are you really deeply into it?  Nobody can tell what love really is until experience speaks and whisper right into our ears.  Most of the time; these love promise like, “forever, till death do us part, etc...”  Would end up “never” and we should part ways.  I’m not no longer happy with you!  “My love for you is dead!  “Many times we thought after having committed to someone and your trust to one another freezes down to zero degree.  (S)He ain’t the right one to come.  But the big question anyone could answer is “is she/he the right one?”  and “when is the right time?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          That made us stick to whom we are with.  Will you always be waiting the right person to come and the right time to commit?  A big YES is the answer.  Don’t be in hurry to get into a relationship because you can never find love if you insist that you be already into it.  Try to find to really understand your feelings, to know who you really are, and what you really want in a relationship.  You’re the right, there’s no such thing as a perfect relationship, but there is a compatible relationship that goes, along with it.  If you already knew that you’re too big to fit into a small size T-shirt, don’t give it a try.  You’ll probably break it and pay for the damage you have made.  If you knew felt that the relationship will not last, don’t go deeper into it.  You’ll just suffer the consequences and live hell the rest of your life.  It is hard to say goodbye though, but you can’t make it any better by just pretending you still have the same feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Try to let go and give yourself a change to live to the fullest.  Give yourself a change to grow and give your heart a much-needed attention.  Then you will find that you have made the right decision and made it all by yourself.  More frequently than not, we all act in hypocritical manner for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          We call it love when we can’t leave someone and see them crying as we try to let go.  We are wrong it’s just pity.  We call it love when we’re too attached and think that losing the one we love will somehow make us weak and unable to face the storm of life.  We misunderstood, its just that we’re too much dependent to them.  We call it love when we give our whole life to them, the wholeness of us and imagined that if they leave, no one would accept our past and us.  We are mistaken, its just insecurity.  But no matter what the definition is, the truth still remains that love isn’t something you can buy or beg.  It is real and existing...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-4530660421813442507?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4530660421813442507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=4530660421813442507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/4530660421813442507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/4530660421813442507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2008/04/right-one.html' title='The Right One'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-6187305642047847969</id><published>2008-03-02T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:22:50.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love... Love... Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I was small, I used to think of what love is, and as I recall, I even dreamed of having to feel it, not the love one feels for his father or mother, nor the love you have for your brother or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thought of love a something special and beautiful, something to keep your mind off your work and school, I pictured it to be somewhat enchanting, and somehow to the point you’ll forget something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I’ve imagine it also to be a little confusing, when your quite not sure of what your feeling, sometimes you might even say “ he is the one! “ but in the end you’ll realize his not the right man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When you thought everything was fine, and declare “ he’s so cute, so kind and he’s mine,” but soon found out his not yours alone, because he’s playing around all along.&lt;br /&gt;When everything’s smooth and nothing’s wrong, you suddenly cannot hear the music and the song you don’t know how to tell him so you continued pretending, but deep inside you know its unfair for you will be hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All people always want to experience loving, and when they do you will see them enjoying, but when pain strikes them you’ll hear them saying, “ I don’t want to love anymore, I hate him, I hate him! “.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now I’ve prepare myself for the understanding, that love isn’t just a toy or something, it’s a feeling that makes you feel high its as it your in the heavens in the sky.Yes it hurts when it didn’t work out, but you don’t need to close the door and pout do not be afraid to love and start a new, because there’s always a different side of love to view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Remember that its not always end to hurting and hating, time will come you’ll hear “ I do’s exchanging, keep your heart open and it sure is a happy ending. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-6187305642047847969?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6187305642047847969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=6187305642047847969' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/6187305642047847969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/6187305642047847969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2008/03/love-love-love.html' title='Love... Love... Love'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-6301303415292513542</id><published>2008-02-24T17:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T18:04:15.841+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopper'/><title type='text'>Are You A Chronic Shopper?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/R8KRq_MlFrI/AAAAAAAAAJs/zkRsOFzP_ho/s1600-h/shop+wise.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170855489879479986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/R8KRq_MlFrI/AAAAAAAAAJs/zkRsOFzP_ho/s320/shop+wise.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shopping can be as bad an addiction as gambling or drugs. If you’re experiencing these symptoms you might be a compulsive shopper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You habitually buy things you don’t need, sometimes even leaving the price tags on long after you made your purchases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You don’t just like to shop, you need to shop especially when you’re in bad mood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You experience of feelings of guilt and shame after you’ve spent money shopping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You get into fights with your parents, friends, work, and boyfriend because of your spending habits.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You lie about how much you really paid for the staff you bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-6301303415292513542?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6301303415292513542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=6301303415292513542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/6301303415292513542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/6301303415292513542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2008/02/are-you-chronic-shopper.html' title='Are You A Chronic Shopper?'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/R8KRq_MlFrI/AAAAAAAAAJs/zkRsOFzP_ho/s72-c/shop+wise.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-7810921187098662587</id><published>2008-02-15T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T19:27:36.009+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Express Your Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/R7gZ8_MlFqI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cqQtQsT46go/s1600-h/post1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167909107954685602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/R7gZ8_MlFqI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cqQtQsT46go/s320/post1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-7810921187098662587?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7810921187098662587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=7810921187098662587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/7810921187098662587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/7810921187098662587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2008/02/express-your-love.html' title='Express Your Love'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/R7gZ8_MlFqI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cqQtQsT46go/s72-c/post1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-6108769278210279395</id><published>2008-02-14T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T15:23:47.715+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love Lessons:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I hope this will helps you and find love life you've always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is Love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Love is blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sally Corbilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;20, Helpdesk Support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Love is sacrifice, patience and acceptance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Shiela Santuico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;24, Oracle Developer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the most important thing you've learned about love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Love takes time... it comes when you least expect it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Earl Lee Scott Valencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;23, Programmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Always love like you've never had your heart before&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Glenn Gamat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;27, Reports Analyst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;If you really love the person then express it, or you'll never will when it's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sunshine Saqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;20, Software Tester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Walang fair... when it comes to love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sherwin Velasco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;28, Java Developer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Never think twice when you feel and think that you're in the right move...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Khaycee Legaspi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;20, Data Analyst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Love teaches me how to see sunshine in the deepest part of the forest to see hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ehgai Estrella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;20, Jr. Database Administrator &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't search for love 'coz love will truly finds its way to you. It will come when you least expect it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Rose Ann Samson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;22, Programmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Being patient and understanding of your partner is not always a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Michael Allen Eusebio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;26, Network Administrator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Pain because of this you will experience true love with someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Vince Valerio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;23, Systems Analyst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What makes first love memorable?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;First love is memorable 'coz that's when the time you feel what you haven't feel before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Earl Lee Scott Valencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;23, Programmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;It's a persons first chance to discover more herself through another person. It's the first chance you realize that when you impart yourself to the person you love... you grow more and better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Glenn Gamat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;27, Reports Analyst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;When I saw her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sherwin Kuizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;28, Oracle Database Administrator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zwani.com/graphics/valentines_day/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="zwani.com myspace graphic comments" src="http://images.zwani.com/graphics/valentines_day/images/9valentines133.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zwani.com/graphics/valentines_day/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Myspace Valentines Day Comments &amp;amp; Graphics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-6108769278210279395?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6108769278210279395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=6108769278210279395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/6108769278210279395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/6108769278210279395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-lessons.html' title='Love Lessons:'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-6093423937807282566</id><published>2008-02-06T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T20:28:14.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='korea novela'/><title type='text'>Coffee Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/R6mntBgjj2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/yqYf9coaYqE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163842839697919842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/R6mntBgjj2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/yqYf9coaYqE/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I LOVE THIS ONE!!! It is soooo addicting! It's the best korean drama I've ever seen!!!!&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/7145338580019850842-6093423937807282566?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6093423937807282566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=6093423937807282566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/6093423937807282566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/6093423937807282566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2008/02/coffee-prince.html' title='Coffee Prince'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/R6mntBgjj2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/yqYf9coaYqE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-4646503164288342714</id><published>2008-01-01T04:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T16:51:19.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2008!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zwani.com/graphics/new_years/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.zwani.com/graphics/new_years/images/56tf.gif"  alt="ZWANI.com - The place for myspace comments, glitters, graphics, backgrounds and codes" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zwani.com/graphics/new_years/" target="_blank"&gt;Graphics for Happy New Year Comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-4646503164288342714?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4646503164288342714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=4646503164288342714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/4646503164288342714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/4646503164288342714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-2008.html' title='Happy 2008!!!'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-6008979394457278595</id><published>2007-12-25T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:18:45.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas To All!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zwani.com/graphics/christmas/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="ZWANI.com - The place for myspace comments, glitters, graphics, backgrounds and codes" src="http://images.zwani.com/graphics/christmas/images/55t6.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zwani.com/graphics/christmas/" target="_blank"&gt;Myspace Chistmas Comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-6008979394457278595?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6008979394457278595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=6008979394457278595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/6008979394457278595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/6008979394457278595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-to-all.html' title='Merry Christmas To All!!!'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-7976471029172150523</id><published>2007-12-17T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T21:34:21.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='krisa kringle'/><title type='text'>Kris Kringle 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The first week of Kris Kringle held last December 1, 2007 and the first theme was “something sweet and huggable”. They showed off their teddy bear, chocolates, pillow and stuff toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156435237947163890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/R49Wh2klxPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gcJHgMK-M1s/s320/IMG_0371.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;December 8, 2007 held the second Kris Kringle. The entire department goes wild and naughty with the theme “something green”. Everybody was given the chance to open up their newly received “Green “gifts from their mommy and daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/R49YKmklxQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/qJDI1f3yup0/s1600-h/green1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156437037538460930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/R49YKmklxQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/qJDI1f3yup0/s320/green1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156437041833428242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/R49YK2klxRI/AAAAAAAAAIg/uG32IxPJV3g/s320/green2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Pink and Blue teddy bear, cd case, pink and blue handkerchief, pink and blue soap case. The things we got from our last Kris Kringle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/R49YyGklxSI/AAAAAAAAAIo/u7Fn-4P50Zg/s1600-h/IMG_0363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156437716143293730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/R49YyGklxSI/AAAAAAAAAIo/u7Fn-4P50Zg/s320/IMG_0363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/R49YyGklxTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/a7ldR6TC-2M/s1600-h/pinkandblue1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156437716143293746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/R49YyGklxTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/a7ldR6TC-2M/s320/pinkandblue1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-7976471029172150523?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7976471029172150523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=7976471029172150523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/7976471029172150523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/7976471029172150523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/12/kris-kringle-2008.html' title='Kris Kringle 2008'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/R49Wh2klxPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gcJHgMK-M1s/s72-c/IMG_0371.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-5214022093021610582</id><published>2007-12-09T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T16:39:50.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the scene ten years ago. The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid; I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school. Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar came into my life. It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Sugar hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her. Sugar said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls. Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn't help doing so. I moved Sugar's hands aside and said you go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised to do it together with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me. However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Sugar's body. This was the means of my entertainment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious. When my wife went to my office, Sugar had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes. Once again, Sugar said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I've got something to tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Sugar. With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement, which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one-day. But I could not take back what I had said.&lt;br /&gt;Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce, which had obsessed me for several weeks, seemed to be firmer and clearer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fall asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again. She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal a life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken. She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, Hey Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning. I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage romantically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Sugar about my wife’s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don't tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for a bus, I drove to the office. On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face. On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there. On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Sugar became vague. On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn't tell Dew about this. I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, it seems not difficult to carry you now. She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head. Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mom out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old. I held her tightly and said, both you and I didn't notice that our life lacked intimacy. I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked upstairs. Sugar opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Sugar, I won't divorce. I'm serious. She looked at me, astonished. Then she touched my forehead. You got no fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Sugar, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you. Sugar seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife, which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-5214022093021610582?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5214022093021610582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=5214022093021610582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/5214022093021610582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/5214022093021610582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-you-divorce-me-carry-me-out-in.html' title='When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-2297182802082524923</id><published>2007-12-05T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T16:12:09.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friends… A simple word isn't it? I used to think that friends were the people that you could laugh and talk to. Now I know that friends aren't that, they're the people that touch your heart. You could spend hours with them doing nothing at all and it can be the best time of your life, just because it was with them. They're the people you can share your secrets with, cry with, laugh with, and just have fun with. They don't judge you or make you change. They accept you exactly as you are. They look at you and they see a great person, one they love spending time with. You all share something in common and are tied together by memories, tears, laughs and smiles. You're tied together by love for the other. Friendship is the strangest but greatest thing in the world. I find my time with my friends, the best times of my life. 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No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the branches of our tree at this time of the year for the past 10 years or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all began because my husband Lewis hated Christmas. Oh, not the true meaning of Christmas, but the commercial aspects of it. You know, the overspending, the frantic running around at the last minute to get a tie for Uncle Harry and the dusting powder for Grandma, the gifts given in desperation because you couldn't think of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing he felt this way, I decided one year to bypass the usual shirts, sweaters, ties and so forth. I reached for something special just for Lewis. The inspiration came in an unusual way.&lt;br /&gt;Our son Cyrill, who was 12 that year, was wrestling at the junior level at the school he attended. Shortly before Christmas, there was a non-league match against a team sponsored by an inner city church. The kids were mostly black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These youngsters, dressed in sneakers so ragged that shoestrings seemed to be the only thing holding them together, presented a sharp contrast to our boys in their spiffy blue and gold uniforms and sparkling new wrestling shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the match began, I was alarmed to see that the other team was wrestling without headgear, a kind of light helmet designed to protect a wrestler's ears. It was a luxury the ragtag team obviously couldn't afford. Well, we ended up walloping them. We took every weight class. And as each of their boys got up from the mat, he swaggered around in his tatters with false bravado, a kind of street pride that couldn't acknowledge defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lewis, seated beside me, shook his head sadly, "I wish just one of them could have won," he said. "They have a lot of potential, but losing like this could take the heart right out of them." Lewis loved kids-all kids. He understood kids in competitive situations, having coached little league football, baseball and lacrosse. That's when the idea for his present came.&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon, I went to a local sporting goods store and bought an assortment of wrestling headgear and shoes and sent them anonymously to the inner city church. On Christmas Eve, I placed the envelope on the tree, the note inside telling Lewis what I had done and that this was his gift from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His smile was the brightest thing about Christmas that year and in succeeding years. For each Christmas, I followed the tradition - one year sending a group of mentally challenged youngsters to a hockey game, another year a check to a pair of elderly brothers whose home had burned to the ground the week before Christmas - on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The envelope became the highlight of our Christmas. It was always the last thing opened on Christmas morning and our children, ignoring their new toys, would stand with wide-eyed anticipation as their dad lifted the envelope from the tree to reveal its contents.&lt;br /&gt;As the children grew, the toys gave way to more practical presents, but the envelope never lost its allure. Still, the story doesn't end there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, we lost Lewis last year due to cancer. When Christmas rolled around, I was still so wrapped in grief that I barely got the tree up. Yet Christmas Eve found me placing an envelope on the tree, and in the morning, it was joined by three more. Each of our children, unbeknownst to the others, had placed an envelope on the tree for their dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tradition has grown and someday will expand even further, with our grandchildren standing around the tree with wide-eyed anticipation, watching as their fathers take down their envelopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lewis's spirit, like the spirit of Christmas, will always be with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-4999628238904367062?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4999628238904367062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=4999628238904367062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/4999628238904367062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/4999628238904367062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/12/perfect-gift.html' title='The Perfect Gift'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-5805233542513958610</id><published>2007-12-01T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T21:51:24.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas tree'/><title type='text'>MIS Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/R49c-GklxVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/t_lfEKZbcsA/s1600-h/DSC01024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156442320348235090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/R49c-GklxVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/t_lfEKZbcsA/s320/DSC01024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our Little Christmas Tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-5805233542513958610?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5805233542513958610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=5805233542513958610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/5805233542513958610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/5805233542513958610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/12/mis-christmas-tree.html' title='MIS Christmas Tree'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/R49c-GklxVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/t_lfEKZbcsA/s72-c/DSC01024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-18146590644171578</id><published>2007-11-30T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T14:50:03.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>I'd Still SayYes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But there are times when I just drop all these logical ideas and just go on with what my feelings tell me, what makes me happy. The difference is that I’m entering this situation with my eyes; mind; and heart wide open, knowing that hurt is inevitable. I am trying to derive pleasure from what I can get in the moment without kidding myself that a happily ever after awaits me. I know that I am doing this more for myself than for him. I don’t refuse to see reason, I see the obvious what-to-dos oh so very clearly but I chose not to heed them not to be difficult but to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My friends are actually worried about my actions because they don’t want me to get hurt. I appreciate that so much. This is the reason why I want to tell them that hey, don’t worry about me coz’ I am happy. He makes me happy. Believe it or not, even with all the hurting. I really am.&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/7145338580019850842-18146590644171578?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/18146590644171578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=18146590644171578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/18146590644171578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/18146590644171578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/12/id-still-sayyes.html' title='I&apos;d Still SayYes...'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-3523560764662337194</id><published>2007-11-25T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T14:47:14.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Maybe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Being the cynical person, I lectured myself a million times about him. I repeatedly told myself not to expect anything because I am 99% sure that he won’t really shape up. My motto was to expect the worst so that I’ll be able to appreciate the good little things when they happen. I was my own devil’s advocate and it’s really uncanny because most of the time, the advices I get from my friends are the exact same things that I tell myself.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-3523560764662337194?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3523560764662337194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=3523560764662337194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/3523560764662337194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/3523560764662337194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/11/maybe.html' title='Maybe...'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-8902477285622878788</id><published>2007-11-09T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T14:44:48.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Heller! How are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How can you even say you do have a life when most of your naughty friends are having their weekend nightlife somewhere far from where you are? Sometimes, in order for us to have something, we must pay it with something as well. Everything has a price, even love? Yeah, sad but true. Love has sacrifice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was thinking how many sacrifices I did in my entire 27 years. I cannot count, maybe because that is not important anymore. Lots of times, I cried. Most of the time, I was just being too sensitive and emotional and I hate myself for it. Simply because, it makes me look so weak and fragile. Such a crybaby! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, how's my weekend? Just one of the ordinary days I have, spent most of my time sleeping and doing nothing. God, how productive I am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-8902477285622878788?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/8902477285622878788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=8902477285622878788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/8902477285622878788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/8902477285622878788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/11/heller-how-are-you.html' title='Heller! How are you?'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-4594367034297102013</id><published>2007-09-11T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T10:10:13.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>They Say It's My Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i9.tinypic.com/4v6ol6q.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes, today mark the start of my 27th year on this remarkable planet. I have really enjoyed today- lots of great conversations, cards, emails, text messages, special hug from my 1 year old son and a call from my hubby (&lt;em&gt;har! har! har!&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are couple of things I had always thought I would have achieved by now, but today is no day for regrets. I'll just be happy and rejoice in the significance of the day. So, send my gifts to my house. I'm waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everyone reading this and to all the people who touched my life - thank you for making the past year more than just something to bear. And I wish for all of us a wonderful year to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it's your birthday, too, then happy birthday to you! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-4594367034297102013?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4594367034297102013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=4594367034297102013' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/4594367034297102013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/4594367034297102013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/09/they-say-its-my-birthday.html' title='They Say It&apos;s My Birthday!!!'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i9.tinypic.com/4v6ol6q_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-1596770819325873466</id><published>2007-09-09T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T13:49:45.591+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wings'/><title type='text'>Letting Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/4v7avrr.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There was once a lonely girl who longed desperately for love. One day while she was walking in the woods she found two starving songbirds. She took them home and put them in a small glided cage. She nurtured them with love and the birds grew strong. Every morning they greeted her with a marvelous song. The girl felt great love for the birds. She wanted their singing to last forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One day the girl left the door to the cage open. The larger and stronger of the two birds flew from the cage. The girl watched anxiously as he circled high above her. She was so frightened that he would fly away and she would never see him again that as he flew close, she grasped at him wildly. She caught him in her fist. She clutched him tightly within her hand. Her heart gladdened at her success in capturing him. Suddenly she felt the bird go limp. She opened her hand stared in horror at the dead bird. Her desperate clutching love had killed him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She noticed the other bird teetering on the edge of the cage. She could feel his great need for freedom. His need to soar into the clear, blue sky. She lifted him from the cage and tossed him softly into the air. The bird circled once, twice, three times.&lt;br /&gt;The girl watched delighted at the bird's enjoyment. Her heart was no longer concerned with her loss. She wanted the bird to be happy. Suddenly the bird flew closer and landed softly on her shoulder. It sang the sweetest melody, she had ever heard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The fastest way to lose love is to hold on too tight, the best way to keep love is to give it -- WINGS! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-1596770819325873466?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1596770819325873466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=1596770819325873466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/1596770819325873466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/1596770819325873466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/09/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i8.tinypic.com/4v7avrr_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-6342922923735614049</id><published>2007-09-06T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T16:57:59.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>What Your Hands Say About You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It has been a long time since the last meme post. This meme was from Emmyrose, &lt;a href="http://www.emmyrose.com/"&gt;Dancing with Butterflies&lt;/a&gt;. She tagged me like one or two months ago. hehehe! Sorry for the delayed post. :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What Your Hands Say About You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoyourhandssayaboutyouquiz/hands.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You are logical, analytical, and rational. You have good verbal skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flexible and broad minded, you can fit in to any situation. There's no telling where your life will take you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consistent and reliable, you like to count on structure and routine in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your emotions tend to be relaxed and uncomplicated. You don't read too much into things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyourhandssayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What Do Your Hands Say About You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-6342922923735614049?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/6342922923735614049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=6342922923735614049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/6342922923735614049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/6342922923735614049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-your-hands-say-about-you.html' title='What Your Hands Say About You'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-7164540125926470643</id><published>2007-08-22T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T17:10:44.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conditional love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acceptance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>Lord I know that Your love is healing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are times when nothing was wrong. Sometimes love just naturally fades away and this happens to people who are simply not meant for each other. I know it is difficult to comprehend why relationships suddenly take unexpected turns. But it always happens. People we treasure are taken away from us for a reason. Sometimes we have to stop asking why and just accept our fate. If there is certainty in that end, then we should stop being bitter and just be thankful that for once, we have loved and shared our life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we are holding on to someone whom we think is still there but has really been gone, or was just looking for a decent way out of your relationship. You know how women can get away with words. There is nothing wrong in loving someone. You may be able to bare the pain when love begins to hurt. And when it hurts, you may still be able to give even more. But what good does it bring you when the person you love shows no respect for what you feel and makes excuses for his inability to love you back. Love isn’t love until you give away. But love will only have life when it is shared by two people who believe in it’s meaning, by people who share one goal, one commitment and by people who are selflessly loyal to each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God ways aren’t always easy and painless. Some are meant to open our eyes to what we do not see. Some are meant to make us realize what we stubbornly refuse to understand. But all of them will always be meant to make us stronger and better persons. We just have to trust Him on that. You may find your way to the farthest planet and still remember the one you love. Distance has little to do with forgetting. This healing should begin in your heart. Acceptance is the first step to recovery. Once you have learned to understand that this is where it ends then it is the only time when you will learn how to move on with your life without having to stop every time you are reminded of the bitterness of the past.&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/7145338580019850842-7164540125926470643?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7164540125926470643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=7164540125926470643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/7164540125926470643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/7164540125926470643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/08/lord-i-know-that-your-love-is-healing.html' title='Lord I know that Your love is healing...'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-3931378042695961234</id><published>2007-08-18T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T17:17:17.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><title type='text'>As They Saw His Angel Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They were both there the first time he cried. It was a joyful sound. The sound of life beginning and they waited so long to hear it. Mom and Dad were proud of him as they saw his angel face. But today he lay there in the dirt face down crying one more time..."Mom, Dad...help me!" They were not nearby to hear his final cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He grew to be a young man full of hope and pride. He had dreams and plans for the future. In fact, waiting for him back home was the girl of his dreams. They met at school and just like fairy tales and romance stories this love affair was the kind that was meant to be. The last time they saw each other they made promises of faithfulness. They talked about the wedding and a dozen or more children of their own. He said, "I love you more than anything in this world." She cried and with tears running softly down her face she said, " I will wait for you and while we are apart my heart will skip every other beat until your return." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mom and Dad stood by watching and dreaming of grandchildren to come and how they would spend the holidays together as one big family. They said goodbye and after long "I don't want to let you go" hugs, they waved one last time as the plane lifted off the runway and headed away from home. On the drive back there was silence as each of them remembered the first times, the good times, and the challenges of the past. "Honey, it seems like just yesterday that he took his first steps," said Dad. "I can remember holding him in my arms and thanking God for this miracle in my life," said Mom. "Mom," said the young bride to be, "I know that feeling, too." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Months pass by and letters exchanged by the dozens. His time away is coming to an end. He'll be home again soon. They gather at the airport once more to greet him. This should have been the joyful return of their son, her fiancé. The plane lands and makes its final turn. The propellers stop with a sputtering sound. The passenger door opens as the steps are put in place. But this is not for him. The rear baggage door is unlatched and a small truck rolls underneath to gather its contents. "There, that must him." Dad whispers quietly. Mom bursts into tears. His fiancé bows her head and cries openly into her hands. He is home just like he promised. She was faithful and true. They didn't hear his last cry. He died face down on foreign soil. You see he and tens of thousands of other men and women returned home that way so that you could be with your family and friends this weekend sharing laughter, good food and the freedom that only America can offer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;War should never be. But as it has had it's place in our history, young men and women gave their lives for the things that you and I take for granted everyday. Count your freedoms and they will equal one for every life lost. Know that as Mom and Dad stood by the casket and looked at their son one last time, Mom and Dad were proud of him as they saw his angel face.&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/7145338580019850842-3931378042695961234?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3931378042695961234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=3931378042695961234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/3931378042695961234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/3931378042695961234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/08/as-they-saw-his-angel-face.html' title='As They Saw His Angel Face'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-3575627586302131207</id><published>2007-08-03T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T16:29:56.004+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><title type='text'>Welcome Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;One of our greatest fears is the fear of death. If all of us knew when we would die when we’d probably spend the rest of our lives trembling and dreadfully waiting for that moment to come. But we will all come to rest. Each in our own and right time. This is all part of God’s divine purpose…but human as we are, we get scared and sorry for ourselves when we know we are being called to finally bid life in this world goodbye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Death is not the end of life but just the beginning of a new one. Life in this world is not a matter of choice but a matter of faith. Those whose faiths are weak die but those who believe die with a promise of better things to come. Faith means believing in miracles. It means knowing and trusting that God is in control. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Life’s second chance is in God’s hands. We may never be able to understand his wisdom in this lifetime but He will definitely enlighten us in the next. If it is his will that you get your second chance then be thankful and live life to the fullest. If not, then just let your faith work in you for He may not have given you the chance to be with your love one’s but He will surely bring them close to you… in your heart forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-3575627586302131207?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3575627586302131207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=3575627586302131207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/3575627586302131207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/3575627586302131207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/08/welcome-death.html' title='Welcome Death'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-444799663791035735</id><published>2007-07-23T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T16:10:23.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unconditional love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conditional love'/><title type='text'>Unconditional…Conditional….</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are times when we get discouraged by things that happen and by people around us. Times when we want to give up on someone because we don’t love him anymore. Times when we hate ourselves for hating others. Times when we stop loving because people fall short of our expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To love without asking why or how. To love without setting any limit. Is this how we love? Or is our love defined by how much we gain or how much someone makes us happy? We should love a person not because of anything else but simply because we love him, nothing more… nothing less. Our love becomes conditional when we begin to put a price tag on someone. When that person falls below certain limits then he wouldn’t get as much attention and love that he would have been given he’d more qualified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Love doesn’t measure, weigh or gauge a person. Love just loves it is the very basic yet so difficult formula in the success of any relationship. To love unconditionally is to love beyond the bounds of what limit us, race and creed, wealth and poverty, sickness and health and suffering and happiness. Love knows no bounds and only when we learn how to conquer the limits of what keeps us away from others can love take on a few meaning. One that doesn’t ask why or how. One that simply believes… one that simply loves...&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/7145338580019850842-444799663791035735?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/444799663791035735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=444799663791035735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/444799663791035735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/444799663791035735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/07/unconditionalconditional.html' title='Unconditional…Conditional….'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-4795558946929386661</id><published>2007-07-20T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T09:23:46.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virginity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Touched for the very first time…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Virginity has always been a sensitive issue in many relationships. There are men who will still value greatly a woman’s chastity and would always want to have her first, but the sad fact is, not all first relationship become our last and there are many women who lose their virginity to their first boyfriends. Does this mean that these women are doomed to fail in their succeeding relationships? Well, I don’t think so because many couples do not end up with their first beaus but they end up with happy marriages. I believe that this would only be an issue if there is no transparency in a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;If you made a mistake in giving it your first failed relationship then make sure your next boyfriend knows that he wasn’t the first. This is where many relationships are strained- women taking the risk of not telling their boyfriends about it. Men are likely to discover it one way or another and if you take them by surprise they would feel cheated, get mad and get even. Then you can bid your relationship goodbye again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;There is only one simple rule. If a man loves you he would care less about your past and if a man who doesn’t love you would live in it and use it to hurt you and find his way out. We all make mistakes. Women give in to men who they thought would be their forever. If they only knew they wouldn’t end up together, many of them would have been more careful in letting their passion take over. But what’s done is done. No woman goes to the doctor to have her virginity stitched back. Don’t think that you would never find someone who can embrace your past. Give yourself a chance and you will find the man whose love will see beyond your mistakes… the man who will understand you for all that you have been, accept you for what you have become and love you for what you truly are…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/7145338580019850842-4795558946929386661?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4795558946929386661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=4795558946929386661' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/4795558946929386661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/4795558946929386661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/07/touched-for-very-first-time.html' title='Touched for the very first time…'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-7718260248670685516</id><published>2007-07-19T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T09:52:50.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Miles Away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes I wished that some magical force could transport me so that I can be where I wanted to be… next to the one I love. But reality bites back and I’d just be waking up alone and longing for that someone who I miss like crazy. I can truly say that it is indeed difficult to keep a relationship that is separated by spans of oceans and miles of land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Now, I am luckier because we have affordable technology at our disposal. The internet, e-mail, voicemail, telephone and video conferencing are just some of the great marvels of science that somehow help us bridge the gap of time and space. But not even the best technology can bring us physically closer to the people we long to be with…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-7718260248670685516?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7718260248670685516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=7718260248670685516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/7718260248670685516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/7718260248670685516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/07/miles-away.html' title='Miles Away...'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-758226646387107577</id><published>2007-06-28T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T16:55:14.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>At kung kelan???...Hindi ko alam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bakit pa natin kailangan magkita? Bakit pa natin kailangan magkakilala kung mawawala ka lang din naman? Bakit pa kailangan magsabi ng hello, if in a while you’ll also say goodbye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ganon hindi ka naman pala magsta-stay. Sana hindi ka na lang dumating. Hindi ko alam kung anong reason bakit ka pa nilagay sa buhay ko. Mabuti sana kung pag-alis mo eh babalik ako sa dati kung paano ako nung wala ka. Kaya lang hindi eh. Alam mo na kapag nawala ka, hahanap-hanapin kita. Dati, wala akong paki-alam kung wala akong kausap o ka-telebabad sa telepono? Wala akong paki kung hindi ka magtext. Normal ang buhay ko. Pero nung dumating ka, nagkaroon ng konting kulay. Natuto akong magpuyat dahil magkausap tayo sa telepono. Natuto ulit ako tumawa ng malakas dahil sa mga kwento mo. Natuto ulit ako kung paano magmahal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero bigla na lang nagbago ang ihip ng hangin. Bigla tayong nagising sa katotohanan na mas pinili nating parehas na lang maging malaya. Na may kanya-kanya tayong dahilan kung bakit hindi pwedeng maging “tayo”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everything has been said and every decision has been given. I may not be there anymore but a part of me will always stay with you…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-758226646387107577?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/758226646387107577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=758226646387107577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/758226646387107577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/758226646387107577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-we-fall-in-love.html' title='At kung kelan???...Hindi ko alam...'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-1376120336137744964</id><published>2007-06-27T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T14:50:02.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Your hair was long when we first met...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As a fiercely independent and idiosyncratic singer/songwriter who plays the piano, Regina Spektor draws easy comparisons to Tori Amos. But her work feels less remote and more versatile, thanks in large part to a singular songwriting voice that spans genres and personas with grace and apparent ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her first album recorded for widespread distribution -- its three predecessors were self-released, though the marvelous Soviet Kitsch received a high-profile reissue last year -- the new Begin to Hope finds the Russian-born performer in the midst of a full-blown star turn. On "Samson," the album's most elegantly lovely song, Spektor uses the story of Samson as a jumping-off point for a poignant rumination on disappointment, aging and obsolescence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all its thematic ambition and Biblical allusions, "Samson" functions best as a subtle character sketch, but it also makes a grand showcase for Spektor's knockout arrangement. When a wave of minor-key synths rolls in during the sweetly melancholy chorus -- just as she hits the words, "Your hair was long when we first met" -- the resulting sound is moving to a degree that's practically paralyzing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Artist: Regina Spektor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Album: Begin to Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Genre: Pop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you are my sweetest downfall&lt;br /&gt;i loved you first, i loved you first&lt;br /&gt;beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth&lt;br /&gt;i have to go, i have to go&lt;br /&gt;your hair was long when we first met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samson went back to bed&lt;br /&gt;not much hair left on his head&lt;br /&gt;he ate a slice of wonder bread and went right back to bed&lt;br /&gt;and history books forgot about us and the bible didn't mention us&lt;br /&gt;and the bible didn't mention us, not even once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are my sweetest downfall&lt;br /&gt;i loved you first, i loved you first&lt;br /&gt;beneath the stars came fallin' on our heads&lt;br /&gt;but they're just old light, they're just old light&lt;br /&gt;your hair was long when we first met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samson came to my bed&lt;br /&gt;told me that my hair was red&lt;br /&gt;told me i was beautiful and came into my bed&lt;br /&gt;oh i cut his hair myself one night&lt;br /&gt;a pair of dull scissors in the yellow light&lt;br /&gt;and he told me that i'd done alright&lt;br /&gt;and kissed me 'til the mornin' light, the mornin' light&lt;br /&gt;and he kissed me 'til the mornin' light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samson went back to bed&lt;br /&gt;not much hair left on his head&lt;br /&gt;ate a slice of wonderbread and went right back to bed&lt;br /&gt;oh, we couldn't bring the columns down&lt;br /&gt;yeah we couldn't destroy a single one&lt;br /&gt;and history books forgot about us&lt;br /&gt;and the bible didn't mention us, not even once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are my sweetest downfall&lt;br /&gt;i loved you first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E-Am57myCc4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-1376120336137744964?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1376120336137744964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=1376120336137744964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/1376120336137744964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/1376120336137744964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-are-my-sweetest-downfall.html' title='Your hair was long when we first met...'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-2082029583599569142</id><published>2007-06-25T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T12:09:04.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>Again???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Got tagged by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.juzahlyn-joyce.info/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;joyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to tag anyone. If you want this meme please feel free to grab it. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you dated someone older than you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Unforgettable high school memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;senior’s ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Ever hated someone so bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;yupz…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Have you ever failed a subject at school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;naman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. When was the last time you said I love you and mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;yesterday! hehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. What’s the last thing you purchased?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;yakult! hehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. Longest phone conversation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;last week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. Ever put lemon in your hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bakit naman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. Stolen something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;yung chocolate ng sister ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. Had a crush on your neighbor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;yes.. his pink honda jazz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11. Lost a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lost?? Lost of communication..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12. Laid on your back and watched clouds shapes go by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;nope!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;13. Felt an earthquake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;yes, when I was in grade 4.. yun na yata yung pinakamalakas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;14. Touched a snake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;not yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;15. Gotten in a car accident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;oo naman sa imus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;16. Had a party in your house while your parents were away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;oo naman..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;17. Use a fake ID?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;18. Been lost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;muntik na!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;19. Kissed in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="120" src="http://i17.tinypic.com/66dh1zl.gif" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://caiabbass.i.ph/"&gt;Cai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4 Jobs I’ve Had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Computer Teacher&lt;br /&gt;* Office Staff&lt;br /&gt;* MIS Staff&lt;br /&gt;* Yaya ni Cyrill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4 movies I’ve watched over and over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Notting Hill&lt;br /&gt;* City of Angels&lt;br /&gt;* Little Mermaid&lt;br /&gt;* Paano Kita Iibigin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4 TV Shows/stations I like to watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ABS-CBS- Syempre kapamilya!&lt;br /&gt;* GMA- minsan kapuso din!&lt;br /&gt;* Q-TV- ka-Q&lt;br /&gt;* Studio 23- Kabarkada mo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4 of my favorite foods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* shrimp&lt;br /&gt;* squid&lt;br /&gt;* strawberry&lt;br /&gt;* chocolates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4 places I’d like to be right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;* Paris&lt;br /&gt;* Japan&lt;br /&gt;* Korea&lt;br /&gt;* Hongkong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4 people who will respond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mayeeheartspooh.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mayee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://toniwoni.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;toniwoni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://timawa.i.ph/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tintin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://eraofchris.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;era&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-2082029583599569142?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2082029583599569142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=2082029583599569142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/2082029583599569142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/2082029583599569142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/06/2-more.html' title='Again???'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i17.tinypic.com/66dh1zl_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-2436519099131308692</id><published>2007-06-16T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T16:06:56.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>In the SPOTLIGHT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was tagged by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://fingertalks.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fingertalks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Actually, this meme is like 2 days already. Anyways, here are the interview questions I answer. To view the complete list of questions and the rules please visit Christy's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://christyscoffeebreak.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-spotlight_08.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Choose your own questions and answer them briefly. Just be yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here's my interview:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img height="21" src="http://i7.tinypic.com/4pyswab.gif" width="21" border="0" /&gt;When did you start blogging?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started blogging in Friendster in year 2005 but I stopped after a few months and signup for new blog account with Blogspirit Community within the same year.Then I started with Blogger in April of this year. I got started here the way everybody does. I looked at few blogs and decided to signup with this community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img height="21" src="http://i7.tinypic.com/4pyswab.gif" width="21" border="0" /&gt;What do you hope to accomplish your blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Interesting question! I don't think I'm trying to accomplish anything with my blog. I just wanted to write or post about things that happen in my life because I think I am a writer at heart yay! but I've been delighted to find that I build friendship with my fellow bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img height="21" src="http://i7.tinypic.com/4pyswab.gif" width="21" border="0" /&gt;What's your best quality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Loving and Friendly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img height="21" src="http://i7.tinypic.com/4pyswab.gif" width="21" border="0" /&gt;What's your worst quality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img height="21" src="http://i7.tinypic.com/4pyswab.gif" width="21" border="0" /&gt;Is this your first meme?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nope. This is my second meme. The first one was the Alexa Train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I really like seeing people's answers to this meme, so please, please consider yourself tagged if you're at all interested! To be going on with though, I shall tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://emmyrose.bravelog.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Emmyrose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dangkin.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dangkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ennaohj.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;jho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://maipaul.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kev12.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://timawa.i.ph/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tintin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://prestidigitation.blogdrive.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;natre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://juzahlyn-joyce.info/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Joyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-2436519099131308692?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2436519099131308692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=2436519099131308692' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/2436519099131308692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/2436519099131308692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-spotlight.html' title='In the SPOTLIGHT!'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i7.tinypic.com/4pyswab_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-7550513086020025225</id><published>2007-06-12T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T13:00:18.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>IV-Gold: Rewind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Rm5kiWQopCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9fR49Hr7fdY/s1600-h/DSCF0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075104371346809890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Rm5kiWQopCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9fR49Hr7fdY/s320/DSCF0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Cherry's Pavillion Entrance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From talks of going to Water Camp to Island Cove. Our final destination? Cherry’s Pavillion! Hahaha! At last, the plan for reunion finally pushed through. Last June 10-11, 2007, we celebrate our 10th Year Reunion of IV-Gold Batch 1997. Cherry’s was a cheap but nice place. We got to the place late but we still had fun. We had baon of adobong manok, inihaw na tilapia and bangus, dinuguan, inihaw na baboy, lumpiang prito, ensaladang pipino and labanos, mangga, bagoong, pinaputok na tilapia and pancit malabon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Rm5lL2QopDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/KYpinUP9I7c/s1600-h/DSCF0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075105084311381042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Rm5lL2QopDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/KYpinUP9I7c/s320/DSCF0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;IV-Gold Girls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Rm5lMWQopEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/uCrnpJTHNs8/s1600-h/DSCF0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075105092901315650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Rm5lMWQopEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/uCrnpJTHNs8/s320/DSCF0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Rm5lMmQopFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/JcosYkQBICU/s1600-h/DSCF0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075105097196282962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Rm5lMmQopFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/JcosYkQBICU/s320/DSCF0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I finally had a taste of chlorine water (eww…) nakapag-swim din kahit parang janitor fish lang daw ako! Hahaha! We’ll hindi naman kasi ako good swimmer so ano pa expect nila sa akin, di ba? Some of my friends hit the slides so many times. Ako? naku wag mo na itanong! Hahaha! While nasa side kami ng pool, non-stop chikahan. Puro kalokohan. Kwentuhan about the past and syempre about the buhay-buhay ngayon since most of us may kanya-kanya ng family. I missed my gurls so much! Pambihira nag-kapuyatan kami sa kuwentuhan. I enjoyed the morning in the resort because I was still awake to catch the sunrise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075107021341631618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Rm5m8mQopII/AAAAAAAAAH0/VBnXqwAt-2Y/s320/DSCF0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Billy,Chaw and Joshua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I got home, natulog ako and then woke up just to eat lunch, then slept again until Monday morning. (buti na lang Holiday!). I had a great time in our reunion because I saw the people I haven’t seen for a long time. Too bad Amor, Amie, Ramsey, John, Chadwin and Michelle aren’t there. Whew! Next time Galera naman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Rm5mV2QopGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-C1Qrcz_FpQ/s1600-h/DSCF0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075106355621700706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Rm5mV2QopGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-C1Qrcz_FpQ/s320/DSCF0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; IV-Gold Boys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Rm5mWGQopHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BaqCklEbxuw/s1600-h/DSCF0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075106359916668018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Rm5mWGQopHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BaqCklEbxuw/s320/DSCF0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Liezl, Lena and Kim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-7550513086020025225?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7550513086020025225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=7550513086020025225' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/7550513086020025225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/7550513086020025225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/06/iv-gold-rewind.html' title='IV-Gold: Rewind'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Rm5kiWQopCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9fR49Hr7fdY/s72-c/DSCF0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-3692452290369018446</id><published>2007-06-06T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T09:30:39.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malas'/><title type='text'>Araw Ko Ngayon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Feeling ko nung nagsabog si Lord ng kamalasan ako lang gising. Eh hindi na ako nilubayan simula pa kaninang madaling araw. Eh bakit kamo... Ito basahin mo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 1:09am nagising ako sa iyak ng baby ko. Anything na mahawakan nya hinahagis nya. Feeling ko nanaginip kasi habang hinahagis nya yung mga stuff toys and pillows sa tabi nya nakapikit siya at naiyak. Nakakainis kasi hindi ako makatulog tapos gigising pa ako ng 6:00am para pumasok. Kaya malamang antok na naman ako nito sa office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. On my way sa terminal ng jeep biglang sumuka yung bata sa tabi ko. Buti naiwasan ko siya pero pagtingin ko sa laylayan ng slacks ko yuckiness!!! May konting talsik ng suka ng bata. Feeling ko umakyat yung dugo sa ulo ko. Gusto kong sigawan yung ale pero naisip ko what if sa akin mangyari yun biglang sumuka din si Cyrill sa biyahe. O diba kaya nasabi ko na lang dun sa ale.. "Ale, next time wag mo papainumin ng cold drinks yang anak mo sa umaga.. eh hindi pa yata nagbe-breakfast yung anak mo pinainom mo na agad nyan! tsk! tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nasa terminal na ako. While waiting mapuno yung sasakyan kinuha ko yung fone ko to check kung may message at meron nga. Opening.... "Momsy Glenn Magandang Umaga!" Sa inis ko denelete ko agad yung message nya. Nakakainis sinabi ko ng wag akong tawaging mommy or momsy dahil hindi kita anak! Si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cyrilllewisceasar.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cyrill &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lang ang pwede tumawag sa akin ng mommy OK! Anak ng pitong kuba ang kulit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pagdating ko sa office, swipe ng ID. Nyeee! 8:22am na. Nagmamadali akong maglakad papunta sa building namin take note nasa 4th floor kami and wala man lang elevator so mega akyat ang lola mo sa hagdan. Tahimik masyado kasi wala ng tao sa 3rd floor medyo nakakatakot tingnan kasi para siyang inabanduna. Derecho lang ako sa paglalakad kasi nga ayoko makita tapos biglang may lumabas sa cr ng lalake sa tabi ng room. Waaah! Nagulat ako yung supervisor pala namin. Kinabog tuloy ang dibdib ko akala ko may monster na. Yun pagdating ko sa 4th floor bigla ng nagdong-dong 8:30am na wala ng time para magbreakfast. May baon pa naman akong choco bang-bang na pagtingin ko sa bag ko pichat na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya ito dinaan ko na lang sa paggawa ng entry na ito. Wala ako sa mood magwork. As in nagugutom na ako. Hindi naman pwede kumain sa place ko. Saka baka makita ako ni Damulag yung boss kong japanese eh sitahin ako. Kaya itoh.. "coffee na lang dear" ang drama ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana after ko i-post ang entry na ito, wala ng kamalasan akong ma-encounter. Kung meron man baka "araw ko nga ngayon!"&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/7145338580019850842-3692452290369018446?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3692452290369018446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=3692452290369018446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/3692452290369018446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/3692452290369018446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/06/araw-ko-ngayon.html' title='Araw Ko Ngayon!'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-3947866297726330008</id><published>2007-06-01T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T17:06:28.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piolo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Regine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jologs'/><title type='text'>I never got there..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Rl-D-bXrveI/AAAAAAAAAG0/HCSFA5owAjU/s1600-h/reginepiolo1.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070916813964688866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Rl-D-bXrveI/AAAAAAAAAG0/HCSFA5owAjU/s320/reginepiolo1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday we watch the movie of Regine and Piolo’s Paano Kita Iibigin at SM Bacoor. (yehey! libre itoh ni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sassy06.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;!) We got there at 6:35PM pero the movie will start at 6:55PM so we go to Jollibee to buy some foods. (o, diba jologs na jologs talaga!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here’s the story…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fired from her job and evicted from her apartment, Martee (Regine Velasquez) brings herself and her asthmatic son to Zambales for a vacation. In a dilapidated resort owned by Lance (Piolo Pascual), Martee finds work as a manager, where she has to come up with plans on how to increase the resort's clientele. At first, Martee finds it hard to adjust to the provincial lifestyle, but she eventually gets the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever they work together, Lance and Martee always clash. As they spend more time with each other, they discover other facets of each other's personalities. Lance starts to fall for her. Slowly, Martee is changing his outlook in life. Meanwhile, Martee is also falling for him. Her heart and her happiness have never opened up like this to anyone after her son's father left them. Finally, she has learned to laugh and enjoy life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Martee seems to be ready to step out of her comfort zone, Lance is not yet ready to give up his "living on the edge" lifestyle. When Martee learns of Lance's involvement in a collision that killed his girlfriend and friends, she begins to understand where he's coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one romantic moment, Martee and Lance make love. This time, Lance decides to take a big step. He tries to tone down his lifestyle to assuage her fears and even seeks his family's help to restore the resort to its former glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Lance has untimely meeting with his dead girlfriend's family. Lance reverts to his old lifestyle. At this point, Martee thinks she can handle this because she truly loves him. When Lance's volatility starts to hurt her son, Martee realizes that this is too much for her. She loves Lance, but can she live with such a volatile person? Will she put her son's security on the line? This time, she must choose between love and family. And she must decide if she should follow her heart even when it has been already been broken before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Rl-ET7XrvfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BJww4oA6llY/s1600-h/Paano20Special2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070917183331876338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Rl-ET7XrvfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BJww4oA6llY/s320/Paano20Special2004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unforgettable lines from this movie:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Eugene&lt;/span&gt;: Welcome to Heaven Resort where you can rest in peace. Welcome to Heaven Resort such alovely place... such a lovely place.. Plenty of rooms in the hotel anytime of the year. Welcome to Heaven Resort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Regine&lt;/span&gt;: Ibig sabihin ba mahal mo din ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Piolo&lt;/span&gt;: I'm getting there…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Regine&lt;/span&gt;: Mahal mo ba ako? Mahal mo ba ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Piolo&lt;/span&gt;: I never got there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Regine&lt;/span&gt;: I wish I had another heart that would love you too much... kaya lang, isa lang ang puso ko na kahit paulit-ulit mo saktan mamahalin ka pa rin nya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Eugene&lt;/span&gt;: “God is good! All the time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Piolo&lt;/span&gt;: Kaya ka iniwan eh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Regine&lt;/span&gt;: Kung iniwan nya ako sya ang may problema. Kung pinanindigan nya ako mamahalin ko sya ng buong-buo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we watch this movie because of its quality and not because of a gimik that was created to spark curiosity. And sabi nga pag hindi ka jologs hindi ka makaka-relate hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Full Trailer of Paano Kita Iibigin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WKK3CIf8uPg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-3947866297726330008?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3947866297726330008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=3947866297726330008' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/3947866297726330008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/3947866297726330008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-love-you-piolo.html' title='I never got there..'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Rl-D-bXrveI/AAAAAAAAAG0/HCSFA5owAjU/s72-c/reginepiolo1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-4429753052798428778</id><published>2007-05-31T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:33:51.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visual DNA'/><title type='text'>My VisualDNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This got my attention and tried out myself. And here’s my Visual DNA and get to know more about my moods, my fun, my love and my habits. I could say that the results are true... (for me, ewan ko lang po sa inyo!..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;embed name="widget" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf" width="340" height="240" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" enablejavascript="false" quality="best" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="bgcolor=#000000&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5A36BB17.jpeg&amp;amp;c1=&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-52E88052.jpeg&amp;amp;c2=&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_2C861757.jpeg&amp;amp;c3=&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1CC3FA29.jpeg&amp;amp;c4=&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-640F526E.jpeg&amp;amp;c5=&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-66240DD4.jpeg&amp;amp;c6=&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5BFB07FF.jpeg&amp;amp;c7=&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-E26BA3F.jpeg&amp;amp;c8=&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_631B702E.jpeg&amp;amp;c9=&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-45A19707.jpeg&amp;amp;c10=&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_368EAF3E.jpeg&amp;amp;c11=&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5562BF4.jpeg&amp;amp;c12=&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_658383D5.jpeg&amp;amp;c13=&amp;moodlabel=EASY RIDER &amp;amp;lovelabel=HOME SOUL&amp;funlabel=ESCAPE ARTIST&amp;amp;habitslabel=NEW WAVE PURITAN&amp;uid=394623-b3c5&amp;amp;srv=iwebhd5"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: rgb(150,150,150) 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 11px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; WIDTH: 340px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; HEIGHT: 25px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=394623-b3c5&amp;srv=iwebhd5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;™&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://imagini.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Get your own VisualDNA™&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Personality: Moods - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EASY RIDER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Rl5VVbXrvYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0dPUFzQfZko/s1600-h/mood1.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070584057078463874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Rl5VVbXrvYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0dPUFzQfZko/s320/mood1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You're a bit of romantic and like to get back to basics. A real dreamer, you like the chance of new beginnings - starting over. When it comes to art, you appreciate precision and hard work - real craftsmanship. You appreciate the history of a piece, the stories that it holds - you are a touch sentimental! As for music, for you it's all about memories, joining in, singing along to all your favourite cheesy songs. You are fun, easy going, and your tongue is firmly in your cheek. Your choice of treat reveals your values. Family is top priority and there is never enough time to spend with them.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Personality: Fun - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ESCAPE ARTIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Rl5WD7XrvZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/e0_SjeOrAVM/s1600-h/fun1.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070584855942380946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Rl5WD7XrvZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/e0_SjeOrAVM/s320/fun1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your love to be far away from your everyday life. You love the sun, and like to live life at a slower pace than most - you know hot to take things nice and easy! For kicks you like to indulge in your great passions. You are probably happy spending time alone, and your drive and curiosity will take you all over the world. When it comes to holidays, you'll go anywhere as there's sea and sand and then you'll just stay put. You can't always be bothered with any activities or trailing round tourist sites. Holidays are about recharging the batteries. What grosses you out? You like things to be clean, neat and smelling sweet - that's not too much to ask... is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Personality: Habits - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;NEW WAVE PURITAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Rl5XerXrvaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/GGlKNZIpQIs/s1600-h/habits1.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070586415015509410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Rl5XerXrvaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/GGlKNZIpQIs/s320/habits1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even if you have a healthy approach to life, you still have your little vices that keep you going. It is all part of the routine, you're a creature of habit. Mmmm - caffeine - you love the stability and comfort of routine. Sometimes you need an extra kick to get going. Where would you be without it? As for the home, you have very cool and contemporary taste and see yourself as a bit of trendsetter. You like your surroundings to be simple and as stylish as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Personality: Love - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOME SOUL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Rl5YprXrvbI/AAAAAAAAAGc/hArF96onG0Y/s1600-h/love1.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070587703505698226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Rl5YprXrvbI/AAAAAAAAAGc/hArF96onG0Y/s320/love1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You're a real home soul. You care deeply about family life and all that comes with it, the love of a child very special. When you think of freedom, you think of love. The comfort of being loved makes you feel free with your thoughts and words - you're a love bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-4429753052798428778?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4429753052798428778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=4429753052798428778' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/4429753052798428778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/4429753052798428778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-visualdna.html' title='My VisualDNA'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Rl5VVbXrvYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0dPUFzQfZko/s72-c/mood1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-2040019419922482284</id><published>2007-05-25T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T15:22:51.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexa train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>Alexa Train???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Huh! Alexa Train?? &lt;a href="http://fingertalks.com"&gt;FingerTalks&lt;/a&gt; tagged me to her latest post and she told me to ride the Alexa Train...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmmm... Who's there ba? Libre ba toh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here's the instructions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~Start Copying Here~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alexa Redirect Train by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carlocab.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Carl Ocab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Put anything you like above this list – Chit Chat, talkies, introduce what this is. Something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Start copying on the “~Start Copying Here~” and copy all the things listed without removing the links. (Of course, the train would be no use without those links.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Move all the sites labeled “Newcomers” to the list labeled “Oldies.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Add 5 sites that you want to include in the train and make their link like this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?www.example.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?www.example.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; then invite them to join the train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Visit all the listed sites! (That’s not much work! Remember, if you plant good seeds they will also grow good) and look at your high Alexa ranking next week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Newcomers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://cyrilllewisceasar.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cyrill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://wackylodeon.i.ph/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wacky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://bananakeik.net.tc/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://prestidigitation.blogdrive.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Natre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://iloiloonfoot.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Iloilo on Foot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oldies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://ennaohj.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Glenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://kev12.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://jakethemiserable.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://emmyrose.braveblog.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://louis.i.ph" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Louis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://ideasnpink.i.ph" target="_blank"&gt;Carey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://www.everything-eli.com/inmylife/" target="_blank"&gt;Eli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://skamid.wordpress.com" target="_blank"&gt;Dimaks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://fingertalks.com" target="_blank"&gt;Fingertalks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://female-gamer.com" target="_blank"&gt;Female Gamer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://garryconn.com" target="_blank"&gt;Garry Conn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://pinoyseminars.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Pinoy Seminars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://sashashing.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Bookmarks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://maiajoseromance.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Cafe Romanza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://www.blogaboutmoneyonline.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Blog About Money Online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://manila-mom.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Manila Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://blog.scottpot.com" target="_blank"&gt;ScottPot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://myquesttoearn.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;How to earn money online?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://quasifictionalviews.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Quasi Fictional&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?www.wmhaven.com" target="_blank"&gt;Make&lt;br /&gt;Money Blogging!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?www.grandstart.com" target="_blank"&gt;Make&lt;br /&gt;Money Online 2.0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?www.natewhitehill.com" target="_blank"&gt;Nate Whitehill&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?www.jozzua.com" target="_blank"&gt;Jozzua&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?www.growyourwritingbusiness.com" target="_blank"&gt;Grow your Writing Business&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?www.cultureshiok.com" target="_blank"&gt;CultureShiok&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?www.mrgarylee.com" target="_blank"&gt;Gary&lt;br /&gt;Lee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?www.smartwealthyrich.com" target="_blank"&gt;Smart Wealthy Rich&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?www.techzi.net" target="_blank"&gt;TechZi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?www.carlocab.com/"&gt;Make Money Online&lt;br /&gt;with a 13-year 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/&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://karen.manilenya.com" target="_blank"&gt;Karen/Malaya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?http://devilishqueen.i.ph" target="_blank"&gt;Devilicious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;~End Copying Here~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What are you waiting for??? Sakay Na!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-2040019419922482284?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2040019419922482284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=2040019419922482284' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/2040019419922482284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/2040019419922482284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/05/alexa-train.html' title='Alexa Train???'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-7719994449477469712</id><published>2007-05-25T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:43:00.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SaisChikas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bigtime'/><title type='text'>Reminiscing…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RlZA6vFEbtI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vx66HVBtces/s1600-h/123.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068309808466390738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RlZA6vFEbtI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vx66HVBtces/s320/123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAIS CHIKAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We’re composed of six girls who likes to rock. We may have different styles and attitude, but we blend in perfectly.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My college days will not be the same without my bigtime friends. It’s been years since we haven’t seen each other or haven’t been around together as a whole group. I miss the good old days, when we just hang around and think of nothing and wishing that our next teacher is absent or sometimes we may talk about them behind their backs. Sleepless nights and late nights cramming to review for multiple exams the following day. Not attending our classes especially when the teacher or subject is boring. How we rejoice when we hear 3 consecutive bells. (syempre walang pasok!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss the laughs, the cries, the pressure of projects getting into our heads, the fights, the arcade, the malling, the corned beef with calamansi, the phone-ambush, the gulp! (inuman nah!), the highlights ( Bastos!), the house party, the dancing (WE ARE THE DANCING QUEENS!)&lt;br /&gt;College days were the combination of fun, confusion, hardship at time, the expectation of what lies ahead, anticipation, disappointment and falling innocently in love. I still carry such memories wherever I go. It’s something that I will cherish forever. Those were the days that only goes around once in our lifetime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And now all of us have own lives now, some of us are married, some of us still single and some of chose to be alone and forget anyone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-df.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="426" height="320" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="site=widget-df.slide.com&amp;channel=72057594048308191&amp;amp;cy=be&amp;il=1" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 426px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=16&amp;amp;sk=11&amp;cy=be&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;th=34&amp;id=72057594048308191&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img height="23" src="http://widget-df.slide.com/p1/72057594048308191/be_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=16&amp;amp;sk=11&amp;cy=be&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;th=34&amp;id=72057594048308191&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img height="23" src="http://widget-df.slide.com/p2/72057594048308191/be_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-7719994449477469712?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7719994449477469712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=7719994449477469712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/7719994449477469712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/7719994449477469712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/05/sais-chikas-were-composed-of-six-girls.html' title='Reminiscing…'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RlZA6vFEbtI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vx66HVBtces/s72-c/123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-5461483932219193952</id><published>2007-05-24T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:46:02.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The First Time I Loved Forever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why can’t we be lovers? Could it be that our relationship was a bad case of “right-love-wrong-time” or it was the MU (Mutual Understanding) kind? How can I let go of somebody I have loved for so long? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It happened 11 years ago when I met this guy. Minding his own world and I was having mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One night I decided to give him a ring. A ring that changes everything about me. I used a different name and everything. We became close. I befriended him and share each other’s ups and downs of life and everything that we have including love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Day by day the calls came fewer. I don’t know how to interpret that. We never talked again liked we used to. He would oftentimes refuse to return to my calls and would send me off whenever I approach him. I was puzzled by his actions. My mind is full of what if’s and why’s and probably’s. What if I call him up? Would that be alright? On the other hand he probably does not want to continue the friendship anymore or he found the girl he wants to commit himself to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One day he confronted me. He told me that he already knew me. At that time I felt cold. I felt guilty after the incident. I cheated him, I know. I made a fool out of him. Our friendship slowly drifted away… the friendship we once tried to build. I can’t look at him face-to-face, eye-to-eye whenever he’s around. We never talked since then. It’s so sad and I can’t help blaming myself with what happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A few weeks ago after that incident, I realized and admitted to myself that I’m in love with him. The guy whom I loved since the first time we met but never found the courage to spill it out. But until now, it’s so hard for me to let him know what my true feeling is. And how important he is to me. I don’t want to lose him. He’s the man whom I promised to share my life with forever… whom I was proud to love forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now all I’ve got with me is some good all time memories shared with the one I’ve loved. Memories that will make me reminisce the foolishness I once did to the special man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know someday, somehow he will learn to forgive me for what I have done… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somewhere I have never traveled. Gladly beyond any experience.&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes have their silence. In your most frail gesture are things, which&lt;br /&gt;enclosed me. Or which I can not touch, because they are too near….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if&lt;br /&gt;your wish be to close me, I and my life will shut every beautifully suddenly. As&lt;br /&gt;when the heart of this flower imagines the snow. Carefully everywhere&lt;br /&gt;descending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens.&lt;br /&gt;Only something in me understands. The voice of your eyes is deeper than all&lt;br /&gt;roses. Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-5461483932219193952?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5461483932219193952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=5461483932219193952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/5461483932219193952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/5461483932219193952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-time-i-loved-forever.html' title='The First Time I Loved Forever...'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-7678003738290801679</id><published>2007-05-14T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:02:39.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mymp'/><title type='text'>Make Your Momma Proud!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last Sunday, we watch a mini- concert by MYMP at SM Molino. I like MYMP (especially Juris) a lot. I like the way they render a song, both original and revival. And Juris' voice is just angelic. I feel calm inside whenever I hear her sing. And I find her really beautiful too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At first the songs were OK.. then a realization…Anluffeeettt! Haha! Anlamig ng boses ni Juris.. kakainlove… especially her rendition of her hit “I’ll Never Get Over You.” Wala na… inlove na naman ako.. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then after the mini-concert, I took pictures of her and one of them, she posed with my sister. I was about to pose with her when people starting swarming her so I changed my mind and walked away instead. She is really very accommodating for a famous celebrity and I'm glad I went to watch them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RkliYH8tJwI/AAAAAAAAAFM/StH3khWyDa0/s1600-h/DSCF0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064687422544881410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RkliYH8tJwI/AAAAAAAAAFM/StH3khWyDa0/s320/DSCF0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Juris and Chin signing my CD &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RkliYX8tJxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/q11iAuUOrv0/s1600-h/DSCF0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064687426839848722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RkliYX8tJxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/q11iAuUOrv0/s320/DSCF0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Juris and Chin with my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then after that, we went to KFC to have some drinkin’ and talkin’ and laughin’ hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Overall.. it was a great day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-7678003738290801679?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/7678003738290801679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=7678003738290801679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/7678003738290801679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/7678003738290801679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/05/make-your-momma-proud.html' title='Make Your Momma Proud!'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RkliYH8tJwI/AAAAAAAAAFM/StH3khWyDa0/s72-c/DSCF0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-3206604241446122574</id><published>2007-05-11T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:09:24.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jologs'/><title type='text'>Jologs Ka Ba???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mga nakakahiyang katotohanan sa buhay ko. Pero siguro this is the time para maisiwalat naman yung iba heheheh! Here’s my kabaduyan ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Favorite naming panoorin noon ang Batibot, Eh kasi Bata!, Pen-Pen de Sarapen, Shaider at Takeshi’s Castle. Favorite ko namang kantahin ang Eternal Flame, All This Time and Lost in Your Eyes. Dito na-discover na may talent pala ako sa pag kanta. (ehem!) Lagi akong kasali sa mga dance and song presentation sa school noong elementary ako. Sinayaw namin ang Like a Prayer, Let’s Twist Again and Stars. Naalala ko grade 3 ako noon nung kinanta ko ang Bayan Ko. Member din ako ng Drum and Lyre Band. Yuckiness! ang costume namin parang table cloth… yung parang mga damit ni Kuya Germs sa GMA Supershow. Yuck! Noong first year high school naman, kinanta ko ang “Ako ay Pilipino” sa Linggo ng Wika! This is it. Shining moment ko yon ever! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RkQR3n8tJtI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pC75Hjf4L68/s1600-h/debbiegibson.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063191528385357522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RkQR3n8tJtI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pC75Hjf4L68/s320/debbiegibson.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Debbie Gibson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RkQR3n8tJuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iQD5yl5xBn8/s1600-h/lost.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063191528385357538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RkQR3n8tJuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iQD5yl5xBn8/s320/lost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Favorite ko rin panoorin noon ang That’s Entertainment, Perfect Match, Love Notes, Star Drama Presents, Palibhasa Lalake at Tropang Trumpo (chicken!) O di ba jologs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Iyakin ako sa mga pelikula. May pagka-drama queen din ako. heheheh! Mas lalong malala kapag nalaman nyo kung ano yung movie na iniyakan ko hehehe!. Yung Love Notes the Movie yung episode ni Vina Morales and Gary Estrada and Magnifico ni Jiro Manio. Yung ibang movie nalimutan ko… sabi nga sa song “oh oh oh saaad movies always make me cry…”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063189118908704434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RkQPrX8tJrI/AAAAAAAAAEk/9f3jK37ub_o/s320/lovenotes.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Love Notes the Movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RkQPrn8tJsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/AJ_xX15YueY/s1600-h/magnifico.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RkQSx38tJvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/H0FjFB-Y39U/s1600-h/magnifico.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063192529112737522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RkQSx38tJvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/H0FjFB-Y39U/s320/magnifico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Magnifico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hay naku marami pa yan kaya lang nakakahiya talaga i-share. Nakakatuwa lang balikan yung mga nakaraan. Sobrang jologs di ba? Bakit wala namang masama sa pagiging jologs? Aminin mo na jologs ka din!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-3206604241446122574?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3206604241446122574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=3206604241446122574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/3206604241446122574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/3206604241446122574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/05/jologs-ka-ba.html' title='Jologs Ka Ba???'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RkQR3n8tJtI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pC75Hjf4L68/s72-c/debbiegibson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-8519556420479562434</id><published>2007-05-07T16:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T16:26:53.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Company Outing'/><title type='text'>HRD Goes to 8 Waves Waterpark</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last May 5, 2007, the most awaited company outing was held in 8 Waves Waterpark and Hotel in Ulingao, San Rafael, Bulacan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062047203068814962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RkABHH8tJnI/AAAAAAAAAEE/bTWXpo8a4zU/s320/8+waves+entrance.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8 Waves Waterpark Entrance &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We left the Company at 5:00am. Traffic was smooth and free. We got there at 7:30am and have a group picture taking. It was quite windy in this place. There's plenty of trees and shade. It's so easy to fall asleep! The huts are very nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RkAAQ38tJiI/AAAAAAAAADc/fXhi5vYWd9o/s1600-h/on+our+way+to+8+Waves+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062046271060911650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RkAAQ38tJiI/AAAAAAAAADc/fXhi5vYWd9o/s320/on+our+way+to+8+Waves+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On our way to Bulacan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RkADiH8tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/LuEWGwRkGl8/s1600-h/MIS+@+8+Waves.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069871879482011378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RlvNnPFEbvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9YS5LgJxiAI/s320/DSC02302.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MIS @ 8 Waves Waterpark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062046275355878978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RkAARH8tJkI/AAAAAAAAADs/9mnoVPggVqk/s320/%40+cottage.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bird's Cage Cottage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RlvY3_FEbwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/3kvEscVCPkI/s1600-h/DSC02328.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069884261872725762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RlvY3_FEbwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/3kvEscVCPkI/s320/DSC02328.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MIS @ Bubble Pool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062046279650846306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RkAARX8tJmI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rrgtFbULcGs/s320/safari+pool+background+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MIS @ Safari Pool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062049638315271810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RkADU38tJoI/AAAAAAAAAEM/B3psNJ0e5_M/s320/entrance+with+Wavee.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esme, Mhel, Me, Shine and Maybelle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062049651200173714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RkADVn8tJpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/po7-YQw8pMo/s320/me+and+mhel.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me, Mhel with Wavee&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Overall, we had a fun day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069870818625089250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RlvMpfFEbuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-tav__cWOsk/s320/MIS.jpg" width="468" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RlvMpfFEbuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-tav__cWOsk/s1600-h/MIS.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-8519556420479562434?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/8519556420479562434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=8519556420479562434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/8519556420479562434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/8519556420479562434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/05/hrd-goes-to-8-waves-waterpark.html' title='HRD Goes to 8 Waves Waterpark'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RkABHH8tJnI/AAAAAAAAAEE/bTWXpo8a4zU/s72-c/8+waves+entrance.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-2386375618850950219</id><published>2007-04-29T12:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:13:53.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>I miss the good, old days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday I had the chance to visit the Genesis Choir. I joined the rehearsal for the mass. I’ve been in Genesis since 2001 to 2004. One of the reasons why I love this choir is their song. The songs have fairly evolved from the traditional and usual style and had outgrown the boring style of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RjgtF38tJdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PHEdBkfsFp4/s1600-h/DSCF0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059843760291915218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RjgtF38tJdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PHEdBkfsFp4/s320/DSCF0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RjgtGH8tJeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/rv-surp0EKs/s1600-h/DSCF0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059843764586882530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RjgtGH8tJeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/rv-surp0EKs/s320/DSCF0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RjgtGH8tJfI/AAAAAAAAADE/6GtHlDMOeRw/s1600-h/DSCF0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059843764586882546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RjgtGH8tJfI/AAAAAAAAADE/6GtHlDMOeRw/s320/DSCF0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RjgtGX8tJgI/AAAAAAAAADM/HHBz2Cwcvo0/s1600-h/DSCF0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RjgtGn8tJhI/AAAAAAAAADU/jTeIJDChjHI/s1600-h/DSCF0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059843773176817170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RjgtGn8tJhI/AAAAAAAAADU/jTeIJDChjHI/s320/DSCF0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANNOUNCEMENT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Giving praise to God through music is an important part of our tradition and our choir plays a vital role in bringing our services of worship alive. If you have musical skills and would like to become a member of our choir then we welcome all those who can keep a tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Genesis Choir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-2386375618850950219?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2386375618850950219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=2386375618850950219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/2386375618850950219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/2386375618850950219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-miss-good-old-days_29.html' title='I miss the good, old days...'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RjgtF38tJdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PHEdBkfsFp4/s72-c/DSCF0041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-2894739474936722413</id><published>2007-04-28T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:14:29.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><title type='text'>Basta, I'm Beautiful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maganda ba ako? This has been the questions that has plagued me for 26 years.... Hehehe! Ang tagal na noh? Bata pa lang ako lagi na nila sinasabi na negra daw ako, ang panget ko daw... Blah! Blah! Blah! Hindi nila alam black is beautiful. Heheheh! One time may tumawag pa sa akin para sabihing... I'm ugly! My god! Can you imagine the damage?.. Heheheh! All this brought on my self-esteem. I felt attacked on all sides. Yaaahh! Blag! Boink! Minsan, natanong ko nga yung sarili ko.. Tao ba ako nay?" heheheh!&lt;br /&gt;But now...anyone can call me anything... negra, baluga, panget... Wala akong pakialam!!! Naiinggit lang kasi sila sa akin or wala lang sila magawa sa buhay nila. Hehehe! I believe that I'm beautiful! I no longer ask the question "Maganda ba ako?" because I know now that the answer is Yes! Yes! and Yes! I am beautiful maybe not physically pero my inner beauty shines through. No doubt about it! Just belief in the self, self-love and acceptance- these are the words to work on...&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/7145338580019850842-2894739474936722413?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/2894739474936722413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=2894739474936722413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/2894739474936722413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/2894739474936722413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/04/basta-im-beautiful.html' title='Basta, I&apos;m Beautiful!'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-3163492039031624496</id><published>2007-04-25T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:14:57.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gusto Kitang Ipaglaban...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gusto kita ipaglaban...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi kita kayang tiisin. Hindi ok ang feeling kapag hindi kita nakakausap o nakikita man lang. Gusto ko lagi kitang nakikita, naririnig na tumatawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gusto Kitang ipaglaban...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagre-rewind sa utak ko yung mga thoughts na gustuhin man kitang mahalin eh hindi pwede kasi maraming hadlang. Maraming dahilan na hindi ko alam kung dapat paniwalaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gusto kitang ipaglaban...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit magmukha akong tanga. Kahit pagtawanan nila akong lahat sa maling akala na firm ako magdesisyon. Pilitin ko mang i-divert ang atensyon ko sa ibang bagay pero ikaw pa rin ang nasa utak ko, nasa puso ko. Para kang linta na hindi maalis sa isip ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gusto kitang ipaglaban...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam kong sa bandang huli ako rin ang masasaktan. Ngayon pa lang hndi na ako mapakali mawala ka lang saglit sa tabi ko. Ano pa kaya kapag wala ka na talaga? Kapag milyon-milyong tubig na ang pagitan natin. Kapag tuluyan na tayong maghiwalay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gusto kitang ipaglaban...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero bakit hindi mo ako kayang ipaglaban...&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/7145338580019850842-3163492039031624496?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/3163492039031624496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=3163492039031624496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/3163492039031624496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/3163492039031624496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/04/gusto-kitang-ipaglaban.html' title='Gusto Kitang Ipaglaban...'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-359219714054343121</id><published>2007-04-23T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:15:49.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>35th Wedding Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today marks my parents 35th Wedding Anniversary. My sister and her family went to our house. Mom was surprised when she saw her apo's!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great dinner and some anniversary cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RjFS638tJKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/w4Lkw7Ru1jc/s1600-h/DSCF0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057915027918234786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RjFS638tJKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/w4Lkw7Ru1jc/s320/DSCF0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RjFS7H8tJLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dUZES9EeMEA/s1600-h/DSCF0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057915032213202098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RjFS7H8tJLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dUZES9EeMEA/s320/DSCF0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RjFS7H8tJMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hkr0OIIWatQ/s1600-h/DSCF0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057915032213202114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RjFS7H8tJMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hkr0OIIWatQ/s320/DSCF0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RjFS7X8tJNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8VoZRmoH1q4/s1600-h/DSCF0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057915036508169426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RjFS7X8tJNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8VoZRmoH1q4/s320/DSCF0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Congratulations tatay and nanay! 35 years is a long time and you make it look easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-359219714054343121?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/359219714054343121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=359219714054343121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/359219714054343121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/359219714054343121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/04/35th-wedding-anniversary.html' title='35th Wedding Anniversary!'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RjFS638tJKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/w4Lkw7Ru1jc/s72-c/DSCF0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-4355211270601985075</id><published>2007-04-16T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:16:11.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ferris wheel'/><title type='text'>Ferris Wheel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ang tagal ko na pa lang inilalayo ang sarili ko sa mundo. Ang dami na kasing nangyari sa buhay ko kaya nawawalan na ako ng tiwala dun sa tinatawag nilang pag-ibig. Ang daming beses ko na ring nabaliw dahil sa bwisit na pagmamahal na yan. Ang daming beses ko na rin umiyak, nadurog ang puso, tinapak-tapakan ang sariling pride dahil lamang sa pag-ibig. Ayoko na yatang magmahal muli dahil pagdating sa huli, alam kong ako na naman ang masasaktan, iiyak, magpapakatanga at madudurog ang puso.&lt;br /&gt;Katulad ng isang ferris wheel, sa simula lamang masaya. Magsisimula sa ibaba, mabagal at unti-unti kang dadalhin sa itaas. Mapapansin mo na lamang na tumigil na pala ang pag-ikot nito. Wala ng lakas upang muling umikot. Akala mo hindi ka na makakaalis pa sa iyong kinalalagyan. Pero patuloy lang ang pag-ikot ng ferris wheel ng pag-big. Umiikot muli at binibigyang direksiyon ang buhay. Dahil ano pa man ang mangyari mayroon ka pa ring halaga, kelangan mo lang makita.&lt;br /&gt;Ganun nga yata talaga ang pag-ibig. Hinahanap-hanap natin ang sakit para manatiling buhay. Mas ok na rin siguro yung alam mong minsan, eh may ginawa kang walang hinihintay na kapalit…at least kahit paano sumakay ka sa ferris wheel ng pag-ibig…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-4355211270601985075?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/4355211270601985075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=4355211270601985075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/4355211270601985075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/4355211270601985075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/04/ferris-wheel.html' title='Ferris Wheel'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-8290698117049153484</id><published>2007-04-13T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:28:21.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bratinella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farewell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sasa'/><title type='text'>Farewell to Sasa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who is Sasa? Uy, sino ka daw...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We’ll she’s my officemate… my kumare, my kachikahan, my very best friend. I’ve known her for almost 3 years now. She’s leaving to HRD (S) Pte., Ltd. because of her new job. A job, which she’s been aiming for all this while. Hmmm...Sasa...she is a mover… always wanting to see things moving, growing and becoming better. She has huge supply of confidence, positive thinking and self-improving energy. She likes to share what he has gone through. She's a good listener. If you have good ideas, I’m sure she’ll appreciate you sharing it with her. Her friendship is something that I’ll treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will miss you in many ways:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Cheeseburger Party!&lt;br /&gt;2. Watching jologs movies ( hehehe!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Chikahan ever sa CR (hmm… chismis itich!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Tinginan Power (tingin pa lang alam mo na yung ibig sabihin)&lt;br /&gt;5. Ang pagiging bratinella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057944036127352130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RjFtTX8tJUI/AAAAAAAAABc/T1mrV6m2t20/s320/DSC02170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sasa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will always remember all the things you taught me, you were always there to teach me new and better ways. You helped me to understand what I was doing and how I could do better. You always pushed me to be the best I could be in everything I did. I will consider you my very best friend. But most of all I will miss the talks we had. You were always there to listen, to help me understand more about life, love and why things are they are. I will keep that memory closest to my heart…Thanks for everything. I will miss you so much…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Glenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057944869351007570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RjFuD38tJVI/AAAAAAAAABk/BelvUepzn-s/s320/IMG_0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-8290698117049153484?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/8290698117049153484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=8290698117049153484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/8290698117049153484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/8290698117049153484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/04/farewell-to-sasa.html' title='Farewell to Sasa...'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/RjFtTX8tJUI/AAAAAAAAABc/T1mrV6m2t20/s72-c/DSC02170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-1050850874165159057</id><published>2007-04-11T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:29:42.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bahala na si Batman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Minsan napaisip ako. Bakit pa natin kailangan magkakilala kung mawawala ka lang din naman? Why say hello, if in a while you'll also say goodbye? Hindi ko maintindihan kung anong purpose bakit ka pa nilagay sa buhay ko. Buti sana kung pag-alis mo, eh babalik ako sa dati. Kung paano ako noong una eh ganun pa rin ako after. Sandali ka nga lang mawala eh parang antagal-tagal na. Ilang oras pa lang tayong hindi nagkikita, parang end of days na. Pero ano pa nga bang magagawa ko? Maghintay? Uhmmmm.. Hanggang kelan? Ewan.. Hindi ko pa rin maisip anong purpose bakit ka nilagay sa buhay ko… kung ano man yon… bahala na si batman! C”,)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-1050850874165159057?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/1050850874165159057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=1050850874165159057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/1050850874165159057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/1050850874165159057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/04/bahala-na-si-batman.html' title='Bahala na si Batman!'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-5907284335836528922</id><published>2007-04-09T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:25:28.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Cesar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Rl5p7LXrvcI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Kn56bShAbCs/s1600-h/DSCF0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070606695851081154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Rl5p7LXrvcI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Kn56bShAbCs/s320/DSCF0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cesar and cyrill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who would’ve thought this guy is capable of making me fall in love? Well, he succesfully did! And I’ve never been happier since the day I did… si Cesar? Oo naman he’s corny (ubod ng!), makulit, bastos and of course manyak (aminin na kze!). I think everybody knows him will say the same thing but that’s just part of who he really is. A man with a big heart, a man of great faith and a man with ambition. So many dreams, some of which are now coming true. His patience, hardwork and passion. My honey… so strong but weak, matapang pero duwag, matalino pero most of the time slow…mayabang na mabait… complicated? Not really. To really understand him, all you have to do is to listen to what he’s not saying kahit madalas ka niyang inaasar, he means well. It’s his way of making you feel na he likes you. A great friend…soooobra! He’s the type of person who shows his true feelings…pag masaya, malakas tumawa walang pake kahit pagtinginan na siya. Pag galit, galit talaga. He won’t listen to reason. He’s always right- naku lalo na pag galit sya.&lt;br /&gt;What I love most about this guy is his sweetness… thanks for bringing happiness in my life. I will never forget all of the good times we have had together and I will definitely never forget you and the way you have changed me. I have never felt this way about any other guy I've met; you have made me the happiest girl in the world! When I am with you, time just rushes by and I can't even begin to explain how you make me feel, but it's the best feeling in the world. I swear every time I hear your name my heart just skips a beat! I love you with all my heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-5907284335836528922?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/5907284335836528922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=5907284335836528922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/5907284335836528922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/5907284335836528922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/04/cesar.html' title='Cesar...'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WqQSrJ4YpRE/Rl5p7LXrvcI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Kn56bShAbCs/s72-c/DSCF0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145338580019850842.post-479725587228243920</id><published>2007-04-04T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:19:14.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>Ano daw???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I fell in love once and it was hard, I continued to pursue it but it hurt me a lot, I continued to fight but it wrecked. From my experience, try being a 90/10, heart-mind respectively. Why? So that not too much damage would occur or try saving yourself, don't fall in love too much, but this would make an inhumanoid, because human normally love. Abnormal lang ang hindi marunong magmahal.&lt;br /&gt;But still, if you love, choose someone who will also love you. Widen your preferences and enlighten your mind. Maybe you're looking around what is just near the bend.But still, I think that you just continue to love. But remember love does not make the world go round but it just makes the ride worthwhile. Sa tagalog, para may pagkaabalahan ka.&lt;br /&gt;Pero kahit na ganoon yan, kayanin mo. It's nice to love and be hurt, than to have never loved at all. c”,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145338580019850842-479725587228243920?l=greenapplewriter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/feeds/479725587228243920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145338580019850842&amp;postID=479725587228243920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/479725587228243920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145338580019850842/posts/default/479725587228243920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenapplewriter.blogspot.com/2007/04/ano-daw_04.html' title='Ano daw???'/><author><name>glenn gamat - daluz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12295451856293214779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.tinypic.com/33nkdbo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
