<?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-2030688945832740062</id><updated>2011-07-07T13:53:50.080-07:00</updated><category term='durian'/><category term='nmmc'/><category term='2009'/><category term='unleashed'/><category term='pride'/><category term='list'/><category term='beach'/><category term='board'/><category term='utilitariansm'/><category term='doctors'/><category term='grieving process'/><category term='jeepney'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='rad rafts'/><category term='cdo'/><category term='MOA'/><category term='smile'/><category term='job'/><category term='tuition'/><category term='dancing'/><category term='dumoy'/><category term='DOTA'/><category term='resort'/><category term='OR'/><category term='new year'/><category term='anger'/><category term='Always Be my Baby'/><category term='sorry'/><category term='carlo reyes'/><category term='cumc'/><category term='LQ'/><category term='flashflood'/><category term='outing'/><category term='rafting'/><category term='pagadian'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='operating room'/><category term='friends'/><category term='exam'/><category term='nursing'/><category term='me'/><category term='duty'/><category term='unwind'/><category term='business'/><category term='thursday'/><category term='research'/><category term='Watson&apos;s department store'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Igpit'/><category term='God'/><category term='june'/><category term='Youngsville Homes'/><category term='college'/><category term='kuya'/><category term='school'/><category term='NLE'/><category term='blog'/><category term='quarrel'/><category term='ncp'/><category term='davao'/><category term='time'/><category term='life'/><category term='frustrations'/><category term='licensure'/><category term='adventure'/><category term='ncm'/><category term='insomnia'/><category term='welcome'/><category term='Mcdonalds'/><category term='nurses'/><category term='lovers'/><category term='marvilla'/><category term='reconciliation'/><category term='love'/><category term='umbrella'/><category term='management'/><title type='text'>unleashed</title><subtitle type='html'>everything will be revealed. everything will set free.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-7256925339880296645</id><published>2011-03-21T09:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T09:34:44.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MARCH 21, 2011- *haizt DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Siguro I have to write again.. I have no way of expressing what I feel everyday… and I think the people around me are tired of listening to my thoughts every single day. And besides they have their own problems too to solve and to feelings to express… I can define this day with a BIG *sigh*… :I It has been a long day. I went to school early to have our practice for the graduation rites and then settle clearances and stuffs for graduation. Then *HE called me… (*not just once… well, I think I need to write another story about this) and we had our lunch together… with Bim. I accompanied Bim complying her unresolved cases. Sa school, a lot of our batch mates had this undefined face… PROBLEMA GYUD NI. And I was right. It was their TOR… naay problem.. basta.. naluoy ko sa ila kay it would be another sakit sa ulo for them and I know tanan tao karon gasave gyud kay mahal na ang tanan butang sa world and to think all they want is to get their diplomas.. we all want that.. ok lang unta if force of nature ni nga di machange pero di man gud.. IT COULD BE CHANGE if they just want to HELP us… I know they had been through this stage so they should know what everyone feels… If one could just see the world now in a big picture… grabe KA-PANGIT… murag craving for money and money and money… I envy the Japanese attitude despite sa mga videos na ilang gispread sa facebook about animal cruelty and such things, they still have this attitude na makahilak ka na makainspire… this morning while I was riding motorela on my way to school… the rela driver stopped on the two Turkish gentlemen along Trinidad building… He greeted them "&lt;span style='color:#111111; font-family:Verdana'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Günaydın&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; " and the two men were amazed and nahappy gyud.. then the driver explained that he had worked at Qatar and he had Turkish friends.. then they asked "how are they? I mean are they good or bad?" then the rela driver said, "hmmm… some are good. Some are bad. JUST LIKE FILIPINOS" and everyone just laughed of the thought… BECAUSE HE WAS RIGHT… Lord, ienlighten sila... to my batch mates: DON'T LOSE HOPE… to everyone: LET US HELP EACH OTHER… &lt;span style='font-family:Wingdings'&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-7256925339880296645?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/7256925339880296645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-21-2011-haizt-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/7256925339880296645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/7256925339880296645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-21-2011-haizt-day.html' title='MARCH 21, 2011- *haizt DAY'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-1374784011348424645</id><published>2010-06-24T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T03:34:20.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>first day high</title><content type='html'>it's officially my first day of class today.. since, we hadn't have our duty last Tuesday.- Well for today, it feels like the first day of college. I was annoyed by moving from one chair to another and my seatmates are all new. Time to gain new friends... It was a challenge for me to befriend with them since I'm not that super-friendly type of person. The instructors are all good. Looks like a sure win fight for this semester so all I have to think about is the review.. But then, I still have to work hard.. Again, the same dilemma during first days of classes -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;books&lt;/span&gt;. Hopefully, old classmates will lend their already-used books to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another start of the semester and hopefully the end of college life so this sem's goal: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENJOY THE REMAINING DAYS OF COLLEGE AND BE THE CREAM OF THE CROP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-1374784011348424645?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/1374784011348424645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-officially-my-first-day-of-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/1374784011348424645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/1374784011348424645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-officially-my-first-day-of-class.html' title='first day high'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-302396630784864173</id><published>2010-01-06T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T01:35:46.308-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>when things clash up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when you feel bad and upset to the people around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when you feel like this is not a good day for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when you had misunderstanding with the people so close to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when you waited for a person for about an hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when everyone stop texting you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when you lose a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when you feel alone in a crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when you feel like quitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when you like crying while waiting for a multicab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when you can't stop your lacrimal gland to secrete tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when everything clashed up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;just relax, take a deep breath, be patient enough to wait for the cab to arrive, eat green mangoes (it could mask the "almost-to-cry-face"), go home and when you're home, lock the door, cry as much as you want, blog everything, release the anger you've felt, watch something that can make you laugh, enjoy yourself and the next time you want to go out, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;JUST BRING YOURSELF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i had realized, you can't have people to be by your side every second. Sometimes, it's nice to have a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; "ME TIME"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. just you alone. despite of everything, you still have yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-302396630784864173?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/302396630784864173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-you-feel-bad-and-upset-to-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/302396630784864173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/302396630784864173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-you-feel-bad-and-upset-to-people.html' title='when things clash up'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-1325515699866676674</id><published>2009-12-31T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T04:15:59.336-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mcdonalds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pagadian'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;before 2009 ends, i would like to post this blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;location: pagadian city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;activities: i had fun hanging out with high school friends. everyday we meet up at Gaisano City Mall. always had house party and it was so much happiness seeing classmates from elementary and high school. nice to be back home. nice to stroll around the city like we just walk here due to fare hike here. but it was fun. yesterday, i'm with my classmates. the egelz. we met @ twins palace. went to plaza and stroll around. picture picture everywhere and pretending like we're tourists in the place. dinner at alacart. Jastine was the treasurer of the night. went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;peryahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; after and ride the horrifying octopus ride. it was Reynel's fault. hahaha.. He really grab me and push me to ride that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;"non-therapeutic and uninsured ride". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;tried the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;perya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; games and it was a lot of fun. went to McDo after. they had no coke float or even sundae. so dot some fries. went home at 10 with Melvin. glad!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!&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/2030688945832740062-1325515699866676674?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/1325515699866676674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/12/before-2009-ends-i-would-like-to-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/1325515699866676674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/1325515699866676674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/12/before-2009-ends-i-would-like-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-624505128440528801</id><published>2009-12-23T22:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:39:16.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For a change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Now, people are thinking what would their new year's resolution would be. Me? I had been thinking this for months now. Everyone who knows me would say, I'm so dependent with my friends. I can't live in a room alone. I can't go out without somebody else. I can't make my own decisions. I always ask my friends' point of view, which is not too bad but too much can lead to something different… DEPENDENT! So, from this day on, I want to be the person who can stand alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who can sit in a bench alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walk through the school pathways alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eat in the canteen alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go to the mall alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watch movies alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And decide for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Also, this day, I'm gonna make a wishlist for 2010. It's a list of the things I want to do, want to have and want to accomplish. Sounds selfish? Ayt… it's something I want for my life before another year would end. Here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Advance white water rafting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Long curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Bohol and explore the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attend the Singles Conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;…. That's it for now. I'm gonna update this every now and then.. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-624505128440528801?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/624505128440528801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/624505128440528801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/624505128440528801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-change.html' title='For a change'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-7602088377848619456</id><published>2009-12-22T01:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T01:20:52.024-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rafting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rad rafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cdo'/><title type='text'>the white water rafting adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs211.snc3/21837_1224563926706_1007231656_30623937_3131164_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 309px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs211.snc3/21837_1224563926706_1007231656_30623937_3131164_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Last Saturday, the long awaited event that was planned for decades has finally come. Despite of the left and right Christmas parties, the white-water rafting adventure was finally pursued. The night before, I was attending a house party at Grand Europa and went home around 7am. It was a bit cloudy and rained that morning which made the environment more exciting. We waited in front of Mister Donuts and ride the jeepney up to the starting point. We had a sidetrip at Macahambus cave and it was nice to know some historical places of Cagayan de Oro. As one of the tour guides quoted "this place was very important for the Kagay-anon's because they won!... in a battle." (hahaha… it was funny because we thought the Cagayan won an award because of the cave… hahaha) Anyway, when we arrived on the starting point of the rafting adventure, the guides had a demo on how to paddle, how to swim, what to do and what to expect. So, we're a little bit nervous but excited! The icy green-blue waters complement with the heat of the sun. Then, we're off to go. I'm with the Abao's while Marie and Kevin were with the Mariquez's. Ate Chang ignored to have Marie over our raft because she's… hmmm… noisy. Hahaha… On the first half, Kuya Kitty and Kuya Jason was in front of the raft, Me and Monet was in the middle then Ate Chang and a two tour guides were at the back (forgot their names *peace*). On the second half, Monet, Te Chang and I tried to be the captain of the raft. On the last part, Kevin and I switch rafts so I was with the Manriquez's then. Truly, Marie was very energetic and earsplitting. But it was fun to be with them. Even on the not-so-threatening rapids, she was shouting and screaming like we'll never survive that part. She even made a bad idea to let the guides count as she did. Hahaha… Cool!!! We went over 14 rapids not including the minor ones. We jump into the water for many times. We saw exotic and wild animals (including the wild horse, wild cow and wild goat). We saw the lava deposits of Mt. Kitanglad, the big stones and the lava area. It was tremendously fun! It was fun enjoying the nature, taking pleasure of God's wonderful creation (like we saw mountains forming like a sleeping woman), having the most wonderful time with your friends and family and experiencing extreme sports. With this great experience I learned a lot of things and realized something in life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I envy seeing the people in the area living so simple. Riding on their handmade bamboo raft carrying a bunch of bananas in exchange of sardines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had been a tourist of my own country. Like, I was really amazed on their place and they were like "uh… naamaze ka nai?" hahaha.. Ignorante!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lastly, life is like rafting. You have to be strong, be still, secure yourself and reach over the rope and the people around you when going over the rapids which are the difficult times of our lives. And like rafting, when going over the rapids we have to enjoy and laugh at it instead of letting the rapids overpower us in which we may stumble or fall. Let it be like an adventure and a nice experience. And after each rapid, don't forget to say, "HIGH FIVE!!!!" wohooooo….&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-7602088377848619456?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/7602088377848619456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-saturday-long-awaited-event-that.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/7602088377848619456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/7602088377848619456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-saturday-long-awaited-event-that.html' title='the white water rafting adventure'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-397318482482433660</id><published>2009-12-14T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T05:02:22.821-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unleashed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOA'/><title type='text'>new things for a new year</title><content type='html'>new year's coming up! and i had lined up a lot of things to do. that would include my blogs. i already had a new layout for UNLEASHED and so glad. it's nice as you can see in the header. by the way, i was the one who took that picture. it was in MOA last November 22. nice right? yah, i know.. hahaha.. hmmmm.. i was planning also to be a good photographer.. one of my wildest dreams.. hehehe... i'm gonna save for the camera they're talking about. errr. i don't really have idea about cameras. anyway, i'm loving my new blog before ending this year! have a happy new year everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-397318482482433660?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/397318482482433660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-things-for-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/397318482482433660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/397318482482433660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-things-for-new-year.html' title='new things for a new year'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-8823706798697750344</id><published>2009-12-14T04:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T05:03:04.533-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cdo'/><title type='text'>It’s Christmas time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Lights around the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     Gifts underneath the green coned-tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stars everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Streets go traffic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Busy people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unending noise of counters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Christmas carols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Christmas songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is what I observed around me. People are busy buying gifts (well, even Dave) and fitting clothes for Christmas parties. Kids cry out for their fave Christmas gifts. It's Christmas! And I hadn't notice it. For my 3 years here in Cagayan de Oro City, I really can't feel the Christmas spirit. Although the lights are everywhere and I can hear the songs wherever I go, I still don't feel the Yuletide season. It's a different thing when I was in my hometown. So different. Maybe because, there are no more Christmas parties in college. There will be no more exchanging gifts and there will be no more singing of Christmas carols. Sad &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; I miss being a kid. Dragging my dad to buy me a new pair of jeans, beg my mom to have my ultimate wish toy, busy practicing for presentations at school, getting excited to receive my gifts, money from ninongs and ninangs, caroling in the neighborhood with friends *sigh* When will that happen again?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-8823706798697750344?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/8823706798697750344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-christmas-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/8823706798697750344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/8823706798697750344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-christmas-time.html' title='It’s Christmas time?'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-6635880906457435817</id><published>2009-12-11T09:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:22:37.809-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='operating room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OR'/><title type='text'>OR exposure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;8 hours ago, I had my first major case and it was super exciting! This is our last week of duty in the OR but is my first time. I had been gone for several weeks and just in time I came back, a precious case awaits me. I was a bit nervous knowing that I had no idea at all what to do in the theater, "VIRGIN" as what the doctors call. I was observing the whole time and it amazes me that before, during and after, all of them works so fast like it was just an old routine for them (well, it is). The task is a bit scary but still you have to have presence of mind on the whole duration and never ever daydream. It's hard but it's fun. I had seen what it is like slicing the abdomen, using the cautery machine to slice of the fats, and obtaining 1 liter of blood. Scary as it seem but it was amazing. It was really like the frog we used to dissectbut just bigger than that.. okay, let's just say a pig in a slaughter house. Same as that. After the muscle part, a lot of fat tissues around will follow but not like the pig's fats.. imagine the frog's fats... Yellowish like color and looks like small eggs. Ewww... Can't imagine to have that fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-6635880906457435817?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/6635880906457435817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/12/8-hours-ago-i-had-my-first-major-case.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/6635880906457435817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/6635880906457435817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/12/8-hours-ago-i-had-my-first-major-case.html' title='OR exposure'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-1206653523160828147</id><published>2009-11-10T19:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T19:00:01.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misssing old days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;    I miss my old life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    I miss my  old  friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Missing my bear family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Miss my sembreak family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    I miss the laughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    I miss the moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    How i wish i can turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    How i wish my life would that be forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    But sad to say, we must face the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    We can't keep things forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    We have to grow and mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Hard but we have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Maybe, we'll say "life is unfair",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    But it's just taking us to a more beautiful story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More colorful than the one's we had.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-1206653523160828147?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/1206653523160828147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/11/misssing-old-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/1206653523160828147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/1206653523160828147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/11/misssing-old-days.html' title='Misssing old days'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-3315346451536263064</id><published>2009-09-14T11:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T11:42:21.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>My Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/Sq6OVCwnawI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-dSbkfEiXVk/s1600-h/Pixie114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/Sq6OVCwnawI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-dSbkfEiXVk/s400/Pixie114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381395096923499266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Another year to live! Thank you Lord! Another year full of blessings and laughters! Thank you Father! Before September 14 ends, i was overwhelmed with the text messages i received every minute, calls left and right, flooding wall post greetings, unending singing birthday songs, endless smiles and greetings and hugs from school people.. wooohooooo!!!!! I thank God for everything. I could not ask for anything more. My heart is overflowing with joy and gladness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Just this morning, while having my NCM class i was really amazed and laughing with my friends calling me on the backdoor singing a birthday song and clapping while our instructor was giving her lecture.. it was just so funny! And i really appreciate it. After my class, i received a call from friend Jinggoy singing again a birthday song and oppppsss... connection lost! (sorry friend. I really don't know what's wrong. Maybe it's really my phone). Then, pasiing through the corridors, i saw some friends and they were singing again a birthday song and everyone passing by was looking at us.. er. I hate that moment, it seems like those people wants me to treat them at the cafeteria (because i was going to the cafeteria). I went home and have my lunch then Lailyn greeted me with a song  again... hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Going back to school, i saw a classmate acroos the street and he was shouting "HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIE! " and that was awful, everyone's staring at me and i was "uh, huh! Thank you?!" with a unidentified smile and the guards were smiling at me and said " Happy birthday!" hahaha.. i went to the library to return a book and i saw again a friend and he was waving his hands and said " Marm's Happy Birthday! &lt;em&gt;Aha ta unya?" &lt;/em&gt; and everyone's eyes on me again. Ho my! And on my way to our room, i saw friends and greeted me a Happy Birthday. I feel so... hmmm.... glad but at the same time gauche. Yay! I appreciate that everyone greets me on my day but letting everyone on every corner of the world know that it's my birthday, i feel ill at ease! Unusual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Although, this day keeps me reminding of the things i have to do like Individual case study, group case study, research, ncm, apartment- i was just thankfful that it hadn't affect me so much this time and it hadn't made me worry to much about this things. It seems like God wants me to enjoy my very day. I keep living the day happily nd i really had! I went home @ 8:30 and some old friends were already here in the apartment ready to jump on the foods. Like, they really just waited for me to come before they start eating. Well, that was nice of them! Waiting for the birthday celebrant.. hahaha. We shared stories and talk on life issues and i was really glad. Then my 2nd family came and they were supposed to surprise me but because of Kevin's subconscious mind was overcoming his conscious state, plan was busted! Hahaha... thank you Kev for writing the title of the song ( there's no lyrics yet according to the songwriter), Mommy Bear for the book, Ayana for coming, Marie for telling me honestly about the box and the chocolate (hahaha), Monet for bringing the cake ( i awe you a lot), Frans for running back and forth to buy and prepare all the foods.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/Sq6NCIaJ7yI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4iAfdwA8lzU/s1600-h/Pixie123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 446px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/Sq6NCIaJ7yI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4iAfdwA8lzU/s400/Pixie123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381393672510762786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Lastly, i want to thank this special person whom again, well i never thought he would, made me go blunt for an hour. Thank you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/Sq6NnwrzfnI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tyAj9sgemoY/s1600-h/Pixie121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/Sq6NnwrzfnI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tyAj9sgemoY/s400/Pixie121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381394318977367666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-3315346451536263064?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/3315346451536263064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/3315346451536263064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/3315346451536263064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-day.html' title='My Day'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/Sq6OVCwnawI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-dSbkfEiXVk/s72-c/Pixie114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-4386966234508651452</id><published>2009-09-13T11:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T11:59:30.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Once again it's my birthday today! Happy birthday!!!!! (clap clap clap) just got home from Mcdonald's Divisoria with Frans and still got 3 pages to study and a notebook... But then again, it's my birthday! Hooray!!! Yesterday, it just came to my thought that everytime that I get emotional everytime September comes. Hahaha.. dramatic? Whatever. It's just  always think of the past memories and afraid to face a new challenge? Toinks.. NO. I DON'T WANT TO GET OLD! Goodness gracious. Everyone does but another thing pops to my cerebrum, I should be thankful and glad because I had passed all throughout the 18 years of trials and dillemas without breaking my head. That would sound terrific! I'm proud to say I'm 19 and I'm happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A God's message for me from facebook: &lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On this day of your life, Marmie, we believe God wants you to know... &lt;br/&gt;... that today is a big day for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman; font-size:10pt'&gt;Yes, today. Keep your eyes open for a message. It might come in a shape of a bird flying overhead, or a graffiti on a wall, or a phrase said by a passerby, or... Whatever shape it has, this message has been trying to reach you for years, and today is finally the day. Keep your senses open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See? It is my day and i'm keeping my eyes open (still can't sleep) and my heart and hands fully open for your gifts and cash donations for my ultimate wish to have a MCDO PARTY! Hahaha... but seriously, i'm super duper glad with all my heart and want to thank those who greet in advance: Jesah M. And Kuya Rico (a new found cousin) and to those persons who greeted on the exact date: Frances- who was with me @ McDo and the first one to greet me ( actually our time is advance.. hahaha), Kerri- the second person who greet me. Thank you so much.. :D, Dave- aherm! Hahaha.. thank you!, and Diana- i thought it was just another quote. Hahahaha.. thank you yan.. :D, and to others, hmmmmm... thank you in advance.. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-4386966234508651452?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/4386966234508651452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-my-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/4386966234508651452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/4386966234508651452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-my-day.html' title='This is my day!'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-875484380859918626</id><published>2009-08-27T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T06:20:52.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's message for me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;       On this day of your life, Marmie, we believe God wants you to know...       &lt;br /&gt;       ... that it's OK.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;"&gt; Just rest for a moment. It's OK. Yes, things are crazy, yes, the world is going nuts. Yet, deep underneath the stormy waves, there, in the core of your being, there is pure silence, pure love. And ... it's ... just ... OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;thank you Lord... i know everything will be fine because i know you're just there.&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/2030688945832740062-875484380859918626?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/875484380859918626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/08/gods-message-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/875484380859918626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/875484380859918626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/08/gods-message-for-me.html' title='God&apos;s message for me....'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-3351017803733736709</id><published>2009-08-27T04:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T04:33:31.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can’t fight ths feeling anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a week full of emotions. They say i'm so naive and insensitive. I had been with this feeling for so long that it already affected my school life and badly to say, my FAITH. I think the last time i talk to my Bestfriend was last month. After that, evrything turned upside down and i feel so guilty about it. I know it was my fault and i am very very sorry about that. I'm bothered and people knew that but i just deny everything because.. i just don't want them to get involved with this thing. i'm so sorry. i'm trying to fix everything and put everything on their right places. I just hope after this everything will be back on their normal flow and me? Well, i just hope i will feel better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-3351017803733736709?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/3351017803733736709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/08/cant-fight-ths-feeling-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/3351017803733736709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/3351017803733736709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/08/cant-fight-ths-feeling-anymore.html' title='Can’t fight ths feeling anymore'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-6489274458975699759</id><published>2009-08-19T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:53:27.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychiatric nurse going psychotic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;    After those Bunao days, i thought i'm gonna have a peace of mind and would live happily ever after but it hadn't end there. There is still NCM to face. Another one! You see, this subject is not so hard to understand. Actually, i had fun discussing about psychiatric patients and their disorders. Maybe because i can relate to the manifestations or it's just so funny. But, the management makes me go insane. It's hard and it's not that easy. Not easy to do (i think) and creates a confusion on me during quizzes or recitations. And that increases my anxiety level during Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays. During that days, i don't have time to fix myself or don't even care how i look at the end of the day. Too bad, too frustrating and... to alarming!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-6489274458975699759?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/6489274458975699759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/08/psychiatric-nurse-going-psychotic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/6489274458975699759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/6489274458975699759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/08/psychiatric-nurse-going-psychotic.html' title='Psychiatric nurse going psychotic'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-5654709251602914837</id><published>2009-08-19T10:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:14:01.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;    "Just woke up and lots of memories are popping on my mind. They were the times when I give advices to my friends that they should keep their faith in Christ. After 10 seconds, another memories are popping, they were the times when I need You Lord but feels so weak, &lt;strong&gt;"LACK OF FAITH?"&lt;/strong&gt; and was ashamed of myself. And the last part that popped on my mind is, &lt;em&gt;'where am I going?'&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    A message that could sum up all that i feeling right now. I don't know where I am going. I admit I had my flaws and I would really admit that I lack faith. I feel ashamed because I only asked for your help when I'm in trouble. Lord, I'm sorry! &lt;span style='font-family:Wingdings'&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-5654709251602914837?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/5654709251602914837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/08/falling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/5654709251602914837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/5654709251602914837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/08/falling.html' title='Falling'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-8150463323513358548</id><published>2009-08-14T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T10:42:34.742-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cumc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jeepney'/><title type='text'>a day to remember</title><content type='html'>Today is Thursday! i mean, 1 hour ago was Thursday and that day was full of unexpected surprises that it cause me to shrink-off my self. hahaha.. going to my 3-11 duty at CUMC Station 4, me and dutymate/good friend Kim went to the hospital riding the undeniably hurricane-like jeepney and too uch of it's speed cause us to pass over where we should supposedly to stop. the jeepney was so full and that was so embarrasing with all eyes on us... nyay! we we're in our uniform with all the hair well-kept in a bun and eventually turned into a massacre scary hairdo. grrrr... it was to be my first time to be so early and wore a complete make-up (because i heard Mr. **** would be there... hahaha) but everything was ruined up by that jeepney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another embarrasing moment during the time of our duty is that I was given a new patient and I received the Room # as 425. so after the endorsement, i hurriedly went to my patient's room to get the baseline vital signs so that i can prepare the IVTT meds given at 4pm. too much of my excitement, i forgot to recheck the room # and the patient's name. So i was going to room 425, knocked three times and open the doorknob. It was locked but after a few seconds a tall nice looking guy opened the door and... I introduce my name and said the most cliche line "is it okay with you sir if Mr. ********** will have a student nurse to take care of him?" and he said "awh, sori Miss, this is not Mr. *********" wrong room Goodness! i was really embarrased that i want to hide under the patient's bed and would never go out... it was okay sana if i had wore my face mask so he wouldn't recognize me but i forgot to... and everytime he passess by on the nurse's sation, he would smile but.. that was so embarrasing!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-8150463323513358548?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/8150463323513358548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/8150463323513358548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/8150463323513358548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-to-remember.html' title='a day to remember'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-4531834138668263742</id><published>2009-08-11T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T11:02:11.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mcdonalds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>life list addendum</title><content type='html'>Last wednesday, me and my friends went to Limketkai Center to cool-down ourselves, chill, relax and enjoy a one-day no class. It was a priviledge for us to have "no classes" on a very unexpected day and good to know we have the time to unwind. i was with the boys by then. Matthew, Ace, and Quilang. they were my bodyguards at that time... and as part of the routine of going out, we went after to our all-time favorite Mcdonalds. We ordered the same foods- large icy blue float and extra-large french fries. There  was a party held at the corner at that time and we were joking and laughing seeing those kids and clowns dancing and singing. It was then that an idea popped out on my head. I WANT TO HAVE A (KIDDIE) PARTY @ MCDONALDS WITH OLD PEOPLE AROUND! Just for a change. Ive never seen teenagers or old people celebrating their birthdays @ food chains like Mcdonalds and having those kiddie-like parties with all the ballons and clowns and party hats and birthday cake.. whoooohhhh!!!!!! I want that party! Before i'll bade goodbye on my teen years and taking one-step on the twenties. Goodness! i want to have that kind of party! Well, it gives me a better feeling of being young and innocent (lol).  But really, being a kid is very different from what we are or I am right now. it's not that I'm being childish or what?! it's just that i just want to have a birthday that's unusual, cool, and a very memorable one... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-4531834138668263742?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/4531834138668263742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-list-addendum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/4531834138668263742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/4531834138668263742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-list-addendum.html' title='life list addendum'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-2089871627002290536</id><published>2009-08-03T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:13:15.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ncm'/><title type='text'>Prelim</title><content type='html'>we had our prelim exam last july 20-22 right before the suspension of classes due to Ah1n1 virus phenomena in Cagayan de Oro City. though, my NCM subject gave me this inevitable feeling of fear (maybe because of the instructor which was my instructor last summer that really made my summer a brain-draining one). and just this morning, she gave us back our papers and i hate to see mine with those big red grade on top of it. 3 more scores to go and i'll be definitely be happy. just 3! i was so frustrated. i thought i'll passed the exam. i was really expecting but it was the other way around. so frustrating! and the memories of my summer days with her and her subject flashback. i couldn't help but my eyes were full of tears. it's happening again. old fellas saw me and a bit, their presence relieved me from that stress. though, i keep thinking about the moment i saw my paper but still, i have to live with it. Kuya Elmer told me " that's life" and he's right, this is life and i ahve to stand against it. i have to face the storm and should not run. geee... thanks to those friends.. and to those who also felt the same i'm feeling right now.... LET'S KEEP WORKING HARD.. this maybe just another heart-wrenching dillema but then, we have BESTFRIEND JC. He will not let us down... Aja! aja!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-2089871627002290536?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/2089871627002290536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/08/prelim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/2089871627002290536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/2089871627002290536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/08/prelim.html' title='Prelim'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-2201913165735723554</id><published>2009-07-25T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T19:05:06.398-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NLE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nurses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licensure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='june'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='board'/><title type='text'>2009 NLE results</title><content type='html'>the most awaiting of all the aspiring nurses in the country is here. to those who took the june 2009 nursing licensure exams, their agony was prolonged but now, the results are released. i was really excited last night when one of my high school friends had a gm (ggroup message) text that his brother had made passed the exam. i also had a lot of friends who ttok the exam, so now, 20 minutes ago, i hurriedly browse the net about the result and thank God that my friends made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20701 MEÑA, ROSED RAMOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20702 MEÑANO, ROSALEE PONIO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20703 MEÑEZ, MA KRISTINA MASIRAG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20704 MIANO, ANTHONY HINAUTAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20705 MIASCO, KATHY ANNE DIZON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20706 MIAYO, FELMER LORENZ GANANCIAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20707 MICABALO, CELESTE ROSS CELESTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20708 MICABALO, KEITH GERLAND BAHIAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20709 MICIANO, TATUM CHARLES LEONAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20710 MICK, JOSEPHINE LAUTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20711 MICLAT, AMELIA MARGARET ANGELES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20712 MICLAT, ANGELICA HERNANDEZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20713 MICLAT, ANGELINE JOANNE HERMOSADO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26041 RICARDO, LUDIVINA NILLO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26042 RICARTE, INDIRA PORTIA SALVA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26043 RICAÑA, CHRSITIAN LICUP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26044 RICIO, DOMINNE GRIZETTE VILLASEÑOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26045 RICO, FARAH JOY LIBRON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26046 RICO, JOHN GERARD CALUBAQUIB2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6047 RICO, JOMER LALOG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26048 RICO, LIAN JANILLE ZURBITO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26049 RICOMANO, REALYN ALADAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26050 RICON, KHATLYN BILIRAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24856 QUINAJON, MARIE PERPETUA DELA CRUZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24857 QUINDARA, CYRIL CHRISSMA SALVACION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24858 QUINDAY, LOUELA CLAIRE GUERRERO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24859 QUINDIPAN, DINNE GENTOZALA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24860 QUINDO, ERNST VICTOR LORENZO YANLUNG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24861 QUINDO, RITZCHELLE DE GRACIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24862 QUINERRI, SAMUEL PATIO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24863 QUINES, KATHLYN PALOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24864 QUINES, MARISA CACAYURIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24865 QUINIANO, RYAN OLIVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24866 QUINICOT, DEMPEE CONNILLE MACAHIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those highlighted names are my sisters and brother in Christ. you"d all done a good job. Congratulations once again! and KUdos to all who passed the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more information visit this site &lt;a href="http://thirdworldgeek.com/june-2009-nursing-board-exam-results/"&gt;http://thirdworldgeek.com/june-2009-nursing-board-exam-results/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-2201913165735723554?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/2201913165735723554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/07/2009-nle-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/2201913165735723554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/2201913165735723554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/07/2009-nle-results.html' title='2009 NLE results'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-6002000802766047283</id><published>2009-07-20T02:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T02:19:33.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bracelet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really feel terrible this night. I mean, the last 5 hours of my life. I was with a friend and it's his birthday (happy birthday again! :D) we ate at Inilog grill with the acoustic band. I love it, it makes me feel relax. That person always gave me a heart-pounding speechless surprises and i wasn't expecting any surprise from him this day because supposedly I should gave him a surprise because it's his day but I hadn't. So after eating, we went to St. Augustine Cathedral to light a candle so I just went with him. Then, we went to Jollibee and bought 2 rockyroad sundaes for my two girl friends. After that, we went back to the apartment and I was making my requirements while he was talking with my girl friend. So they just talked and i was just in the corner, browsing.  My girl friend, borrowed my umbrella for awhile because she will go somwhere and then he approached me and asked some things about what I was doing. I was busy with my work and suddenly his hand interrupted me with a red box while saying "for you! Open it!" (i don't know if it's really the exact words.. er, it's something like that) so i was super shock because oh my! It's not my birthday! what's this! And my heart pounds so fast. I was about to open when i saw a familiar thing inside. I closed the box and gave it back to him. I can't accept the gift. Why? Because it's not supposedly for me. It was for her cousin. It was my favorite heart-designed bracelet and i was the one who picked that silver thingy. I was confused and troubled about that. I asked why and why but i can't accept his answers. Those were lame answers. So we spent an hour arguing about that bracelet and the rain started to pour down. It was raining so hard then that he can't go home so we talked about that because i was really shocked and upset. Ofcourse, i was flattered because i love that bracelet and i think it's nice with my arms but the thing here is he bought that because it was supposed to be a birthday gift for her cousin. That's so frustrating. So i asked him over and over again about the reason "why he gave me the bracelet?" then there was a long pause and he asked me " do you think that there could be something if i'll give you this? (while holding the bracelet)" and i was speechless. I don't want to assume but i think i was right with what i'm thinking becuse of all his actions. Then we argue again. And he said, "ok, do you really want to know why?" and my heart keeps beating faster and still i'm speechless, then i said "go, tell me! " and he told me evrything why and that was a heart-wrenching moment with a little of flattered. And now, i don't know what to do with him. He's nice and he made me go "haller" almost always. But then, there are things which made me push back and said "no". There are 5 reasons but the top most of it is that i made a promise between myself and bestfriend JC (let me borrow the name friend) about my relationship with the opposite sex that i'll wait on His right timing and i had gave my pen to Him which means that  i'll surrender my whole life  like everything about me even the single and last strand of my hair. I don't want to break that promise. It was a pact. I just don't know how to explain it to him that he'll understand and that our relationship (friendship) will still be the same.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-6002000802766047283?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/6002000802766047283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/07/bracelet.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/6002000802766047283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/6002000802766047283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/07/bracelet.html' title='The Bracelet'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-987678916169863254</id><published>2009-07-15T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T10:24:19.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>case pres</title><content type='html'>it's 1:29 am and still we're here in my room making our case presentation for 9am. 8 hours to go and our heads will be put on a death row. we had prepared ourselves. honestly, there are a lot of wrong things we've noticed in our study... tsk2.. i just hope we'll make the presentation good and pass through the devil eyes' judges questions. we had the rush hour syndrome and it's not really good especially in this situation. it can trigger anxiety and yes! i was really impulsive and was really bossy yesterday. i was really sorry for those groupmates which i had made their life miserable for the last minute. but now, we're all friends. hahaha. i got my pharma and ncm quizzes results and well, i'm satisfied with it. all passed. hehehe. eventhough my day started so bad but it ended up well. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-987678916169863254?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/987678916169863254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/07/case-pres.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/987678916169863254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/987678916169863254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/07/case-pres.html' title='case pres'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-8405771666028505295</id><published>2009-07-12T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T11:03:38.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nmmc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" &gt;“3rd week! I’ll just wait for another week and I’m off with this rotation”- That was the big mark in my thoughts. Honestly, I’m not longer interested doing my job and doing my duty works. I can’t almost hear the Nightingale’s calling. But still, i have to attend classes and fulfill my obligation for the sake of my undeniably dollars sign ($) tuition and to avoid 24 hours extension (it would be another problem) but I was praying that before the rotation ends, I could do better and I’ll avoid errors. I just don’t want to hear another “talk” with Mr. Bunao. I want to feel that I’d done something good for the day that I had avoid errors in charting while giving my extra-full of care to my patient/s. I had really prayed for it and prior to duty I was really sobbing of what to do for tomorrow. I’m afraid, tired and had almost give up. During the real scene, the terrified mode had shifted to a nice-start-of-a-relationship mode. It was when Sir Bunao was checking our drugs for 8 and i was freaking out already because I’ll be feeding my patient through NGT by 8 and he has this alarming BP. So it’ll be a great morning challenge for me. I was saying to him everything about my patient and telling him what i had already done. He gave me instructions and I clarified something about the giving of drugs to him when he’s facial expression became a not-a-good-indication to me and I reacted, &lt;i style=""&gt;“mao gani nangutana”&lt;/i&gt; then i saw him smiled. I was shocked! Really! I was expecting for his eyebrows to meet but i saw a different thing and that made the morning good to me. I was in high spirit in doing my job. For me, i was doing smoothly with my job this week. My patient is cooperating very well as well as the watchers. Although there was one time when my patient was behaving like he don’t know the people around him so I jump to the conclusion that my patient is mentally ill but when I asked the S.O.’s, it was just atemper trantrum from an old man because he’s not allowed to eat anyhting and he was really hungry. On the other hand, nurses on the medical ward gave me this good feeling in renderring services to my patients because they’re willing to help and lend their helping hand when I need their guidance and assistance. My dutymates are also their to help and i was very thankful for that. Although, the day ended so tiring and with painful leg pains, I still went home with big smiles. The week ended with a blast of good thoughts and the Nightingale’s calling is still audible and clear.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;“a simple smile can change the whole day”...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/2030688945832740062-8405771666028505295?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/8405771666028505295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/07/smile.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/8405771666028505295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/8405771666028505295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/07/smile.html' title='smile!'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-2722992609335159518</id><published>2009-07-08T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T09:30:21.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another day!</title><content type='html'>it's already 12:18 in Frans laptop and we're still energetic and so alive. Cathy's here with us tonight because she also wants to use our free internet. hahaha. i can't sleep. i mean, we can't. it's all because of all the dreading weeks we'd been through. now, we can't sleep. tomorrow would be my ward class and we'll be having a quiz. i sould be sleeping right now because i still have to wake up @ 6:30. tsk2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have been sitting with this techie for almost 8 hours now. it's like a chocolate. hahaha. by the way, we had our icy blue float just an hour ago and it was the best. frans, is complaining because she wants to use the laptop. wahaha. it's her duty tomorrow and she can't she has to study so i'll use it first. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long my friends! i have to fix my things for today.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-2722992609335159518?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/2722992609335159518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/2722992609335159518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/2722992609335159518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-day.html' title='another day!'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-30862356505415959</id><published>2009-07-05T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T16:52:24.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='research'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ncm'/><title type='text'>insomnia</title><content type='html'>i just had 2 hours of sleep. pity me! i didn't notice the time last night... i mean, 4 hours ago.now, we were at IHT room having our Research class and we will be defending the Chapter I of our paper. people around me are just relaxing, confident of our paper. hahaha. later, we will be having our NCM class and i hope and pray that Mrs. Momongan will not give us a nose-bleeding quiz. i'm not ready, honestly. i had not fully study the whole topic and still confused. i should study my pharma notes last night but i hadn't because of some more important things to do. this would be a strike 2 in my pharma class. strike 2 of not being able to study the notes. i just hope he'll give the simpliest quiz. hahaha... i'm still sleepy and i wanna collpse. togsh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-30862356505415959?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/30862356505415959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/07/insomnia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/30862356505415959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/30862356505415959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/07/insomnia.html' title='insomnia'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-5580749512258006559</id><published>2009-06-24T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T06:07:27.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>school stuffs</title><content type='html'>i feel sick today. a lot of problem arise just this day. now i can really feel the school pressure I'd been dreading for a week. anyway, i hate to say this but i just had my first absent for this year, for this semester. too bad. i have to make a decision this morning not to attend my first class which is Nursing Research, 7:30. I'm not proud of it, my Id and Superego were fighting that time. and my Ego said i have to decide. i have to do that to make things better for the next class. i know it's unfair and i feel ashamed of myself. well, everything was doing fine... and tomorrow? well, i hope so. I'm also praying for that. first day of duty tomorrow at NMMC Medical Ward. i expect a lot of first time to happen tomorrow. i hope it would just be smooth-sailing. honestly, i was terrified to know the Clinical Instructor for the next 4 weeks. hearing all these "not-so-good" comments from my friends made my CSF to leak. but i just hope he'll treat us well and i also pray that we'll be having a good time working with the toxic patients and i also hope, i'll learn a lot of "reality" things from him and not to cry with the entire shift. wish me luck tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-5580749512258006559?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/5580749512258006559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-sick-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/5580749512258006559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/5580749512258006559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-sick-today.html' title='school stuffs'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-6011995028199744451</id><published>2009-06-19T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T05:17:46.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youngsville Homes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unwind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Igpit'/><title type='text'>Bonding time!</title><content type='html'>another time to unwind and relax since it's still the first week of school. so, we'll gonna enjoy every moment we're free. me and my friends (mark, jamy, therese and kim) are loving every second of our lives here at Pilonggo's residence at Youngsville Homes, Igpit. it's around 30 minutes ride from the city proper. and i'm super excited because we will watching Fireproof tonight. this would be my 4th time to watch this movie. it's super nice. we'll KIm and Jamy are preparing for our food right now, Mark is busy copying movies to his laptop and Therese is busy texting with her someone special.. hmmmmm.. i wonder who's that special someone.. hahaha.. and me here, busy with my blogging world. well, i had a lot of things to tell and share... but Mark wants to use the computer alredy so, hmmm.. bye for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-6011995028199744451?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/6011995028199744451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/06/bonding-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/6011995028199744451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/6011995028199744451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/06/bonding-time.html' title='Bonding time!'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-4743836031327118940</id><published>2009-06-17T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:59:20.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Mango</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i know, the title of this blog should belong to my food for thought but i want to blog it here. why? because there's a story behind the apple mango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and Monet went to Jollibee to have our dinner there. afterwaards, we went to Mercury Drug, just 2 stores away from the said fastfood chain. in Divisoria, there are a lot of vendors outside selling fruits and foods. a green multicab has just caught my attention because of those green-pinkish with redddish colored mangoes that seems to call me because of their number. i went to that car and asked for the the price. it's 50 php per kilo while the indian mangoes are for 40 php per kilo. i want to buy but i'm saving for some personal use so i really have to say NO to that even if i would want to. i just said to the lady who was selling those mangoes "oh, that cost too much for me (while touching the mangoes trying to feel better of not buying those). maybe next time". while i was saying those words, a stranger father-like man had talked to me and trying to encourage me to buy those and i wass like "no, thanks. maybe later or next time" and he really pursue me to have one. he gave me 50 bucks just to purchase those mouth-watering mangoes and he really insist me to have the money and i really want to buy those lucious mangoes. then i said, "sure? this will be so embarrassing but thanks sir! (while getting the money out to his hands)" hahaha. i maybe sound like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"bagag nawong", &lt;/span&gt;but hey! this is a blessing and this is once in a lifetime to happen. i really thank him for that and i was super &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nahaller  &lt;/span&gt;of what had happened awhile ago. i really thank God because still there are people like him whose hearts are big and does not hesitate to share their blessings to others even if they don't even know the person. He's a good man and whoever he is, he really made a difference in my life. just for a 50 bucks for my fave apple mango.&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/2030688945832740062-4743836031327118940?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/4743836031327118940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/06/apple-mango.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/4743836031327118940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/4743836031327118940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/06/apple-mango.html' title='Apple Mango'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-61318945908893670</id><published>2009-06-07T23:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:28:46.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cumc'/><title type='text'>doctors on center stage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/Siy3P59oCkI/AAAAAAAAACI/PAqLuy1mzJ4/s1600-h/red-durian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344848341667154498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/Siy3P59oCkI/AAAAAAAAACI/PAqLuy1mzJ4/s400/red-durian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you utter the word “DOCTORS” you may be scared or think about hospitals, busy, operations, and brainy… but hey doctors got talent… I had corroborate that when they had dance and sing on stage… yes, honestly, I was bored at the beginning.. ofcourse, they can’t dance the hiphop thingy.. It is expected but they’re a great deal of dancers and singers… I was just shocked because I saw two of my professors dancing DR. Saavedra and… &lt;em&gt;sa way pabor pabor&lt;/em&gt;… they’re excellent dancers… they’re the cream of the crop at that night… here are some verifications of their ecstatic dancing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://miemarms.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SU8jXAoKCiQAAESBEiA1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344848610590773714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/Siy3fjyA0dI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PqOagPbtp5c/s400/1-402786711l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;during emergency cases. doing the cpr while dancing.. ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344854482298024898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/Siy81VmHM8I/AAAAAAAAACY/nC25JKl8-3c/s400/1-625913643l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;portraying barbie and ken.. those are all men... they are so funny... wearing dress and high-wedged sandals... maybe they will be killed with their wives after this.. ahahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344854988757964450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/Siy9S0TklqI/AAAAAAAAACo/KnU3vtfIOs0/s400/1-410187150l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the audience... enjoying the show of our doctors..and enjoying the moment together... this our first bonding for this semester...&lt;/div&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/2030688945832740062-61318945908893670?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/61318945908893670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/06/doctors-on-center-stage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/61318945908893670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/61318945908893670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/06/doctors-on-center-stage.html' title='doctors on center stage'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/Siy3P59oCkI/AAAAAAAAACI/PAqLuy1mzJ4/s72-c/red-durian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-1652637695362788688</id><published>2009-05-18T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T03:54:54.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>an expensive luxury car</title><content type='html'>Saturday- May 16. The Maramag Church had prepared a youth activity for the whole day and I was invited and I invited other friends. Hahaha. Anyway, Dad agreed about that so, no problem. The activity for that night was a film showing. Me with my companions went to the church droved by my super cool uncle. The foods were already prepared. As we ate our dinner, Liza asked me a favor which is so impromptu. I will lead the praise and worship! 4 songs! And I will be the EMCEE at the same time! Gosh!!! I’d never lead the P&amp;amp;W in that place. I mean, I never showed my talent there (hahaha. Lol!) the EMCEE thinge was quite okay but the singing… uhhhmmmm… my uncles never saw me singing in front, leading the team. This is OH MY GOSH!!! Then, the next thing, I had tachycardia. It was an opportunity to show what I got and to let them know that I can. So I went, upstage. Bringing my super duper bubbly character in welcoming the youths, the whole thing ended up great. Then, Pastor Levi gave his short talk. A story which made us all blunt face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A rich man had been looking for the newest model car. He went to a store and his attention was catch by this sexy shifter car which cost $200M (assuming). So he talked to the Manager and bought the car. He paid it fully… cash. The Manager told the buyer that he can get the car in two weeks time. He waited for two long weeks and when he went back to the store, the car was still unfinished. He called the Manager showing his active attitude. He demanded that he wanted his car now. So, the Manager gave him all the spare parts of the car, the shiny and glistening wheels, glossy side mirrors and hi-tech booster engine. The buyer was so mad because he paid for it in cash and they had just given him an unfinished luxury car. Try to empathize the buyer. Would you feel the same? Would you shout and turn your face into dark red because of too much anger? Same with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows what the buyer was feeling at that time. He knows how distressing it is to buy something expensive and to think that they’ll just gave you spare parts. Why? Because He bought us with a high price. He gave up his Son in exchange for our lives. But then, we just gave him just part of our body and not totally our whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Levi ended up in giving us a mind-boggling question. Would you commit your whole life to Him? Or just gave Him the spare parts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-1652637695362788688?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/1652637695362788688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/05/expensive-luxury-car.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/1652637695362788688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/1652637695362788688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/05/expensive-luxury-car.html' title='an expensive luxury car'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-8528055449403167558</id><published>2009-05-18T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T01:59:54.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DOTA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LQ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quarrel'/><title type='text'>ang dahilan ng LQ ng magsyota</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sori friends if i post this one.. it just caught my attention and really made me laugh... don't worry your identity will be kept as a secret..  (the following are not their real names. i changed it to protect their personal lives. hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1142105022&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;Maria&lt;/a&gt;: buseeeet! nahhhhhhhhhhh.. dota nlng jud pirme!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/s.php?k=100000080&amp;amp;id=1259357389"&gt;Juan:&lt;/a&gt; galit sa uyab??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1142105022"&gt;Maria:&lt;/a&gt;waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Sheena Lanzado" href="http://www.facebook.com/s.php?k=100000080&amp;amp;id=1155888753"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/s.php?k=100000080&amp;amp;id=1155888753"&gt;Nene:&lt;/a&gt;dota jud makadaot dai. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Xyrah Saldua" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1142105022"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1142105022"&gt;Maria:&lt;/a&gt;mao! y.m dai beh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Xyrah Saldua" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1142105022"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1142105022"&gt;Maria:&lt;/a&gt;gat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Wowie Sabando" href="http://www.facebook.com/s.php?k=100000080&amp;amp;id=100000004110758"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/s.php?k=100000080&amp;amp;id=100000004110758"&gt;Pedro:&lt;/a&gt;ahhhhh grabehka dako bah kau kasuko sa DOTa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Xyrah Saldua" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1142105022"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1142105022"&gt;Maria:&lt;/a&gt; dako mulang!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/s.php?k=100000080&amp;amp;id=666501037"&gt;Pedro:&lt;/a&gt;hahaha .. dOta jud ky sa oyab kay pwede pa ma dula.an!! xD .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt;hahaha... funny ayt? Boys are boys. just a suggestion to maria, learn to play the game so that you and your boo would play the same game.. it would be nice. to minimize the LQ's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-8528055449403167558?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/8528055449403167558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/05/ang-dahilan-ng-lq-ng-magsyota.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/8528055449403167558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/8528055449403167558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/05/ang-dahilan-ng-lq-ng-magsyota.html' title='ang dahilan ng LQ ng magsyota'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-8964384285853301174</id><published>2009-05-17T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:28:13.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='durian'/><title type='text'>superb breakfast!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Durian for breakfast! This is the best breakfast ever!!! I had loved eating duria&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/ShC4BD62_1I/AAAAAAAAABY/tx77jw8NMfY/s1600-h/durian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336967886805598034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/ShC4BD62_1I/AAAAAAAAABY/tx77jw8NMfY/s320/durian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n for how many years. The whole family really loves the fruit like they would jump on it whenever they smell the enticing aroma. Usually, my father would open the durian and we? We’ll just dig in into it after the fruit is open. But this morning, I was the one who opened the fruit and it was really hard. The formidable thorn-covered husks gave me a hard time and test my patience. The whole time I was opening I always reminded myself “Patience is a virtue Marmie!” It was then that I realized that this fruit is really amazing! Before you smudged yourself into that mouth-watering fruit, you have to go through the thorny part of it and then! Chadan!!! The prize of the callously-peeling-off-skin unwrapping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, this one. A red-fruit durian. Marvelous, right? Now, I’m gonna find that fruit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336968849102337458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/ShC45EwR9bI/AAAAAAAAABg/9sPwaxLtayA/s400/red-durian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&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/2030688945832740062-8964384285853301174?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/8964384285853301174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/05/superb-breakfast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/8964384285853301174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/8964384285853301174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/05/superb-breakfast.html' title='superb breakfast!'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/ShC4BD62_1I/AAAAAAAAABY/tx77jw8NMfY/s72-c/durian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-992429448095322617</id><published>2009-04-01T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T01:43:39.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='utilitariansm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resort'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='davao'/><title type='text'>differentiated!</title><content type='html'>It was a starry night when me with my sister and cousins had our own generation bonding. We soak up ourselves in that chlorinated hot pool and relaxed. But instead of chilling out, questions had been bothering me when I saw myself around this crowd. They are my family, my very own-blood but then I feel different from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            We grew up together, studying in the most prestigious school in Mindanao and we are all compensating to what’s the society is showing to us. We all knew that and we do practice all of that. But the thing is, I feel like worlds apart from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I hanged my hairdo like Rihanna. I stick up with the new trends like wearing skinny jeans. I do put make-up on my face just to look good around the people. I painted my nails with a bloody-red color just to change my image from Ms. Nice Girl to a more Bold City Girl. I wear short shorts and fabulous dresses even if there are no occasions at all just for them to think that I can also cope to the society’s calling! But at the end of the day, I wore those khaki porontong and loose white shirts, kept my hair with a tie, kept my bangs off and wear no make-up at all. Simply me! People may seem not to notice these things from me but my family does. They knew right from the start that the old Marmie they knew before was still the Marmie they knew now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            See? Even if you change yourself a hundred times, you’ll just go back to the old you. And I don’t see that from them. They are totally changed and destroyed by the social order. They utter gay lingos which I can’t understand and foul expressions which I can’t really swallow like, you know the-one-should-not-be-spoken. They’d totally changed… see? But my point here is that I hope they know what they’re doing and it could do forth good to everyone around them and of course, to their selves. Principle of utilitarianism!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-992429448095322617?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/992429448095322617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/04/differentiated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/992429448095322617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/992429448095322617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/04/differentiated.html' title='differentiated!'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-4871905497963226956</id><published>2009-03-10T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:31:10.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ncp'/><title type='text'>NCP</title><content type='html'>the other time, we are all freaking with the case presentation.&lt;br /&gt;some quarreled, cried and mostly got sick.&lt;br /&gt;but look at us now, you can't see any single worry in our faces.&lt;br /&gt;everyone's enjoying and that's a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-4871905497963226956?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/4871905497963226956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/03/ncp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/4871905497963226956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/4871905497963226956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/03/ncp.html' title='NCP'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-2459347751624284199</id><published>2009-01-17T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T07:12:43.966-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unwind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuition'/><title type='text'>a challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This week would be my last week on earth… (ofcourse, that’s an exaggeration) I mean, this would be my last week of living my life normally like I can still go out and have my unwind moments, stroll around the Divisoria, sleep early in the morning.. stuffs like that… why? Because, it’s midterms and this would be a terrible time for me. I’ll be having my duty MTW on hospitals which means requirements are left and right and it should really be done right away. I mean no tomorrows for that. And I have to be awake like very very early because the endorsement would be exactly 7:00 am. Not 6:29, not 7:01. spikely 7:00 and extensions are waiting so better not to bump them. Then, my socio-anthro class which I usually attend to should now be changed. I should really wok hard on it. It would be a shame. And to my NCM class is getting brain-draining subject like everytime I went out from the class all my energy is gone and to think I was just sitting there and listening to the lecture. It really makes me weak and I have to work hard (sayang ang 32k). plus she’s giving us a project that should be passed on the midterms exam and it’s a very demanding task for me. I don’t know how to make videos. C’mon, I’m a nursing student not a computer wizard or what. So, by next week, I would be dead (exaggeration again). No time for unwind moments. I had so much for that. Every minute should be spent wisely. But still, can’t give up my Sunday fellowships with the youths. I have to work hard for that also. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-2459347751624284199?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/2459347751624284199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/01/challenge.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/2459347751624284199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/2459347751624284199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/01/challenge.html' title='a challenge'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-8110869565811213987</id><published>2009-01-15T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:33:15.366-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='umbrella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grieving process'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Watson&apos;s department store'/><title type='text'>i bought a new friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="miemarms" author_possessive="miemarms'"&gt;                    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" mce_style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Due to the heavy rains and strong winds, last Monday, my ever-loyal green rusty dirty but useful umbrella had resign from it’s obligation. I did not notice that the upper part where it clings had already been damaged and so the strong wind had tortured it. I bought that the day after my birthday last 2007 with someone… hmmmmm… never mind. It served me for 1 year and 4 months and it was been hard for me to say goodbye to my lovely umbrella. I’m now in a grieving process:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW70iTdbMTI/AAAAAAAAAAw/eoU9i89gIos/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW70iTdbMTI/AAAAAAAAAAw/eoU9i89gIos/s320/Picture+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291435482383331634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;D: denial. From that day of its destruction, I      thought it was okay and can still be repaired.&lt;br /&gt;A: anger. But when I figure it out, I saw that it was impossible to be back on its normal state and was angry because it served me for more than a year. I was mad with the blustery weather.&lt;br /&gt;D: depression. So the whole day, I was so depress with its unlawful destruction of my little one. Its leaving me and and it’s hard for me to leave it junk on the side with no one to care. We’ve shared a lot of good memories. It has been with my journey wherever I go and witness all the trials I’d been through. The flaring heat of the sun and heavy raindrops.&lt;br /&gt;A: acceptance. An hour or two after, I accept the fact that I should junk it out. Maybe someone can still use that thing and I hope it can really help the person who can find it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" mce_style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yesterday, I never thought it would rain and while I was on my way home from duty, I realized that I should buy a new umbrella because the weather here is not really that good. So to assure and to be sure not to get sick from this unending bad climate, I stopped by at Watson’s Department Store, located at Divisoria under McDonalds and buy a new yellow umbrella (this is also where I bought my old umbrella). And I name her pochi. She’s a new friend and I hope you can meet her soon. &lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png" mce_src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2030688945832740062-8110869565811213987?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/8110869565811213987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-bought-new-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/8110869565811213987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/8110869565811213987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-bought-new-friend.html' title='i bought a new friend!'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW70iTdbMTI/AAAAAAAAAAw/eoU9i89gIos/s72-c/Picture+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-4410035794486797666</id><published>2009-01-15T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:29:27.678-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flashflood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cdo'/><title type='text'>answered prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"   &gt;I was glad that God listen to my prayers and almost of it He answers. That’s how He loves me. But I learned a lesson just this day. BE SPECIFIC in your prayers. It was a Saturday night when we had our UNYT and I knew that &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cebu&lt;/st1:place&gt; will have their exchanging gifts at the Ayala Mall… uhhhhh… I was jealous so, I prayed for rain and it rained… but not in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cebu&lt;/st1:place&gt;.. here in CdeO… I planned to go to church that morning but then it rained so hard so I just went back to bed and waited for the rain to stop but it hadn’t. It was already past 12 and the weather is getting worse. It was already 3 or 4pm that the rain had calm down and so we went to my 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; home which is the Abao’s mansiones and had some hot chocolate their. It was so cold, very soothing to jump in the bed and sleep and we just knew that some parts of the city had been flooded and friends were asking for help. I did not even think about that that will happen. Many had suffered. Floods were almost to eat up their houses, appliances were damaged, water already entered their homes, livestock were washed away, trees were carried by the floods and flood all over the city. Then we heard that Gaisano was closing because the waters already went inside the mall same with the LimKetkai. Heavy trucks from Iligan were not permitted to enter the City and many buses were stranded. It was very awful. I did not even know that that prayer causes a big tragic to other people… and I was GUILTY. The next day, I prayed that there will be no class and for rain… and it really rained and classes are cancelled. I was happy but then again I was GUILTY. Many people are still suffering of the flood and feared because there was news that there will be a high tide. Still, some areas are in flood. And I was in the heart of the city so I can’t even feel the heavy floods… just the heavy rains and strong winds… and I was GUILTY. Friends text for some help and prayers.. and I was GUILTY. Plus, a tragedy had happened somewhere in Lanao. MILF had bombed a Transco tower there so some places are suffering from darkness. (I didn’t pray for that). The whole day, I was GUILTY… so I learn a lesson and hope you also learn from my lesson… Sorry Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-4410035794486797666?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/4410035794486797666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/01/answered-prayers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/4410035794486797666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/4410035794486797666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2009/01/answered-prayers.html' title='answered prayers'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-7856492774698961322</id><published>2008-12-30T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:54:25.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the message</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s complicated and why does it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-         It’s when you don’t know where you stand in a person’s life; it’s when you’re hanging in dead air and knowing you can be thrown off anytime. It’s when you’re like more than friends but not really, nd it’s like you’re lovers when it’s really otherwise. Darn it. Sometimes you would want to wish to have never met the person at all but at the back of your mind, you’re thankful you have. &gt;hmmm… wondering why I post this one? Because:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.      This message had stayed on my phone for almost a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.      When I sent this message to everyone on my list, many had reacted and hahaha… it hit them, I know. (you know, people are in denial almost always)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.      it’s a message for everyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-7856492774698961322?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/7856492774698961322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2008/12/message.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/7856492774698961322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/7856492774698961322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2008/12/message.html' title='the message'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-1333967274048531015</id><published>2008-12-05T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:16:50.363-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pride'/><title type='text'>giving up my pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/Siysgt6azLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rhlI4yQuh5A/s1600-h/kuya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344836535862348978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/Siysgt6azLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rhlI4yQuh5A/s400/kuya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was a very blessed day. well, everyday is a blessing but this one is different. it was a relief after a week of no pansinay and talking. this morning, me and monet had our weekly jogging to the rotonda and we had our rest in my old home- the creepy -no light apartment. my classes would start at 9:00 am and so i decided to have my shower there since there are still clothes left in my cabinet. monet left after 5 minutes and i heard someone opened the main door and i know it was kuya lloyd. we'd never talk for weeks because of something i had done which made him upset. he misunderstood everything. i don't want him to be in trouble. it was also for his own good. i thought he's already grown-up and understand why i'd done such a thing but it was the other way around. he never talked to me and that's why i moved here in the abao's place. te chang and monet knows that i can't afford not to talk to someone for a very long time. it was just a little tiny situation and i don't want to ruin our relationship just because of that. so while i was taking my shower, i was thinking of something to open up just to break the great mood of silence between me and him. so after my shower, I TALKED TO HIM. it was awkward at first because i don't know if he would listen or respond. but i just eat my pride and start the conversation. i was glad he responded. i know he also can't resist of not talking to me. i'm glad we're fine and i'm still hoping we could have the same bonding we had before. and also i'm still hoping he would understand everything that had happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope everything will be okay kuya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-1333967274048531015?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/1333967274048531015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2008/12/giving-up-my-pride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/1333967274048531015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/1333967274048531015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2008/12/giving-up-my-pride.html' title='giving up my pride'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/Siysgt6azLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rhlI4yQuh5A/s72-c/kuya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-2377382671506364930</id><published>2008-12-02T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:23:35.485-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reconciliation'/><title type='text'>back in each other's arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SiyuD3hsq-I/AAAAAAAAACA/3-MplmESy7o/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344838239250066402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SiyuD3hsq-I/AAAAAAAAACA/3-MplmESy7o/s400/DSC00058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"and now were back together. together.."last night, we went to divisoria to relax and just want to have our attendance checked.. hehehe.. i had no plans of going to the apartment or what.. when we were already there.. roaming around the overcrowded night cafe, i receive a text message and it was from kuya lloyd.. i was shocked because as what i'd said.. it has been a week that we'd never talked and even communicate.. so i was surprised.. and i wanna cry because he said..."marms... sorry ha?"huhuhu.. and that begins the reunited relationship of yuson cousinship... awh... hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, monet helped me in giving him a peace offering.. it was awkward and unusual for me... and i really don't know what to do... thank God monet was there...and the night and the long week of silence end up with a great big hug...love you kuya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-2377382671506364930?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/2377382671506364930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-in-each-others-arms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/2377382671506364930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/2377382671506364930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-in-each-others-arms.html' title='back in each other&apos;s arms'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SiyuD3hsq-I/AAAAAAAAACA/3-MplmESy7o/s72-c/DSC00058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-2225245224148506090</id><published>2008-12-01T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:19:00.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>questions</title><content type='html'>why do people change when they get into a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do they change for their own good? or because their partner want to?&lt;br /&gt;based on my experience and my observations to other people.they would really change and forget their old self.  they will try to complement to what their partner want them to be. why do they have to change? for in the first place, they were attracted and had loved the person you used to be. the real you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the midst of the seemed-to-be-a-perfect-relationship you both dreamed of. enjoying each other's company..feeling the sweet aroma of love. you'll eventually forget the person you used to be as well as the people who loved you from the very beginning. who knew the real you. and what's worse? you'll ignore their concern and try to believe that "love will conquer all".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when the heaven and earth would clashed. everything between you and your partner was over. you'll end up to those people you had left behind. those are the TRUE FRIENDS. you'll be depressed. and trying to recover. but the difficult thing is. you don't know how to because you don't know the whole you. you were totally different. you'll try to go back to your old self but then memories woulod hunt you and you'll regret everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a cliche story i know but then everything was so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;admit it.. ayt? :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-2225245224148506090?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/2225245224148506090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2008/12/questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/2225245224148506090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/2225245224148506090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2008/12/questions.html' title='questions'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-1143111247134920770</id><published>2008-11-29T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:36:02.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thursday'/><title type='text'>TGITh</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;usually, others would say T.G.I.F. or T.G.I.S. which means "thank God its friday" or "thank God its Saturday" because it's a time for partying... but for me, its T.G.I.Th.. i love thursdays... wanna know why?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;because i only have one subject for this day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;because it's the only time i could hang out with my girlfriends and chat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;because i could watch my favorite teledrama sa hapon, "El Cuerpo".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and lastly, because its the only time i could chat with "him"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look! my thursdays so good.. i wish, everyday would be thursdays...&lt;br /&gt;happy thursday to all of you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-1143111247134920770?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/1143111247134920770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2008/11/tgith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/1143111247134920770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/1143111247134920770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2008/11/tgith.html' title='TGITh'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-306033484456963292</id><published>2008-11-15T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:32:35.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>busy business</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after the relaxing beach party, the next day i went home.  uhhhhh  the whole time i was thinking of something i could enjoy while i was there. "Be productive". that's what i want to do. Semestral break. No classes and so.... NO ALLOWANCE... oooohhhhh....  that really hurts. so i had to find ways.i had a lot of choices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i can take care of my nephew and my cousin who are 3 and 4 years old. i'll just feed them, let them sleep and let them watch tom and jerry. quite easy, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;be the cashier of the barbershop of granny. i'll just sit down, receive money from the barbers and gave them their numbers. easy right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; help my aunt with her little store. watch over the store. cook kwek-kwek, tempura and kikiam. sounds interresting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; help my mom watch over the internet cafe and photocopy station. log-in and log-out pc's, photocopy bunches of books, and sometimes laminate. not that hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;oh well, i can't had all these choices. why? because surely, they won't pay me. they'll just take advantage of me... ahahaha...   how awful. i want a job that i can surely have my money. and so, i decided to put up my ENCODING BUSINESS.... i earned a lot during the break and i love it..   so much... 15php per page. woooowwww.. i can be rich with this business.... hahaha...   MONKEY BUSINESS!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-306033484456963292?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/306033484456963292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2008/11/busy-business.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/306033484456963292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/306033484456963292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2008/11/busy-business.html' title='busy business'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-5985779060031857752</id><published>2008-10-23T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:28:04.051-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resort'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marvilla'/><title type='text'>marvilla getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/Six2MModtMI/AAAAAAAAABw/C28OL0I7K0g/s1600-h/1-167235863l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344776809703388354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/Six2MModtMI/AAAAAAAAABw/C28OL0I7K0g/s400/1-167235863l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we've been planning of going to the beach since summer but as usual it would always be postponed. the first plan was after the summer classes. it supposed to be a thanksgiving party for ourselves but then it was postponed because me and Cathy had also canceled our June capping ceremony. the second plan was during our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;intramural&lt;/span&gt;. it almost be made possible but then some of our classmates had an on-call duty and some had already went to their homes in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BUKID&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; and so, here we go... third plan: a joint celebration of September and October celebrants. And gladly, we went on our way. and this is what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt;, it has been a very very long discussion on where to have the party. everyone was mentioning every resort they had been to: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jasaan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Duka&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Initao&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Naawan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Iligan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Opol&lt;/span&gt;, and... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Camiguin&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;whhhhaaatttt&lt;/span&gt;???are they serious? as if we have a lot of money to go that island. but well, we end up in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Marvilla&lt;/span&gt; Beach Resort in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Opol&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; how funny... it was set on October 11, Saturday... but Friday night, we already started the celebration.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Mavel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Jayfel&lt;/span&gt;, Therese, Jessa and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Demey&lt;/span&gt; had an overnight-movie marathon in their so called "extension house" which is my HOUSE. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; we all slept in the &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;dining room&lt;/span&gt; with all the foam and the blankets on the floor.we were supposed to wake up very early because we had the money to buy the pork,fish, bananas, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;camotes&lt;/span&gt;, etc. needed but we woke up around 9am and we agreed that everyone should be at my house spiky 10. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Mavel&lt;/span&gt; and I, went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Cogon&lt;/span&gt; market and brought the things mentioned and I felt guilty because Char had woke up early and had already finished preparing for the food. People keep coming to my house and I still had to prepare for the things that should be brought, I had to buy drinks, and I still had to pay our electric bill. It was an and adrenaline rush. and I love it! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ahahaha&lt;/span&gt;... and so, we kick off the road and went to the beach. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;weeee&lt;/span&gt;.... we enjoy the first day of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;semestral&lt;/span&gt; break. it was a relaxing feeling after a very very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;epistaxis&lt;/span&gt; semester. and also we had fun listening to silly jokes of Mark, sharing stories of duty and C.I. experiences and reminiscing the past. i miss laughing with them like no one cares, goofing around, and chasing like kids. Till next time guys!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;muah&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/2030688945832740062-5985779060031857752?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/5985779060031857752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2008/10/marvilla-getaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/5985779060031857752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/5985779060031857752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2008/10/marvilla-getaway.html' title='marvilla getaway'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/Six2MModtMI/AAAAAAAAABw/C28OL0I7K0g/s72-c/1-167235863l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-6824277407940059862</id><published>2008-10-07T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:21:42.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Always Be my Baby'/><title type='text'>Always be my Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another LSS! (Last Song Syndrome)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always Be My Baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were as one babe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for a moment in time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it seemed everlasting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that you would always be mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now you want to be free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so I’m letting you fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause i know in my heart babe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our love will never die,no!&lt;br /&gt;you’ll always be a part of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i’m a part of you indefinitely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;girl don’t you know you can’t escape me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ooh darling cause you’ll always be my baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we’ll linger on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time can’t erase a feeling this strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no way you’re never gonna shake me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ooh darling cause you’ll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;i ain’t gonna cry no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i won’t beg you to stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you’re determined to leave girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will not stand in your way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but inevitably you’ll be back again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause ya know in your heart babe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our love will never end no&lt;br /&gt;you’ll always be a part of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i’m part of you indefinitely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;girl don’t you know you can’t escape me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ooh darling cause you’ll always be my baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we’ll linger on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time can’t erase a feeling this strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no way you’re never gonna shake me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ooh darlin cause you’ll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;i know that you’ll be back girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when your days and your nights get a little bit colder ooohhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know that,you’ll be right back,oh, baby believe me it’s only a matter of time&lt;br /&gt;you’ll always be a part of mei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;’m part of you indefinitely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;girl don’t you know you can’t escape me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ooh darlin cause you’ll always be my baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we’ll linger ontime cant erase a feeling this strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no way you’re never gonna shake me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ooh darlin cause you’ll always be my…my baby&lt;br /&gt;you’ll always be a part of me (you will always be)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i’m part of you indefinitely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;girl don’t you know you can’t escape me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ooh darlin cause you’ll always be my baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we’ll linger on (we will linger on)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time cant erase a feeling this strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no way you’re never gonna shake me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ooh darlin cause you’ll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;oh always be my baby…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this song got stucked in my mind... i don't know how many times i'll repeat singing ang listening to this song.... well, i love it... hahaha.. it's my cousins and other housemates who got irritated.... wahahaha... sorry guys.. i'm so inspired with this song... *peace 'ya all*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-6824277407940059862?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/6824277407940059862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2008/10/always-be-my-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/6824277407940059862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/6824277407940059862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2008/10/always-be-my-baby.html' title='Always be my Baby'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-8719193198014162410</id><published>2008-09-09T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:03:53.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carlo reyes'/><title type='text'>it's a new me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SixxW0bV9uI/AAAAAAAAABo/6vDSCQ2dFPE/s1600-h/img0173a-225x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344771494626326242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SixxW0bV9uI/AAAAAAAAABo/6vDSCQ2dFPE/s400/img0173a-225x300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://mymp.twistedrumbeats.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/img0173a.jpg" mce_href="http://mymp.twistedrumbeats.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/img0173a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mymp.twistedrumbeats.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/img0173a.jpg" mce_href="http://mymp.twistedrumbeats.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/img0173a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mymp.twistedrumbeats.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/img0173a.jpg" mce_href="http://mymp.twistedrumbeats.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/img0173a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mymp.twistedrumbeats.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/img0173a.jpg" mce_href="http://mymp.twistedrumbeats.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/img0173a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mymp.twistedrumbeats.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/img0173a.jpg" mce_href="http://mymp.twistedrumbeats.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/img0173a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mymp.twistedrumbeats.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/img0173a.jpg" mce_href="http://mymp.twistedrumbeats.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/img0173a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it all started in the first week of june. i got so bored with my life. i was depressed and.... it was so humid and i got irritated... and so, i cut my hair... poor little thing... &lt;em&gt;siya napagbuntunan ko ng lahat ng galit ko sa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://mymp.twistedrumbeats.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/img0173a.jpg" mce_href="http://mymp.twistedrumbeats.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/img0173a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;mundo&lt;/em&gt;... hahaha... but then, i feel happy after that.... &lt;em&gt;ang gaan gaan ng feeling..&lt;/em&gt; hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;everyone was so shock... some say &lt;em&gt;"sayang"&lt;/em&gt;.. others naman say "i look more chubby"... while the rest say &lt;em&gt;"its bagay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://mymp.twistedrumbeats.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/img0173a.jpg" mce_href="http://mymp.twistedrumbeats.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/img0173a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; for me"&lt;/em&gt;... well, thank you to those people who says "bagay for me"... hahaha.. joke... actually, i really don't care what they'll utter as long as i'm happy.. i didn't hurt anybody (as far as i now, it's my body.. i can do anything with it) and i'm very very much happy...&lt;br /&gt;thank you carlo reyes salon of divisoria... hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-8719193198014162410?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/feeds/8719193198014162410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-new-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/8719193198014162410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030688945832740062/posts/default/8719193198014162410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miemarms.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-new-me.html' title='it&apos;s a new me'/><author><name>miemarms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639706207564659049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SixxW0bV9uI/AAAAAAAAABo/6vDSCQ2dFPE/s72-c/img0173a-225x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-7035479774108109084</id><published>2008-09-03T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T18:57:44.332-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>confused!</title><content type='html'>I was really bothered by the decisions I made. every time i see them practicing and wearing whites, i felt like I'm so stupid for letting go of that one great opportunity in my life. everyone had wanted to be on the list and I'm lucky to be on it but then i have to let it go. i had my reasons why i should.&lt;br /&gt;REASONS:&lt;br /&gt;i still have five (5) general subjects and these always conflicts my duty time (if ever I'll have my capping). i have to face the consequences if ever I'll take the risk. i have to accept not to have a high grades on those subjects or... maybe, I'll fail my major subjects since it can distract me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not yet ready to go on duty because i really don't know what to do like assessing the patient and other stuffs. pero, it doesn't mean, i hadn't gain any knowledge on those things. its just that i don't want to make mistakes. i have a lots of "what ifs" in my mind. in conclusion, I'm not yet ready emotionally, physically, and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;we still have to fix this "family-problem thingy" and.. uhmmm... to personal.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still young and i don't have to rush on things. i have more time to equipped my self.&lt;br /&gt;well, there's still a next batch for capping and pinning this October. i just have to wait for 5 months.. and... i could be one of them.. sooner or later. ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-7035479774108109084?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSpHs6NJzGE/SW7rKV4gjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4-oB9Ch_cbA/S220/1_328003051l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030688945832740062.post-6754879005634993481</id><published>2008-09-02T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:09:26.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome'/><title type='text'>a new start</title><content type='html'>i finally made it!&lt;br /&gt;after how many hours of studying on how this one works..&lt;br /&gt;at last..&lt;br /&gt;welcome me to the blogging world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030688945832740062-6754879005634993481?l=miemarms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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