tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66770125688594907122024-03-05T09:27:09.114-08:00mrfreespeakswisdom beyond anything else. putting sense to crap. empower the voice from withinwisdom.sproutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14883562813178011796noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677012568859490712.post-37869099920000665412011-04-17T07:54:00.000-07:002011-04-17T07:54:40.567-07:00RELIEVE STRESS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/xvpj_p9MyHM/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xvpj_p9MyHM&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xvpj_p9MyHM&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">TIRED? STRESSED? BE ENTERTAINED BY MR. SANTOS!</span></div>wisdom.sproutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14883562813178011796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677012568859490712.post-9007638597657154032011-04-01T22:40:00.000-07:002011-04-01T22:40:40.336-07:00NEW PROFILE PHOTOS WITH BABE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGpJhnyMmUQwwWuyD1ZSszLuIuQQXYlurJi2TQIKqCEuVK-0QdnjUchaZ3zo2dAjzzNXaVYDUIIbrvWz8A-PLgnT-j4KZ9mqO0lIaiGrJgZmwuibzkSCQC_JAXs5ZhlGAKg_Y7PSoMzzU/s1600/PROFPICMAT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGpJhnyMmUQwwWuyD1ZSszLuIuQQXYlurJi2TQIKqCEuVK-0QdnjUchaZ3zo2dAjzzNXaVYDUIIbrvWz8A-PLgnT-j4KZ9mqO0lIaiGrJgZmwuibzkSCQC_JAXs5ZhlGAKg_Y7PSoMzzU/s400/PROFPICMAT.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNMXQGu7oJKJ4J6iPe3BwKP6pbyabbO8tFZ8AJ9P7c11KHJAIpxn590FAuVYd1qKzwdv6tmBmf1yK4rlzWhhSo-NwyfYMw3CyLXc-Uk65QwqEFi6e5NfwbogNXiBSmJEsGOSIKp2gVux0/s1600/PROFPICWILNE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNMXQGu7oJKJ4J6iPe3BwKP6pbyabbO8tFZ8AJ9P7c11KHJAIpxn590FAuVYd1qKzwdv6tmBmf1yK4rlzWhhSo-NwyfYMw3CyLXc-Uk65QwqEFi6e5NfwbogNXiBSmJEsGOSIKp2gVux0/s400/PROFPICWILNE.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnzdSC3CzBxhCKWTgLWbxF85VINkNfrqqXAm37w04RisfJNIOD2LmRwLRqobw8f_06bMAtHAYcflcuCGTetQIAmihGAMhQL8jh6H-jNPauCDDiumT8OBxqvMn0h3_7BU1qw5w0O1Jm-is/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnzdSC3CzBxhCKWTgLWbxF85VINkNfrqqXAm37w04RisfJNIOD2LmRwLRqobw8f_06bMAtHAYcflcuCGTetQIAmihGAMhQL8jh6H-jNPauCDDiumT8OBxqvMn0h3_7BU1qw5w0O1Jm-is/s640/Untitled-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>wisdom.sproutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14883562813178011796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677012568859490712.post-88949804402851544512011-03-30T07:46:00.000-07:002011-03-30T10:38:37.664-07:00THE TWIST<div style="text-align: center;">well you may have read and shared the sorrow and anger i had with my earlier post <a href="http://mrfreespeaks.blogspot.com/2011/03/revelations-of-6-year-old-hopeful.html">THE REVELATIONS OF A 6-YEAR OLD HOPEFUL.</a> today i have decided to share with you another chapter, another revelation. This time, i'm taking away the angst and replacing it with guilt that i felt upon knowing... The Twist.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjGFOW4DaejZ2fC-mHd3fMIwDJkqZ6PVEBehi60EFIENtJrRn_JenZslSkSAeeq_Feb-AJKyLl_Uu70SjahIbTdCVURPcTfmcv0XRe4JEsrW361DwiDZwtTa9P4QjxWaxvXQDyP_mYv-k/s1600/DAD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjGFOW4DaejZ2fC-mHd3fMIwDJkqZ6PVEBehi60EFIENtJrRn_JenZslSkSAeeq_Feb-AJKyLl_Uu70SjahIbTdCVURPcTfmcv0XRe4JEsrW361DwiDZwtTa9P4QjxWaxvXQDyP_mYv-k/s640/DAD.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">'twas early 2009 when i was so excited to finish clearance, get away with school and fly.</div><div style="text-align: center;">by Flying i meant going to the States. and by going to the States i meant seeing him. </div><div style="text-align: center;">the man who i loathed so much and yet i greatly miss.<br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;">DAD.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"> The last time i saw him was on his last days in the archipelago. i was 2nd year highschool that time.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He was out of nowhere, I recieved a call from him and he told me he was leaving for good</div><div style="text-align: center;">and that he wanted to see me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">and i was "what the hell? for how many years you went silent and disappeared, and now your'e telling me your'e leaving for good?!"</div><div style="text-align: center;">But i said "alright,imma see you"<br />
anyways, we met in the mall, he was wearing sunglasses, a baseball cap, wore a polo and shorts matched with Adidas slippers. he was fatter the last time i saw him.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i was just staring at him. </div><div style="text-align: center;">NO hi, NO hug, NOTHING. just staring.</div><div style="text-align: center;">but i was really thinking deep inside.<br />
really deep.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> for how many years of not seeing him, now he's right in front of me,and i was pretending like i don't care and yet i really felt like hugging him and would want to talk to him about how i was, the achievements iv'e had in school, my activities, and more.<br />
just like all boys and dads do everyday<br />
:( </div><div style="text-align: center;">we talked. casually. bid our goodbyes. and he left.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I remained sitting from where we had our conversation. slightly stunned.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thinking. Mad at myself for not hugging him and talking to him and kissing him and telling him how i loved and will miss him.</div><div style="text-align: center;">it was such a fail.</div><div style="text-align: center;">this was 2005</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">now back to our story on almost summer 2009.</div><div style="text-align: center;">it has been 2 months already that dad hadn't been sending emails.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i wondered but anyways,</div><div style="text-align: center;">me, mum, aunt and uncle and my cousin were in Manila already.</div><div style="text-align: center;">prepping up for the embassy interview for my visa.</div><div style="text-align: center;">twas <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">April23</span></b> as far as i could remember.</div><div style="text-align: center;">the moment i woke up that day, 'twas gloomy, i felt really heavy as if a boulder was on me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i didn't feel like standing up.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i felt really awkward, really sickly.</div><div style="text-align: center;">AND I DO NOT KNOW WHY. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i stood up, took a bath, ate, went to the embassy,</div><div style="text-align: center;">fell in line, and sat on a bench inside the embassy waiting for our turn.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i didn't feel anxious, not excited either, nor nervous. I know this isn't normal</div><div style="text-align: center;">AND I DO NOT KNOW WHY.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">'twas my turn to talk with the console.</div><div style="text-align: center;">he asked me things and i tell you, we were laughing, conversing really well and it ran smoothly.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mr. console gave a smile, got his stamp and taaakkk!</div><div style="text-align: center;">stamped my application form:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>DENIED</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Sorry son, not your day."</div><div style="text-align: center;">felt it? OUCH. right?</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I went back to the hotel room. laughing FAKELY, saying to my mum and aunt that it was ok FAKELY,</div><div style="text-align: center;">smiling and getting myself busy FAKELY.</div><div style="text-align: center;">deep inside, my heart was crushed.</div><div style="text-align: center;">not because i can't got to Disneyland or Hollywood, not because i can't shop at Rodeo Drive, not because i can't see Vegas nor play in the streets of New York</div><div style="text-align: center;">but my heart was intensely crushed for i can't see him.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I can not see DAD.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">we went back to Cebu, and I tried to email dad about the news.</div><div style="text-align: center;">few days passed, no reply.</div><div style="text-align: center;">AND I DO NOT KNOW WHY.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">2 weeks have passed and i got an email from Tita Michelle (dad's new wife)</div><div style="text-align: center;">i can't really post the complete email but it goes kinda' like this:</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Hi Mon,</div><div style="text-align: center;">How're you? this is about your dad. he was brought to the hospital. he hasn't told you about</div><div style="text-align: center;">his condition because he doesn't want you to be bothered.</div><div style="text-align: center;">last <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">April23</span></b> he was brought to the hospital.</div><div style="text-align: center;">doctor's told us he had cancer cells. </div><div style="text-align: center;">now the doctor's told us he has Leukemia. help us pray for him mon. he wants his</div><div style="text-align: center;">condition to be in private lang sa, pray mon. pray for him..."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">i stopped reading the email.</div><div style="text-align: center;">immediately remembered the day i had my interview,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">APRIL23. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">now i know why i felt differentl that day.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i closed my eyes and words keep reverberating in my mind and ears.</div><div style="text-align: center;">"he has leukemia" </div><div style="text-align: center;">"he has leukemia" </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><b>"LEUKEMIA" </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">the moment i opened my eyes, i felt tears falling down.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i remember how painful it was, how hard it hit me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">"LEUKEMIA"</div><div style="text-align: center;">i may have hated my dad, but no matter how i turn the world, </div><div style="text-align: center;">HE IS STILL MY DAD. </div><div style="text-align: center;">:(</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">i don't care if dad told us not tell anyone. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i grabbed my computer chair, turned on my lappy,</div><div style="text-align: center;">started telling everyone about his condition</div><div style="text-align: center;">and asked them to PRAY. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i know and you guys who know me that i aint religious.</div><div style="text-align: center;">but i knew it was the only thing i can do despite the distance.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i called messaged everyone who knew dad, our relatives, my friends</div><div style="text-align: center;">and even my enemies to please pray for him.</div><div style="text-align: center;">twas late june that tita michelle sent us a CD.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i do not know what was in there but i gave it a try, placed it in the DVD player and turned the TV on.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">0.0</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">i was stunned.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">'twasn't a movie, 'twasn't compiled music</div><div style="text-align: center;">IT CONTAINED PICTURES.</div><div style="text-align: center;">PICTURES OF DAD IN THE ICU.</div><div style="text-align: center;">HE WAS THIN. REALLY THIN.</div><div style="text-align: center;">HE WAS SKIN AND BONE THIN, BALD</div><div style="text-align: center;">AND TUBES WERE EVERYWHERE.</div><div style="text-align: center;">and you know what's painful, you know what crushed my heart?</div><div style="text-align: center;">you know what made me cry?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>HE WAS SMILING.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>HE WAS SMILING GENUINELY WITH A THUMB UP ON HIS HAND.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">:((</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">i turned everything off.</div><div style="text-align: center;">went to bed.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i thought of the years dad was in Cebu.</div><div style="text-align: center;">the years where i was just a mile or two away from him.</div><div style="text-align: center;">the years when i had the chance to hug him tight and say how much i loved him.</div><div style="text-align: center;">gone were those years.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i missed it and all i know is im losing him soon.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">but for i for one knew that he'd never give up.</div><div style="text-align: center;">and i will never give up.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">i tried calling him and he answered. we talked.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i tried not to cry. </div><div style="text-align: center;">but once he told me:</div><div style="text-align: center;">"I WILL BE STRONG SON. YOU ARE MY STRENGTH. TAKE CARE OF YOUR BROTHERS, THINKING OF YOU MY CHILDREN MAKES ME STRONGER EVERYDAY."<br />
I can't help it but i was appalled,</div><div style="text-align: center;">i replied:</div><div style="text-align: center;">"YOU'VE BEEN BAD DAD, YOU'LL STAY LONGER, I WILL TAKE CARE OF THEM.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;">DON'T DIE YET, I WILL STILL SEE YOU. I WILL CARE FOR YOU."</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>"I LOVE YOU DAD" I said</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>"I LOVE YOU TOO SON." He replied.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">years have passed my friends.</div><div style="text-align: center;">dad has been fine. he have had various chemotherapies.<br />
and i thank the Filipino community in the States who have helped him<br />
Tita Michelle who have been there with Dad all the way and have been praying non-stop.</div><div style="text-align: center;">he's lost control over his right hand, been cancer free for quite awhile until this year, </div><div style="text-align: center;">doctor's told him they've found cancer cells again in his body.</div><div style="text-align: center;">but i will always rememebr what he has told me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>I WILL BE STRONG FOR HIM.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>I WILL SEE HIM.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>I WILL CARE FOR HIM.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>that no matter how far he is, i will let him feel that i am beside him. that i am holding his hands,squeezing it tight</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>and giving him the strength to fight.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>WHAT IS LEUKEMIA? </b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>WHAT IS DEATH?</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>OUR FAITH DEFIES ANYTHING IN IT'S PATH.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>AS LONG AS WE BELIEVE,</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>PRAY.LOVE.CARE</b></span><br />
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as what my dear friend <a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001056648585">Benralph Sanchez-Yu</a> (who's mum is undergoing the same thing as my dad) have said:<br />
<blockquote>If you think your'e beaten, you are. If you think you dare not, you don't. If you'd like to win but think you can't, obviously, YOU WON'T. In life, Success is not alwasys for the rich, the fastest or the strongest man. because sooner or later, </blockquote><blockquote><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> THE MAN WHO WINS, IS THE MAN WHO THINKS HE CAN.</span></b></blockquote>and i'd like to add,<br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> THE MAN WHO WANTS TO LIVE, IS THE MAN WHO THINKS HE WILL!</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">:)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">IF YOU ARE READING THIS,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I ASK AND BEG YOU.</div><div style="text-align: center;">PRAY FOR HIM.</div><div style="text-align: center;">and FOR BEN'S MUM AND FOR ALL THOSE WHO ARE SUFFERING FROM CANCER,THOSE WHO ARE SICK AND ILL.</div><div style="text-align: center;">PLEASE DO.</div><div style="text-align: center;">and if you guys have your dad there beside you, give them a kiss, a hug</div><div style="text-align: center;">SAY TO HIM HOW MUCH YOU LOVE HIM.</div><div style="text-align: center;">you might not know, it may be the last time you'll be together.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><b>indeed, you will know the true worth of a person when they're gone.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>wisdom.sproutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14883562813178011796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677012568859490712.post-26861615234357693362011-03-30T02:39:00.000-07:002011-03-30T02:39:05.473-07:00WATCH OUT!<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">THE TWIST!</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYMjVVbE7AP-M1LVLFJORp7tAChHz57s0Gobu2wjkxigJkvyzv0eoYtcFq8kv67ZOQlxG86DG8Ew-2zIzRR5Qxmy1tCO-v0PSU1MynVoaZrt5qNzgD6_G7kc1jduyNSUYt2Vzzp2FikOk/s1600/LE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYMjVVbE7AP-M1LVLFJORp7tAChHz57s0Gobu2wjkxigJkvyzv0eoYtcFq8kv67ZOQlxG86DG8Ew-2zIzRR5Qxmy1tCO-v0PSU1MynVoaZrt5qNzgD6_G7kc1jduyNSUYt2Vzzp2FikOk/s320/LE.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">SOON!</div>wisdom.sproutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14883562813178011796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677012568859490712.post-72308248661288103762011-03-28T21:21:00.000-07:002011-03-31T10:11:04.788-07:00NEVER SAY NEVER<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">well goodmorning earthlings, i strted my day really bad (well not that aweful)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">me and my research group were suppose to go down south at 8am and guess what, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I WOKE UP EFFIN LATE! though sad and had a gloomy awakening. ill be giving you guys</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">another inspiring topic. A topic all of you graduating students should have. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>PERSEVERANCE.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">as my friend <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Noah_Webster">Noah Webster</a> describes it :<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; color: #333333; cursor: default; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;">steady</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; color: #333333; cursor: default; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;">persistence</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;">in</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;">a</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; color: #333333; cursor: default; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;">course</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;">of</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;">action,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;">a</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;">purpose,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;">a</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;">state,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; color: #333333; cursor: default; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;">etc.,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; color: #333333; cursor: default; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;">especially</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; color: #333333; cursor: default; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;">in</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; color: #333333; cursor: default; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;">spite</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;">of</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; color: #333333; cursor: default; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;">difficulties,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;">obstacles,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;">or </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;">discouragement.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJlDHCjm-DwGpcZ1gB2sgb3uGM5qcD6XnjTkQrdokJ8-ty_HJjmZhphZd5eOwMHJehs0PIalUrcQwasQ2QEHk3wF5OJOIT6PuN5kGRD_SeTfNnlUD9x4WnM38QBFbcuIDb4oi_iyzHqcM/s1600/ww.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.25em;">and to all CDU Nursing 4th years and graduating Seniors, never be </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">deceived</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.25em;"> with lacking requirements, never give up on discouraging words from your mentors, always believe on what you can do. just think about not graduating. DYOU WANT TO BE LEFT ALONE while your classmates and barkadas are walking on the isle with </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">accompanying</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.25em;"> graduation hymn while your at the back sit, looking at them with envy?</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">or would you rather, stand out proud, your family and friends cheering your name as you walk to the stage accepting that very diploma, a symbol of your four, hard-earned years in CDU CN. four long years of notes-writing, pretests and postests, research paper redseign and revamps, four long years of friendship and </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span id="hotword" style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; color: #333333; cursor: default; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;">camaraderie. </span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span id="hotword" style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; color: #333333; cursor: default; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; line-height: 20px;">was thingking my next blog would be 'bout men''s fashion. so men out there,be inspired and now, with the right get up!</span></span><br />
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</b></span></div>wisdom.sproutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14883562813178011796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677012568859490712.post-48040535692372036832011-03-28T11:23:00.000-07:002011-03-28T11:54:35.462-07:00revelations of a 6-year old hopeful<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;">There is nothing ugly; I never saw an ugly thing in my life: for let the form of an object be what it may, light, shade, and perspective will always make it beautiful…</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;">it was when i was 6 when destiny hated my family. it was when all good memories of my youthful rendezvous in the midst of my youth faded. it was when everything is perfect. i picture it out as paradise, it was when the MATT you know as a child, had a lil’ something about the world he's around.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;">it was when my dad left us. he broke up with mom and went away from us for good. FOR GOOD!</span></span><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;">but u know what? it was nothing. what would a 6-year-old kid think off breaking up? no idea at all. not a single thing nor a bit of knowledge. but i've got something no one else knew. that being a kid isn't a hindrance of being a catalyst of change, of changing peoples perspectives through his meek voice and actions. that being young and small isn't a hindrance in making great decisions. that at every step a child should be allowed to meet the real experiences of life; the thorns should never be plucked from its rose…for the wounds may scar,but the experience alone shall stay as long as the roses wilt.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">yes your'e right…baby ramon,dodong matt or baby Bogart(they called me after my late grandpa) can bring back his parents </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">relationship </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">(brave but </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">courageous</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"> i am).</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;">But ladies and gentlemen, for more than thirteen years of hoping and pushing my goal of bringing back my parents together, i realized and had my eyes opened., i was left jaw-dropped. i was just too ambitious. yes, i knew that the day i had the urge of pursuing my goal..but i continued not minding the consequences that lie ahead..i didn't care about the stumbles and bruises i had..they served as my guide and stepping stones in continuing what i have had started; in finishing the race…all the joy, all the uncertainties, and all the solitude of childhood suddenly came back to me..but unfortunately..there’s NO finish line, nor a crowd cheering for me to win…and u know what was the hardest part? there was NO RACE AT ALL!!!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;">after all the sacrifice and hard work i've dOnE..after every bit of energy i used..after all the sweat and blood i gave away just to bring my parents back together, after all the gushing tears i wiped from the pursuit of my heart and mind …it was all nothing..no use at all..</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;">my dad had another girl..and guess what?! they had babies already..i mean not just one but three…two named after my second name…RENZ MATTHEW…REIN MATTHEW…and ROSE MARY…hahaha..sounds funny right? but the thought of having another family..another branch of our clan..was as painful as the feeling i had wen he left us..phhheeewww…my dad can’t have enough…maybe he doesn't know the term</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;">CONTENTMENT…RESPONSIBILTY…UNITY….and FAMILY…it was nothin though…nothin compared to the feeling mom had when he left us…</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;">thats why im so proud of mah mom! he raised us(me and my brother) with blood and sweat..giving her all juz to let us eat 3 times a day…she is 2 in 1…she did dad’s part…she accepted the responsibilities of bein both a mother and a father without complainin…we had education,proper clothing,healthy body, bright minds, shelter and especially…same attention and love a child can get with complete parents…all that we had from our mom..imagine:juz mah mom,without a single penny from dad nor his presence was there..she’s a super mom indeed! so guyz..im really proud of mah mom! if i were to choose from a million pesos or mah mon..hehehehe…yah..no need to ask mah answer..its obvious..even if mah life would be at stake juz to save mah mom’s life..</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;">well..13years have passed..and there's more to come…but the horizon is clear..now that i'm in the right age..i'm well informed..knowledgable about my past…its very clear…that DAD and MOM can't be DAD and MOM oncemore…well,i guess i could have mom and tito or dad and tita…no more dad and mom. thats reality..that’s the world….that’s God’s will…yeah..expect the world to be unfair..sumtyms we need to accept that things are bound to happen;in the right time,in the right place and with the right people…</span></span><br />
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</span></b></span></div>wisdom.sproutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14883562813178011796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677012568859490712.post-76948195679034333262011-03-27T22:34:00.000-07:002011-03-27T22:38:02.786-07:00GOODBYES<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><b>now certainly this topic seems to talk about hurting and tears. Parting is such a sorrowful phenomenon everyone's trying to avoid, or somehow the last thing they'd ever do (well unless your'e with an unemployed boyfriend who's a douche bag).</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> As my friend <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Bach">Richard Bach</a> one said</span><br />
<blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">Don't be dismayed at goodbyes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetime, is certain for those who are friends."</span></span></blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"> but with this topic, i want to focus more on the GOODBYES of Lovers. such a torment to individuals who promised each other FOREVER and yet ended with NEVER. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">i faced numerous goodbyes in my life, but nothing like this today. nothing as HARD as today. nothing as DIFFICULT as today. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">well i can't really say much about this GOODBYE for now, imma tell u as soon as everything's settled.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">as the line goes in Annie,</span><br />
<blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"> "</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard."</span></span></blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">but still saying goodbye to a person who you made your life, who you treasured so much, and who you have been sharing your success and failures will perhaps be a death to my heart and mind. well a temporary death i may say.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">and mind you, it only takes another POWERFUL SOMEONE WHO WILL LOVE YOU INTENSELY to relive your dying heart, to regain the strength to move on.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">gone are the days of diversional activities. the more you distract yourself with work, the more pressure your heart and mind exerts just to remind you that they are dying.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">i dont believe in not recovering for such a long time. it only needs a day or 3 to get that stinging thorn that aches your heart.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">well i say, TAKE THE PAIN, FEEL IT, SUFFER A BIT, CRY IT OUT, SHOUT, AND THEN COMPOSE YOURSELF. GO OUT OF THE BED, SHOP! PLAY! AND MOVE ON!</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">a good movie for you would be <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0fq5dd0C60">DEAR JOHN</a></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Goodbyes are not forever.<br />
Goodbyes are not the end.<br />
They simply mean I'll miss you<br />
Until we meet again!!</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">comment below your latest GOODBYE moments, how you took the pain and how you moved on. or just simply what is GOODBYE for you. ill be waitin luv!</span></span><br />
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</span></span>wisdom.sproutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14883562813178011796noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677012568859490712.post-92081521558655434252011-03-27T09:25:00.000-07:002011-03-28T06:48:36.740-07:00FRIENDSHIP<div style="text-align: center;">now i want my first topic to be something really interesting. not so glamorous yet something every person can relate and surely need. </div><div style="text-align: center;">WHO WOULDN'T NEED FRIENDS ANYWAY?</div><div style="text-align: center;">everyday i live my life differently.spotaneously.and of course happily no matter</div><div style="text-align: center;">what kind of weather hinders me not to be.</div><div style="text-align: center;">This wouldnt be possible without them, my FRIENDS.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Honestly, i'm used to be betrayed, dishonored, trashed,dumped with the so called "fake-friends".<br />
but as life goes on, i learned to stand up, rise up from shit and pick myself up.<br />
as Buddha said "<span class="body" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast; a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind.</span> "<br />
i continuously search the right crowd that i'd fit in and call them TRUE FRIENDS FOREVER.<br />
i want to be with people who would actually and genuinely care, who would not only be with me<br />
in good times, but with my downfalls as well. People who would understand the loud,crazy and egotistic me.<br />
i wanna be with the crowd who would be blunt-honest to whatever is negative with what i am wearing, whether a garment would make me look even shorter,if my hair-do isn't that fab<br />
or the just plain simple "MATT YOURE A PILE OF SHIT TODAY,COMPOSE YOURSELF SO WE CAN GO SHOPPING!"<br />
as life brought me to college, i have been in different pile of shits, well, not really. life brought me to a roller coaster of friend hopping, a blender of who to be with and not to be with, group shuffling i may say.<br />
ive seen alot, heard alot and said alot.<br />
NOW, i am pretty glad life and destiny brought this cute lil angels to me, theyre not my friends, they are my TRUE FRIENDS. blunt and honest, loud and crazy but they are the truest among the true. they are always there when tears start falling, NINA's hand is always there to slap me in my face when i commit a completely stupid thing with my love life. and APRIL's messages are always there to comfort me and make me feel that i am the best person in the world. of course with the "goodmorning matt, uhmmmm.hmmm. thank you,mwahh"<br />
we are friends and i do like to tell the world that i have both of you, i wouldn't mind getting scolded just because of you, i wouldnt mind losing my Iphone just for both of you, and i wouldn't mind getting lost anywhere,anytime as long as i'm with both of you.<br />
to the world you may be just one person, but for me, YOU ARE MY WORLD.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">PANGAGS</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">our name says it all. </span></span></b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">RAMON MATTHEW BASABE. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">NINA FAY AGUILLON. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">ALEXA APRIL LOU MANALES</span><br />
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and here are some FRIENDSHIPs that i do admire for their love for each other and the undying support for every single friend in the group. truly they're truer than TRUE.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">JEK</span></b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">the sisterhood. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">JELYN CARMONA. KIM ARCHE. ELMICHELLE LUMANTA. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">ERESA CAGAMPANG. KTINE OBENZA. ELNA JUBAY</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">i want this site to be interactive, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">to be full of hopes and wisdom.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">LET ME BE YOUR ADVISER, MENTOR AND PROBLEM SOLVER</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> my first post!</span><br />
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