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By the time I am doing this post, my laptop's pretty much broken and my dear dollie's already a week old. &lt;i&gt;Darn. She's growing up way to fast. /sob&lt;/i&gt; And as promised, I'm doing a quick introduction of her as well as a quick review of the shop where I got her.&lt;/div&gt;
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I got the Romantic Alice Pullip doll from &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/DollDreamsHobbyShop" target="_blank"&gt;The Hobby Shop&lt;/a&gt;. Of course, being a not-so-noob when it comes to buying items from outside the country via an online shop, I made sure that the one that I will be making the transaction with is very much, and without any doubt, &lt;i&gt;reliable.&lt;/i&gt; And they were. They kept me posted even if they were regularly updating their Facebook page - &lt;i&gt;a huge plus&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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I was actually supposed to get an Alice du Jardin doll but alas, it was out-of-stock. Luckily, this cutie's offered on the same price as my first option.&lt;/div&gt;
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Even before she arrived in the country, I already know that I will be naming her &lt;i&gt;Sofria&lt;/i&gt;. It was actually a name of a kid in one of my stories. Of course, we can all call her &lt;i&gt;Fria&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Does a chicken wing gets hot when you turn it on? Oh sorry for that. In any case, I'll be off to another indefinite and unnecessary hiatus from blogging. My &lt;a href="http://anjhelikah.deviantart.com/" target="_blank"&gt;deviantART&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://anjhelikah.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Livejournal&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://instagram.com/anjhelikah" target="_blank"&gt;Instagram&lt;/a&gt; account will still be updated and I can still access my &lt;a href="mailto:anjhelikah@hotmail.com" target="_blank"&gt;email&lt;/a&gt; so I think I can still get back to your messages and such. &lt;i&gt;Teehee&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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After torturing my eyes with the cuteness of the sea lions, getting a bit of headache from the jellyfish exhibit and having to deal with dizziness right after the musical fountain show... We finally found ourselves inside the Oceanarium.&lt;/div&gt;
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I might post a second part regarding this particular attraction once I figure things out with my &lt;i&gt;still dead&lt;/i&gt; lappy.&lt;/div&gt;
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Not too excited to see this particular show since I can get oh-so-crappy when my eyes gets exposed to too much light... &lt;i&gt;Boohoo&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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The third stop for our little tour around Manila Ocean Park was to see the jellies! They're cute and all that but they did caused me some headache... No worries, I blame the lighting of the entire place.&lt;/div&gt;
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Don't you just love the interior that would greet you as you enter the building of Manila Ocean Park? It's like, &lt;i&gt;whoa!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Or was it just me? LOL. Anyway, I just love how its hallways are not crowded since I hate being in a crowd. &lt;i&gt;Too much strangers would always be tiring.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I had to once again delete all of my drafts because... I simply liked the idea of deleting every single one of 'em. Yes, I am sort of &lt;i&gt;insane&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;at the moment but here are some photos from one of those rare days where I was considered &lt;i&gt;sane&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;enough. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;
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The government wasn't lying when they've decided to use the &lt;i&gt;It's more fun in the Philippines&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;tagline to promote tourism in the country. I mean, you can surely find a couple of square meters of land within any place in the country which can bring you solace. It is, again, just a matter of how we perceive things.&lt;/div&gt;
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I may be afraid of being in deep parts of water but there's no stopping me from adoring marine life in general. I mean, even the scary sharks and crocodiles are pretty! Luckily, there's a quick and cheap way to enjoy the life down under without actually going into the water just to see them up-close.&lt;/div&gt;
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I can't make any plant live- &lt;b&gt;not even a humble cactus&lt;/b&gt;. But that does not mean that I cannot continue appreciating 'em right? So here's another bunch of photos from our little trip to Intramuros.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Flora&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;edition. I took the freedom of tweaking the colors a bit, &lt;i&gt;so yeah&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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I'd like to ask everyone to pray for a dear friend's recovery. She is currently going through the awful chemotherapy to cure her lymphoma. Prayer's already pouring down on her but additional ones wouldn't hurt either. She's a great person and all, and she truly deserves to beat the darn cancer soon.&lt;/div&gt;
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Fuerza de Santiago otherwise known as Fort Santiago is one of those beautiful spots inside Intramuros. I opted to have a separate photo dump just because I am too lazy to go through my photos when I have this strong urge to share almost every photo that I have taken in the area.&lt;br /&gt;
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Taking the role of being a crappy photographer right after the graduation ceremony. And yes, I &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to wear a shirt that screams "I studied in a La Salle school!"&lt;/div&gt;
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The ceremony ended at around 12 noon and we reached home by 1:00 PM. &lt;i&gt;Le&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;aunt helped with the cooking. Then again, I wasn't a fan of her cooking that day unlike before. It's a shame since the shrimps were bigger than usual and I had no choice but to turn them down because they were dry and the taste was a bit off. Luckily, the good old chicken was there to save my intestines.&lt;/div&gt;
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I love this pair but they're a pain! I wouldn't mind it at all if it wasn't for the couple of centimeters left as an allowance. Most size 6 shoes fits me well but this one doesn't which gave me a hard time walking around during the baccalaureate mass and graduation ceremony. &lt;i&gt;At least I didn't trip or anything&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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I've got to love my best friend for giving me the most personalized gift up to date. I may be materialistic at times but I certainly think that handmade ones are still the best thing that I could receive from anyone. Well &lt;i&gt;le&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;busy best friend gave me a cute drawing of that characters of Anohana. And yes, she finished it up while sitting beside me. &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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I did it. &lt;i&gt;We&lt;/i&gt; did it. I am now an official part of the&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;unemployed&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;sector of our country. &lt;i&gt;Huzzah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Le&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;hair's not black anymore. Heck, my hair's turning brown-ish to start with. Anyway... I had mine dyed in &lt;i&gt;dark blond&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;just in time for the baccalaureate mass. Also, I'm considering having it curled the same way just so I could get away with &lt;i&gt;le&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;bad hair days.&lt;/div&gt;
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It's funny how we found ourselves seated on the front row when we were sitting at the very back during the general rehearsal. Anyway, we had fun dodging the video camera in front while the others had their fair share of "screen time."&lt;/div&gt;
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Ohai unemployment! Ohai temporary bum life!&lt;/div&gt;
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"I want to be the best."&lt;/div&gt;
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There is a huge possibility that you'd end up hearing those words upon asking any person from any age group on what they would want to be some time in the future. And I won't make myself as an exemption. Twenty years of existence and I would often have this thought that if a person wants to survive in this world then he has no choice but to be the best. But of course, being &lt;i&gt;the best&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;is relative.&lt;/div&gt;
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Your definition of success could be different from mine. And the exact same thing goes with how we view the word &lt;i&gt;best&lt;/i&gt;. What's best for me might be mediocre for others. But you know what? Nothing else should matter except for your own opinion.&lt;/div&gt;
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It's not how you make yourself stay on top of the chain anyway... Rather, how you managed to reach the top of it. &lt;i&gt;Was it worth all the sacrifices? Were those sacrifices been put into good use?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I honestly wouldn't know... Not until the level of goodness is determined. Then again, what's the basis of being good or evil? Especially when one's to throw the infamous "&lt;i&gt;the end does not justify the means&lt;/i&gt;" line straight onto your face. &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;. I seriously am not making any sense. &lt;i&gt;Huzzah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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No worries though, 'cause even though we cannot go back in time to correct our wrong doings, there's always this never-ending series of chances to start over again. And all you've got to place on your checklist is whether or not you have enough determination to live life in a different way.&lt;/div&gt;
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And here's a couple of photos from our baccalaureate mass held on the 16th of April 2013... A day before our actual commencement exercise. &lt;i&gt;Yay!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Forgive the harassed look. &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;. And the lack of decent photos as well. Of course, all the blame's to be placed on my unreasonable level of anxiety. &lt;i&gt;Teehee&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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When I say that no one deserves to be put down and none of us have the right to put others down, it seemed not to reflect perfectly in my own life. Apparently, this path keeps on putting me down and I had no choice but to struggle on my own to keep at least a spark of those dreams that I have up but definitely far from others' prying eyes.&lt;/div&gt;
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Since I really have nothing to look forward to in my life, I always find myself sharing almost everything that I find fascinating to the people around me. I am not really looking for any positive/encouraging response, however, since all I want is for others to hear me out even for a moment and actually give me a tiny amount of time to actually live by with some crappy things to look forward to. I tell you, these things are &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;important to me. As I was saying, even though I am not expecting any form of response, I almost always end up hearing neutral to negative feedback from these people.&lt;/div&gt;
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Not too long ago, I found myself fascinated with BJDs and Pullips. They're expensive, I know, but I cannot stop myself from hoping to own at least one of each. Due to my anxieties, I am now contented by eyeing them through my laptop and dreaming that I'd get the chance to buy one someday... But whenever I talk about them, people would say that they're too expensive, totally not worth it, and that I am too old for dolls. It might be too shallow, that those comments never fail to make me feel really upset. My life doesn't have any direction at the moment and this fascination's like a flashlight to help me get by this tunnel. Alas! It isn't durable enough and it seemed like people would rather have me walking pointlessly under the dark.&lt;/div&gt;
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Actually, I can't remember a single time where I was &lt;i&gt;encouraged&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to pursue something. No one seemed to find it interesting to stick with me- &lt;i&gt;relatives and friends included&lt;/i&gt;. No one dares to check up on me or even ask out of courtesy on what I am up to or if I am still pursuing the fascination that I have shared with them before. That probably is the reason why I tend to laugh these fascinations off when I get asked on whether or not I am serious about something, on why I often say that I am not really interested on it when in fact, I am dying to have it all for myself. Slowly, my mind was then programmed to interpret these fascinations as something way too silly to be pursued... &lt;i&gt;If not totally unattainable by someone who is as unstable as me&lt;/i&gt;. The funny thing is that I cannot bring myself to have the same mindset over someone else's dreams/fascinations.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am actually one of those person who would rather leave a neutral comment if someone were to share his/her plans in life with me. Oftentimes, you can also hear me asking or saying things that makes that person think of alternative plans and on what can he/she find at the end of it. I honestly don't know that I am doing it, and have not really realized it until now. Anyway, it doesn't change the fact that after talking to me, that person still have that dream intact and probably with something more.&lt;br /&gt;
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My introverted side suggests that perhaps I am just over thinking again and that I am being unreasonably sensitive about another person's comment. Then again, maybe all I wanted to hear is some encouragement towards that dream that meant a lot for someone like me. &lt;i&gt;Have I been contradicting myself over and over again? Sorry but I have composed this post on two separate days and I really don't like reading what I have said on the first day. LOL.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Dreams, aspirations, or whatever you would like to call it definitely makes a human &lt;i&gt;a human&lt;/i&gt;. It encourages all other emotions and/or traits to come out of us- and we might not be even aware that we are capable of doing. If life and time won't stop for nothing, then so are dreams. It is, anyway, for a person who started it to continue believing in and to pursue.&lt;br /&gt;
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You've guessed it right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I am now slowly falling back into the deepest part of this tunnel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;And this time, I have no intention of moving forward in search of its end. I am not going to let myself be saved. All I am looking forward to is death and the courage to finally put an end onto things.&lt;/div&gt;
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I've been suffering to some nights where I can't pull myself to sleep. To be honest, I could care less if it would be sound or not. All I wanted to have is some time off which can only be offered by a couple of hours worth of sleep.&lt;/div&gt;
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A friend of mine isn't feeling well at the moment (haven't got the chance to talk with her, to be honest) and I could not help but feel rather low upon seeing how people showered her with words of comfort. I am not jealous. I just feel bad. I mean, &lt;b&gt;why can't people with mental health issues have the same kind of comfort from the world around them?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My so-called habit of reading materials regarding depression when I can't pull myself to sleep at night did not help. Of course it wouldn't. &lt;i&gt;Oh well&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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I honestly think that of all illness ever been discovered by experts, the one that directly affects one's mental health is the most difficult to face. Compared to serious ones like &lt;i&gt;cancer&lt;/i&gt;, these mental illnesses have no definite solution but &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;alone. Compared to diseases that relies 90% on medication, medication for mental illnesses only serves as an instrument to balance things out. But I am no expert. I have no voice with regards to this in real life. I cannot bring myself in front and tell people straight into their face these thoughts of mine...&lt;/div&gt;
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I am a not-so-huge fan of history. If I were to choose between a sci-fi and a history film, I'd definitely choose the latter. Don't ask me when it all started though since I really have no idea.&lt;/div&gt;
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But that probably explains my fascination with historical sites in the country. And so, one Tuesday afternoon, we set off to Intramuros. Luckily there were enough empty seats at the very back of the bus going to Lawton that I was able to doze off.&lt;/div&gt;
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The photos on this batch came from Nikon. Yes, I'm too lazy to go through every photos that I have decided to just divide this into several blog entries. &lt;i&gt;Yipee!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;None of the photos were edited. Resized, yes... But not edited.&lt;/div&gt;
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This may sound really odd but I just love everything about the Spanish era. 'Cause let us admit it, some of the nicest places in the country has been built during that so-called dark era. The stories from this time are also classic in their own way and more interesting (for me at least) than those stories from the American and/or Japanese occupation.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've been gaining weight in a faster phase than usual. Luckily, I could shed a pound or two by just rushing to the restroom an hour or so after I have had my meal. &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;. Still, I am suffering from the trouble of getting myself into my years-old pair of jeans and shorts. &lt;i&gt;Boohoo&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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One Sunday morning, after attending a mass, I found myself dying of hunger inside a Chowking branch. It's a breather since we often have the meal in Jollibee and it really has been a long, &lt;i&gt;long&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;while since we've eaten breakfast on the said food store.&lt;/div&gt;
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Fairly decent photos &lt;i&gt;'ayt?&lt;/i&gt; Enough luck with a point-and-shoot camera and playing around with Photoshop really makes a difference even for an inexperienced person like me.&lt;/div&gt;
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The drinks as well as the siomai came to our table after minutes of waiting. &lt;i&gt;Alas!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I cannot devour it since there are no utensil counter in sight and the one who placed it on our table did not even bother giving us at least one. And so, I refused to take shots of my meal since I was &lt;i&gt;soooooooooooooooooo&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;hungry by then. Yes, I am one hell of an unsatisfied customer.&lt;/div&gt;
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I cannot seem to get the hang of crocheting and there's absolutely no one to blame but myself. &lt;i&gt;Sad, sad life&lt;/i&gt;. Weeks since my first attempt to get into it, I am still not familiar with anything- not even the basics for crying out loud! &lt;i&gt;Pathetic&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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After such a long time, I found myself messing up with a ball of red yarn. And &lt;i&gt;tadaaa!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's a bit huge for a Barbie's head and a bit loose for a MyScene doll. And after a day or two, I've managed to make &lt;i&gt;Chelsea&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;model the darn hat for me.&lt;/div&gt;
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After a couple of messed up shots, Chelsea threw the hat back at me. Luckily, Key was hanging around with my dog figurines and that she was more than willing to &lt;i&gt;play&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;with the darn hat.&lt;/div&gt;
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PS. I'm going to post the photos above on my &lt;a href="http://anjhelikah.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Livejournal&lt;/a&gt; blog a.k.a. toy-related blog in a couple of days.&lt;/div&gt;
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So I woke up one Sunday morning just to see a priest doing his sermon over a local television channel. I wasn't really a fan of such &lt;i&gt;gimmick&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;but what I heard that particular morning stunned me... And was too shocking not to be blogged. &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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He said something about the political aspect and the people behind it and on how none of the current officials of the government, the president included, not being competent enough to run our country. Even stating something like a household needs around 30,000 pesos otherwise, they're considered poor and that doesn't reflect the reports saying that the country's economic status is actually getting better.&lt;/div&gt;
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According to the &lt;a href="http://www.chanrobles.com/philsupremelaw2.html#.UXOCy6Iy0SY" target="_blank"&gt;1987 Constitution&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;i&gt;the separation of Church and State shall be inviolable. &lt;/i&gt;I may be one of those who chose to remain a Catholic despite her weird religious views, but with all the interference that the Church is causing with regards to the passing of certain bills and laws? &lt;i&gt;Oh dear&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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I guess it is safe to say that the Church is close-minded and even harder to discipline than the most annoying kid in a classroom. Let's admit it, &lt;i&gt;the Church&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;was able to establish itself as something that is righteous no matter what the situation is. We seek for their words each time. Yes, there's absolutely nothing wrong with that but I cannot help but wonder when will the people finally have the guts to stand up for their own life. And I really am getting sick of hearing the Church's view on almost everything - including that of the matters of the State.&lt;/div&gt;
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Then I found myself being dragged out of our house while wearing my favorite wedges. Of course, I regretted letting &lt;i&gt;le&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;parents drag me into hearing an actual sermon when I just heard one of the worst sermons in my entire lifetime. And yes, I'd be publishing it on another post.&lt;/div&gt;
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In the meantime, here's a couple more photos of my obese Japanese Spitz named ChaCha.&lt;/div&gt;
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Until then, &lt;i&gt;toodles!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A &lt;i&gt;not-so-late&lt;/i&gt; post from moi... and a quick one too.&lt;/div&gt;
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So we went to SM Mall of Asia one Sunday morning... &lt;i&gt;which happens to be the so-called &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Black Day&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;for Koreans.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anyway, we went straight to the said mall right after the mass.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;And damn I missed those bus rides from Cavite going to Manila. &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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So there's me walking together with my cousin and mom. &lt;i&gt;Le Pops&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;took the photo without us even knowing it... And why did I looked so darn wide on this photo? /&lt;i&gt;le endless sob&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I basically forced everyone to go with me for the sake of the on-going sales. I know that the 70% off thing's not going to start until the 19th but Forever21 as well as Topshop's already holding theirs. And now that I've mentioned the 70% off thing again, I am feeling the slight itch to drag &lt;i&gt;le 'rents &lt;/i&gt;on the 19th.&lt;/div&gt;
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Then the time for a food-full (&lt;strike&gt;that's not even a word!&lt;/strike&gt;) of lunch came and I still haven't got myself anything fancy! Well at least I was able to eat shrimp for lunch. The &lt;i&gt;dinuguan&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;was amazing too but I wasn't able to take photos of each variant. &lt;i&gt;Another reason on why I can't pursue the food blogging thing&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Practicing the non-existing photography skill. &lt;i&gt;LOL.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;For some reason, watching these people doing their thing on top of the ice rink makes me regret not being brave and adventurous enough to try it out when I was younger. That would have had helped me a lot in the posture and balance aspect.&lt;/div&gt;
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Oh yes. &lt;i&gt;Oh hail the Cotton On!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was able to get two cover-up/cardigan from the brand. Don't you dare ask me why on earth would I buy such during this season because all I could say is that it is too comfortable to be worn out even with this darn heat hitting our country!&lt;/div&gt;
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I love &lt;i&gt;le new toy&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;but I still can't get the hang of it. Luckily, the camera's kind enough to give me decent shots most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;
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And then I treated myself for a huge cup of caramel cream frappuccino from Starbucks.&lt;/div&gt;
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Here's a really quick and random update:&lt;/div&gt;
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Say &lt;i&gt;Ohai!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to my cousin. He's been staying with us for almost a week now and I've got to say that my communication skills still sucks. &lt;i&gt;Big time&lt;/i&gt;. The two of us have yet to have a fancy chit-chat. Also, I am feeling bad on how he gets sent by &lt;i&gt;le&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;mom to the store instead of yours truly... I, however, don't feel bad for making him watch scary movies with me. &lt;i&gt;LOL.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;And K-pop stuff too!&lt;/div&gt;
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And then there's the stressed Siopao. I think he hates the household now for having too many strangers. First was my cousin and now my &lt;i&gt;Pops. &lt;/i&gt;But I need not to worry that much since his appetite has not changed at all.&lt;/div&gt;
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And meet my new toy, a Nikon Coolpix P510 which is &lt;i&gt;way&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;better than my Samsung PL120... &lt;i&gt;I think&lt;/i&gt;. A bit bulky for a person like me, but whatever. At least it's not a mind-boggling DSLR. And better photos for &lt;i&gt;le bloggie! &lt;/i&gt;It really saves me from the trouble of editing my photos via Photoshop. Yes, all the photos here are &lt;i&gt;raw&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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I also got this perfume from my &lt;i&gt;Ninong&lt;/i&gt;. I may not be a fan of such perfume (expensive thingies that really goes away with the wind), but it doesn't mean that I cannot appreciate 'em, right? Well I still have to use up all my other perfume and cologne before finally opening this thing for consumption. &lt;strike&gt;That sounded weird&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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My Lappy's saved! Ohai 500GB extra space! But as much as I would like to finally save my Lappy from its dying state, I just can't pull my attention together. I mean I have loads of movie to watch and the new camera's getting all of my extra attention. &lt;i&gt;Darn! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I can't wait to get my hands on that... Forget it&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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So I finally renamed &lt;i&gt;le&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;blog. I got it from the English translation for the OP of the anime called &lt;i&gt;Kimi Ni Todoke &lt;/i&gt;(I'm re-watching the first season!). And yes, you can somehow &lt;i&gt;touch&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;those &lt;i&gt;untouched&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;feelings of &lt;i&gt;moi&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;here. Tee-hee-hee.&lt;/div&gt;
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So that's what happens when you were waken up by your mom during your luxurious afternoon nap. &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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To be quite honest, I forgot the stuff that I was intending to put up here on my blog. Or maybe I'm just too lazy to go through my photos and Tumblr blog (since I sometimes get inspiration from the things that I am reblogging).&lt;/div&gt;
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While most of the people from my batch are busy hunting for jobs, here I am, contemplating on what I would really want to do with my life. &lt;i&gt;I believed that I am still not prepared enough to get the simplest job out there&lt;/i&gt;. Heck, I can't even fully remember the basics of management and human resource. Plus, I think that I ought to learn more before finally bombarding companies with my crappy resume.&lt;/div&gt;
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Going for a second course is an option but the easiest way to go around it is to attend several training and seminar. I found some HR-related and office-related ones via Jobstreet but I am quite unsure of what I should take. &lt;strike&gt;Le budget limits me to one or two seminars&lt;/strike&gt;. And the fact that I'd be left all by my self did not help. &lt;strike&gt;Hate the socially anxious side of me&lt;/strike&gt;. Oh well... The good ones are scheduled on June (though there are nice ones scheduled in the month of May as well) and I really should stop worrying since it doesn't provide that much help in the end anyway.&lt;/div&gt;
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"So what's the biggest mistake that you have done during your internship?"&lt;br /&gt;"I... &lt;i&gt;blah, blah, blah...&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"And what did you do after that?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I... &lt;i&gt;blah, blah, blah-&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"Refrain from procrastinating?"&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"That you were lazying around. That you should have had it done before the day ended."&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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I may be the laziest person around but everyone should know that I wasn't anywhere near that persona when I was rendering my on-the-job training... &lt;i&gt;And I cannot believe that my ComWork professor told me that&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Puhlease&lt;/i&gt;, he doesn't even know how a &lt;i&gt;real &lt;/i&gt;interview goes. &lt;strike&gt;'Cause he's a Philosophy and Theology graduate with a Masters in English-&lt;i&gt;thingy... &lt;/i&gt;and his so-called &lt;i&gt;accent&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;annoys the hell out of me.&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;I even heard that some of my classmates were asked to sell a book/pen and think of 10 ways on how a tissue could be used. It's funny how my classmate asked me that and I ended up saying. "&lt;i&gt;It can turn into something that I could throw at you, Sir.&lt;/i&gt;" If my interview in the future ends up like that (sales thingy) then I just might get my resume back and walk out of the room.&lt;/div&gt;
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I hate him. Really hate him.&lt;/div&gt;
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"So why would they need a robot? Is it because they're lazy?"&lt;br /&gt;"Not really."&lt;br /&gt;"Not really?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. Since they can actually use that time towards something productive."&lt;br /&gt;"That's free time then."&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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Earlier today, we were asked to &lt;i&gt;sell&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;the following to our classmates: more free time, a job that allows the person to travel abroad, a robot that cleans the house, fame, popularity, more patience, and perfect figure. I then chose the first three and presented it in class... And that's how the last part went, obviously.&lt;/div&gt;
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It's crazy how he equated &lt;i&gt;more free time&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;with leisure. I mean, can't a person use that free time on something else? Also, he equated the free time offered by the robot as something that has something to do with laziness and more time for leisure. And since he's a &lt;i&gt;professor&lt;/i&gt;, I opted to shut my mouth than to lash out on him.&lt;/div&gt;
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So much hate in this post... But yeah, &lt;i&gt;I'll hate him forever&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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It's stupid. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reaaaaaaaaaaalllllllllly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; stupid. I mean, why didn't they scheduled this program &lt;b&gt;within&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;the semester instead of having it scheduled after the second semester and holy week? &lt;i&gt;Panira ng bakasyon!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;And why can't Siopao remain in his cutie patootie kitty form?!&lt;/div&gt;
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Yes, I am refusing to do my cover letter and resume for our ComWork activity tomorrow. Well it's actually more like my mind's the one who's refusing to work on it.&lt;/div&gt;
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If you're wondering what the &lt;i&gt;heck&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;a ComWork is... Well it is actually called "Communication in the Workplace" program prepared by the Language Learning Center, Office of the Vice Chancellor for Academics and Research (ViCAR), and of course our University. I'd love to post a photo of our workbook but I am not sure if I am allowed to... Maybe not since it has this &lt;i&gt;For DLSU-D use only&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;on the bottom right corner.&lt;/div&gt;
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It might be relevant but I just hate how they made it a two-day program. It is seriously annoying. Plus, I just hate dealing with the grammar-thingy since it confuses the hell out of me way better than what accounting problems and algebraic equations does.&lt;/div&gt;
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Happy 18,000 views to &lt;i&gt;ze&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;bloggie! ♥&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ANJHELIKAH/~4/FeUWnUpxo7k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anjhelikah.blogspot.com/feeds/1843344396943247242/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anjhelikah.blogspot.com/2013/04/your-dream-job.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616314678506522664/posts/default/1843344396943247242?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/616314678506522664/posts/default/1843344396943247242?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ANJHELIKAH/~3/FeUWnUpxo7k/your-dream-job.html" title="Your dream job" /><author><name>Angelica Asuncion</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104794268925650027421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_YT0977yIDw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFx4/WNz1vWEdj1k/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w6RpwzQdTVI/UWDH7Etk6cI/AAAAAAAAGEQ/HzoWXj46KgA/s72-c/SAM_1608.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anjhelikah.blogspot.com/2013/04/your-dream-job.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUCRH44eCp7ImA9WhBWEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-616314678506522664.post-4213329652484447997</id><published>2013-04-06T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2013-04-06T22:57:45.030+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-06T22:57:45.030+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Danbo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Site Update" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Toy Photography" /><title>ふわふわり</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
After days and hours of torturing my brain to just keep things together, I finally gave up on the idea of having a nice layout for the third version of Anjhelikah's Blog. Yes, the third version of this blog. But as you can see, I also gave up on that. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;
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I was actually aiming for a Spring/Summer theme, then I remembered that that would mean that I will have to torture my brain again since I've heard that the rainy season's going to start around next month, the flowery month of May. Is it weird that the first thing that comes into my mind when someone mentions the month of April are eggs? Okay. It is nothing but weird.&lt;/div&gt;
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As I was saying, I was intending to make the layout a lot flowery and girly (laces and ribbons, anyone?) but I always end up having a problem with the color scheme and having the blog looking oh-so-crowded. Even my eyes can't handle the chaos. My brain also can't provide enough patience for Globelines' awful service and my Lappy's attempt to tell me to stop having CS3 and up to five graphic sites running all at the same time. I still haven't found the will to deal with my Lappy's memory issues. Heck, I can't even wipe its screen! The fact that I really can't keep myself concentrated on something did not help. Of course all of that resulted to my really bad temper at home, an awful headache, and then self-pity.&lt;/div&gt;
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Everyone, meet Danbo. A fake Danbo made out of scented paper. Don't tease me about it 'cause that's the sturdiest paper around that my printer could actually handle. Anyway, it's fun to make a Danbo especially when you've got nothing else to do. Besides, there's no way that you could make me spend loads of money for Amazon's version on this cutie.&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy Easter everyone!&lt;/div&gt;
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Easter eggs and bunnies must be in demand this day but I'll let you know something: I have never done the Easter egg hunt. No, my childhood's not boring. No, my childhood doesn't suck. I guess I am just a lot smarter than other kids... I mean, why hunt for eggs when you can just ask your parents for treats? &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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This is my attempt to have a "fun" photo template... And I obviously failed. &lt;i&gt;Oh&lt;/i&gt;. My rabbit, &lt;i&gt;Bugs&lt;/i&gt;, really can't be persuaded to be our Easter bunny.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You might be wondering why I am acting oh-so-happy this day when in fact, I just want to curl up on my bed the entire day. &lt;strike&gt;I am tired... Not sad... And not happy&lt;/strike&gt;. Well it is because today's the day that we all call "Easter."&lt;br /&gt;
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The meaning of Easter is Jesus Christ's victory over death. His resurrection symbolizes the eternal life that is granted to all who believe in Him.&lt;br /&gt;
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The feast day of Easter was originally a pagan celebration of renewal and rebirth. Celebrated in the early spring, it honored the pagan Saxon goddess Eastre. When the early missionaries converted the Saxons to Christianity, the holiday, since it fell around the same time as the traditional memorial of Christ's resurrection from the dead, was merged with the pagan celebration, and became know as Easter. The meaning of Easter was also changed to reflect its new Christian orientation. (Source: &lt;a href="http://www.allaboutjesuschrist.org/the-meaning-of-easter-faq.htm" target="_blank"&gt;All About Jesus Christ&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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That's how the major percentage of the society defines the day. I, on the other hand, have only a couple of words in mind when I think of this day: &lt;i&gt;life, salvation, second chance, happiness. &lt;/i&gt;Pretty simple, right?&lt;br /&gt;
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I have this huge tendency to go by my "&lt;i&gt;If you can't have it, then maybe you can buy it&lt;/i&gt;." way of thinking. Yes, it defies the "&lt;i&gt;The best things in life are free&lt;/i&gt;" mantra... But what can I do? Life works that way.&lt;br /&gt;
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No matter how hard we put that in mind, there a lot of cases where we find ourselves aiming for something tangible and worth a price. Of course there are some that would insist that it is the &lt;b&gt;experience&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;that they're paying for. But no matter how we look at it, &lt;i&gt;you still payed for it&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sorry for being oh-so-negative. It's just how my mind works at the moment and maybe I really should have pre-written this entry.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, my mom dragged me out of our house at two o'clock in the morning to witness the end of the procession on the cathedral. With just barely three hours of sleep and some dose of Chuckie causing my stomach some trouble, we went home without even witnessing the start of the program. Apparently, they've started the procession a bit later than last year. &lt;i&gt;Boohoo&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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According to Wiki and a couple more sites that I came across with upon typing 'Black Saturday' on Google's search bar, Black Saturday or Holy Saturday's the day where Christians commemorate the day that Jesus Christ's body was laid inside the tomb.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Now what?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have noticed that unlike the past two days, the day seemed to be a lot lighter. Maybe it is because tomorrow's Easter- the day where He finally rose again.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Tomorrow will mark the end of the mourning phase of the season, but before I touch the topic regarding Easter, how about giving me the chance of spilling out a couple more questions that I have in mind? &lt;i&gt;It's not like you can do anything to stop me anyway&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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If I were to ask anyone who &lt;i&gt;Judas Iscariot &lt;/i&gt;is, they will probably say something about him sort of turning his back on Jesus and leading Him to His crucifixion. I used to have nothing against such description of Judas... But that was before I finally got hold of the thinking that &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone deserves to be forgiven even if he was to go through some sort of punishment&lt;/i&gt;. If you were to punish a person, then you should do it just &lt;b&gt;once&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;and to never put the issue back up again (unless that person was to do the same mistake all over again).&lt;/div&gt;
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The fact that I was able to watch National Geographic's &lt;b&gt;The Gospel of Judas&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;did not help either. &lt;i&gt;Nor seeing quotes that equates every form of sin to Judas' name&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Years and centuries have passed and I can't seem to come across any statement of the Church stating what happens next to Judas (not talking about his &lt;i&gt;death&lt;/i&gt;, if you know what I mean). In short, I can't see the other side of the story unlike the other stories included in the Bible. &lt;i&gt;It's like my mind's getting contained to the idea that Judas, an apostle of Christ, turned his back on Him and lead Him to his death&lt;/i&gt;. Every single time, we are also reminded of what he has done and it ends there.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Was he forgiven by Christ?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I will never know the answer. But clearly, if it wasn't for him, Christ would've not be crucified just to rise again on the third day and mark the forgiveness of all our sins, our salvation. Also, Christ knew of this at the very beginning... and that it will lead to his purpose.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;And then the Church believes that everyone was then forgiven from their sins&lt;/i&gt;... But they're making these kinds of exemptions that seemed to contradict their teachings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;If Christ accepts us for what we are, for all our imperfections and sins, &lt;/i&gt;then why is the Church making everything that is out of their context of what is right and just seem unforgivable?&lt;/div&gt;
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I have dozens of question stuck on my head which can all be summarized on &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why does the Church contradicts itself and their teachings about Christ over and over again?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yes, that's also one of the reasons why I &lt;b&gt;dislike&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;listening to the proclaimed &lt;i&gt;religious&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;people.&lt;br /&gt;
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Did my thoughts bothered you? Don't worry, I will keep things low after tomorrow and will be posting senseless stuff again.&lt;/div&gt;
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Coping up with this Holy Week thing that is going on on this blog's a huge burden... But at least it keeps my brain working rather than keeping up with its deteriorating phase.&lt;/div&gt;
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I have to admit that even if this day is included in my &lt;i&gt;most hated days of the year&lt;/i&gt;, this is one of the most interesting ones too. I mean, I just can't get tired of all the crucifixion thing and everyone's attempt to encourage the Almighty into putting His attention on them just so He can hear their cries and praises a little louder by doing all of this &lt;i&gt;tiny&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;sacrifices that often includes copying the crucifixion thing. Maybe a part of my sadist self is kicking in on these days. &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Kidding aside, I have always have had this thinking that &lt;i&gt;fasting&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;in any form does not make you a better follower than those who doesn't observe the &lt;i&gt;fasting craze&lt;/i&gt;, as I call it. Because let us admit it... &lt;i&gt;We will all go back to the things that we are so used to&lt;/i&gt;. After those days of fasting, we will see ourselves doing all those so-called sinful acts and be committing things that will just be automatically added to our &lt;i&gt;must-ask-forgiveness&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;list for the next Holy Week.&lt;/div&gt;
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If you're going to join in the fasting bandwagon, then do it with dignity. Be a much better person than before. And apparently, there is no schedule for a person to start reflecting and eventually change his/her ways. You can start doing all of that when you feel like you have to change. I honestly have more respect for those who vow to live a better life on the most unexpected days than those who chose to &lt;i&gt;start&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;during this season.&lt;/div&gt;
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And before I could get myself kicked out of this community, I will have to shut my mouth. &lt;i&gt;Toodles!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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