<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846264545317275840</id><updated>2024-11-01T18:39:47.177+08:00</updated><category term="Love and Life"/><category term="Rantings"/><category term="Misc..."/><category term="Songs"/><category term="Foods"/><category term="Events"/><category term="Movies"/><category term="Travels"/><category term="Ideas"/><title type='text'>channbear</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>channbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535128734185846307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAM9YbtAAFlMgTxMQsSZJrKj_oaUqdemYHNqDDZFkm1XdgjS13TFoMDVDMEQHCb8W6QSHMcMi7NiD9RkxbpP2E0dgmfh1yFQRfmAeUwTbjrEkIBMG6RqccRHn5S88baPM/s220/IMG_0520.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846264545317275840.post-549923194799997806</id><published>2018-04-25T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2018-04-25T18:17:05.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Blogger</title><content type='html'>Good morning Blogger  &lt;a href=&quot;https://bit.ly/2HsYW2m&quot;&gt;https://bit.ly/2HsYW2m&lt;/a&gt; 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Kidding aside.  Even though a part of my 2011 was like a torture, there were also good things that came along my way though.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;January:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;I started my year together with my cousins.  We went to mountain view to stroll.  Bringing lots of junk foods for snacks.  After that we went to larsian to eat our dinner.  Afterwards, we roam around the city to search for a videoke place.  Unfortunately, all the videoke place were close so we just went to our Tito&amp;#39;s house and partied there.  Hehehehe!&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;A week after that, me together with my CCYM family went to Bohol.  We toured around Bohol, went island hopping, snorkeling and went to EAT Danao to experience some adventure.  I have been to Bohol so many times but going there with them is also another way of experiencing Bohol.  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;February:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Before January ended, I got promoted.  One of the task that the company has given me during this month is to recruit possible employees to different schools here in the Philippines.  I was chosen to be the one to go to Davao and go to UP Mindanao and Ateneo de Davao to recruit there.  It was my first time to go to Davao.  So I was really excited when I found out that they will send me there.  Hehehehe!  Aside from going to those two schools mentioned above, we also met with my cousins who are living there.  We went to People&amp;#39;s park then ate ice cream at Ice Giant.  We also had a sumptuous dinner in my Tito&amp;#39;s house.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;March:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was Jaydee&amp;#39;s plan to go to Simala before he will go to Bohol to work there.  So one weekend in March, we decided to go there.  We started to travel after lunch and we arrive there by 3 I think.  Hehehe!  I forgot.  The ride going to Simala and going home was very tiring.  I can&amp;#39;t remember if it was also that tiring and hustle traveling there the last time I went to Simala.  Maybe, it was because when we traveled the sun was scorching hot so it was very hot inside the bus.  I hope the next time I go there, it won&amp;#39;t be that torture.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;March is my month.  I celebrated my birthday together with my family, cousins, love one and two of my closest and best friends in Papa Kit&amp;#39;s.  It was really the most memorable birthday I have ever experienced.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;April:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;The QA team in our office were planning to go to Bantayan at that time.  May Jill was invited by the QA team so she invited us.  The plan was we will go to Bantayan with the QA team but at the time we will arrive there, we will then go to Sugar beach and stay there.  But it did not happen.  We set-up our tent in sugar beach but we did not sleep there.  We slept at the resort where the QA team stayed.  It was really a very memorable and fun trip.  Even though we exceeded in our planned budget.  Hehehe!&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;May - August:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;There was nothing much exciting happened to me for these months.  For starter, I traveled to Manila, Bataan and Laguna for the first time.  This is pretty exciting I know.  But for me the purpose as to why I went to Manila and Bataan isn&amp;#39;t.  I went to Bataan and Manila because our client requested us to go there.  After staying in Manila and Bataan for two months(although not straight) I gained extra fats and I got so many pimples.  :((  That is why I&amp;#39;m struggling right now to lose those extra pounds that I&amp;#39;ve gained.  Sigh! &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;It wasn&amp;#39;t all that bad actually.  I explored Balamban or more on the trans-central highway together with Cocoy last July.  I toured Manila and went to Enchanted Kingdom and Ocean Park with Kring2x, May Jill and July.  And traveling with them was indeed so much fun.  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;September:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;I explored again Dumaguete City and this time it was together with Cocoy.  That was my second time to go there but it was my first time to really explore the town.  We also went to Dauin to accompany Weng and also to Bais.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;I also went to Sumilon Island with Jaydee to celebrate his birthday there.(I missed my cousin&amp;#39;s birthday because I went with him there.)  The island was breath taking.  Literally breath taking, since we explored the whole island.  We walked around the island.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;October:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cocoy invited me to go to Canlaon since there was a very long weekend by the end of October.  We went to his Tita&amp;#39;s house.  I experienced selling some hardware stuffs in his Tita&amp;#39;s store.  It was hard for me since I did not know almost all of the stuffs being sold there.  The only thing I could determine were the paints and the nails.  Hahahaha!  It was there that I experienced to eat a frog.  Nyahehehehe!&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;November:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;My classmate back in high school Lea&amp;#39;s daughter celebrated her first birthday.  So Lea invited me and some of my classmates that are close to her to the party.  After the party we then went to MO2 to continue the party and chitchat there.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;On that month also, I attended for the first the Visayas Blogging Summit that was held in SM.  Kring2x, Judith and I religiously listened to the speakers even if we were very sleepy.  Hehehe!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;December:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;During this month, nothing much happened.  I just attended some parties, videoke with Kring2x and also with my family.  Celebrated Christmas with my family and relatives.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;P.S. I&amp;#39;ll still be updating this post to add some pictures.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/feeds/5444139220175670290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2012/01/year-that-was.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/5444139220175670290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/5444139220175670290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2012/01/year-that-was.html' title='A Year that was'/><author><name>channbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535128734185846307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAM9YbtAAFlMgTxMQsSZJrKj_oaUqdemYHNqDDZFkm1XdgjS13TFoMDVDMEQHCb8W6QSHMcMi7NiD9RkxbpP2E0dgmfh1yFQRfmAeUwTbjrEkIBMG6RqccRHn5S88baPM/s220/IMG_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846264545317275840.post-4566886267295608107</id><published>2011-12-27T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T10:25:05.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Home</title><content type='html'>On the Visayas Blogging Summit that I attended last November 26, 2011, one of the speakers told us that the best blogging site is wordpress.  One of my friend who also blogs, after the event, immediately transferred to wordpress.  On the other hand, I too wanted to change my blog platform but I did not have time and I was also having a second thought because wordpress is block here in our office.(booooo...)  But yesterday afternoon, I took the first step.  I registered to wordpress so that I could import my blogs from blogger and start blogging there.  So when I went home, I exported my blogs in blogger and then imported it to wordpress.  So bye2x blogger, hello wordpress.  Please do continue reading my blog on this link.  &lt;a href=&quot;https://channbear.wordpress.com&quot;&gt;https://channbear.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;For those of you who are like me, who can;t access wordpress, just subscribe my blog through google reader.&lt;br&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/feeds/4566886267295608107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/4566886267295608107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/4566886267295608107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-home.html' title='New Home'/><author><name>channbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535128734185846307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAM9YbtAAFlMgTxMQsSZJrKj_oaUqdemYHNqDDZFkm1XdgjS13TFoMDVDMEQHCb8W6QSHMcMi7NiD9RkxbpP2E0dgmfh1yFQRfmAeUwTbjrEkIBMG6RqccRHn5S88baPM/s220/IMG_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846264545317275840.post-1362041313606326971</id><published>2011-12-26T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T15:02:03.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Friday Night</title><content type='html'>Weeks before, Kring2x and I were already planning that we will go out and have a videoke night.  We decided that we will have it on December 23, since, we also agreed that we will go christmas shopping together on that day.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;After we have bought everything that we needed for Christmas, we headed to our respective houses to freshen up and to leave all the things that we bought.  We agreed that we will not eat dinner together, we will just meet after we finish our dinner and after I send off Cocoy.  Before going to the pier, I texted Kring2x if she already ate dinner and that Cocoy and I were still on our way to the pier.  I did not receive any reply from her so I thought it will no longer be pushed through.(I sent my message to a wrong number...hehehehe!)  I decided to just call her to ask her whereabouts and to ask if where we will meet.  We agreed that we will just meet up in Songhits, Mango Square.  I arrived there by 9:30PM.  The place was already packed with people who also wants to go singing.  Since, there were so many people, Kring2x instructed me to reserve a room while I wait for her.  She arrived at around 10PM.  When she arrived, we were still number seven on the waiting list.  So we chika2x while waiting for us to be catered.  After an hour of waiting, we were then finally accommodated.   The plan was to just stay there for an hour, but when an employee there told us that our time was already up, we decided to extend an hour.  But when the guy came back to ask us again, we were enjoying so much that we told him that we will extend for another hour again.  hahahaha!  After 3hours of singing, we decided to call it a night.  We went home sleepy, tired but happy.  We really enjoyed the night.  It was really worth it.  I hope it will not be the last time.&lt;br&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1362041313606326971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-friday-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/1362041313606326971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/1362041313606326971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-friday-night.html' title='Last Friday Night'/><author><name>channbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535128734185846307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAM9YbtAAFlMgTxMQsSZJrKj_oaUqdemYHNqDDZFkm1XdgjS13TFoMDVDMEQHCb8W6QSHMcMi7NiD9RkxbpP2E0dgmfh1yFQRfmAeUwTbjrEkIBMG6RqccRHn5S88baPM/s220/IMG_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846264545317275840.post-8212829665880636440</id><published>2011-12-26T14:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T14:20:23.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfulfilled Christmas Wish</title><content type='html'>For every Filipino, when ber months begin, Christmas shopping and putting up of Christmas decors would usually start.  On the first day of September, a friend of mine asked me if what I wanted for Christmas, I told him that I want to receive anything that is branded and not cheap.  Shoes, bags or clothes.  But unfortunately, I did not get my wish.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Awhile ago, Lawrence, Kim, Sensei Hino and I, went to Ayala to have our lunch there.  Afterwards, since, it was still raining outside, and we still don&amp;#39;t want to go home, we decided to have a stroll in Ayala.  We then went inside the Oxygen, Levi&amp;#39;s and Giordano shops because Sensei is looking for a pair of pants.  While Sensei was fitting for some pants, I also looked at some items.  There were a few clothes that I liked but when I looked at the prices, it was in the range of 500-1000 pesos.  It was very expensive, and to think that it was just a blouse and a short.  I came to realize that, I could not afford to buy expensive items.  Not because I don&amp;#39;t have the money but because I don&amp;#39;t find it practical to buy it.  If I have 1000 pesos, I could already buy many clothes or shoes with that.  I guess, buying expensive things is not my cup of tea.&lt;br&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8212829665880636440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/12/unfulfilled-christmas-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/8212829665880636440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/8212829665880636440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/12/unfulfilled-christmas-wish.html' title='Unfulfilled Christmas Wish'/><author><name>channbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535128734185846307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAM9YbtAAFlMgTxMQsSZJrKj_oaUqdemYHNqDDZFkm1XdgjS13TFoMDVDMEQHCb8W6QSHMcMi7NiD9RkxbpP2E0dgmfh1yFQRfmAeUwTbjrEkIBMG6RqccRHn5S88baPM/s220/IMG_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846264545317275840.post-6805189833263523206</id><published>2011-12-21T00:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T00:44:24.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful In My Eyes</title><content type='html'>You&amp;#39;re my peace of mind in this crazy world.&lt;br&gt; You&amp;#39;re everything I&amp;#39;ve tried to find, your love is a pearl.&lt;br&gt; You&amp;#39;re my Mona Lisa, you&amp;#39;re my rainbow skies,&lt;br&gt; and my only prayer is that you realize&lt;br&gt; you&amp;#39;ll always be beautiful in my eyes.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; The world will turn and the seasons will change,&lt;br&gt; and all the lessons we will learn will be beautiful and strange.&lt;br&gt; We&amp;#39;ll have our fill of tears, our share of sighs.&lt;br&gt; And my only prayer is that you realize&lt;br&gt; you&amp;#39;ll always be beautiful in my eyes.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; You will always be beautiful in my eyes.&lt;br&gt; And the passing years will show&lt;br&gt; that you will always grow ever more beautiful in my eyes.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; When there are lines upon my face from a lifetime of smiles,&lt;br&gt; and when the time comes to embrace for one long last while,&lt;br&gt; we can laugh about how time really flies.&lt;br&gt; We won&amp;#39;t say goodbye &amp;#39;cause true love never dies.&lt;br&gt; You&amp;#39;ll always be beautiful in my eyes.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; You will always be beautiful in my eyes.&lt;br&gt; And the passing years will show&lt;br&gt; that you will always grow ever more beautiful in my eyes.&lt;br&gt; The passing years will show that you will always grow&lt;br&gt; ever more beautiful in my eyes. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/feeds/6805189833263523206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/12/beautiful-in-my-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/6805189833263523206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/6805189833263523206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/12/beautiful-in-my-eyes.html' title='Beautiful In My Eyes'/><author><name>channbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535128734185846307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAM9YbtAAFlMgTxMQsSZJrKj_oaUqdemYHNqDDZFkm1XdgjS13TFoMDVDMEQHCb8W6QSHMcMi7NiD9RkxbpP2E0dgmfh1yFQRfmAeUwTbjrEkIBMG6RqccRHn5S88baPM/s220/IMG_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846264545317275840.post-8950284276380559314</id><published>2011-12-19T15:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T15:32:31.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabanday Clan Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>This morning, I texted all my cousins which I have a number in my mother side as to what they want us to do on Christmas day.  My sister texted back that we should have an exchange gift.  Evee and Celine replied that they want us to play Pinoy Henyo.  After a few hours and many text message that we have sent out and received, we then decided that we will have the following activities.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exchange Gift worth 100 pesos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pinoy Henyo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Charades&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Videoke&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I assigned Evee to make the props for the Pinoy Henyo.  I will be the one to buy the prizes.  Of course i will ask a little monetary contribution from them, but I am planning that i will shoulder the prizes.  That will be my gift to all of them.  Hehehehe!&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Evee mentioned to me that she is already excited for that day.  It will be another happy get together.  Weeeehhh!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I came up with the idea to text them first and organize the activity since nobody initiated it.  I also don&amp;#39;t want that the people will get bored again, like last year.  After we ate our lunch, received our gifts from our Tito&amp;#39;s and Tita&amp;#39;s, we did not know what to do.  So we just went to SM without knowing what to do there.  It was really boring.  Hopefully, this year, it will be a blast.  But even if it will not be, the best part of it will be that we will get together on that day happily.&lt;br&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8950284276380559314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/12/cabanday-clan-christmas-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/8950284276380559314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/8950284276380559314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/12/cabanday-clan-christmas-party.html' title='Cabanday Clan Christmas Party'/><author><name>channbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535128734185846307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAM9YbtAAFlMgTxMQsSZJrKj_oaUqdemYHNqDDZFkm1XdgjS13TFoMDVDMEQHCb8W6QSHMcMi7NiD9RkxbpP2E0dgmfh1yFQRfmAeUwTbjrEkIBMG6RqccRHn5S88baPM/s220/IMG_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846264545317275840.post-8289367740308127782</id><published>2011-12-18T17:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T17:50:56.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need a power hug...</title><content type='html'>Everyday, a newsletter from Chicken Soup for the Soul will be sent on my yahoo email address.  One time, I received a newsletter from them, which narrates a story about a boy who likes to make people happy.  One day, they went to the hospital to help and to visit the patients.  As they were walking in the corridor, they passed by a room, inside the room was a woman sitting on her bed.  When the little boy saw the woman, he came inside the room and hug her.  The woman began to cry when the boy hug her.  Upon realizing it, the boy asked her teacher why was the woman crying, and if he did something wrong.  His teacher asked him if the reason as to why he hug the woman.  The boy told her teacher that, when she saw the woman, he felt that the woman needed a hug thus, the reason why he went inside the room and hug her.  Upon hearing the boy&amp;#39;s reason, the teacher calmed the boy and told him that the woman felt Jesus&amp;#39; embrace through him.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;How I wish I could also receive a hug today.  &lt;br&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8289367740308127782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-need-power-hug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/8289367740308127782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/8289367740308127782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-need-power-hug.html' title='i need a power hug...'/><author><name>channbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535128734185846307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAM9YbtAAFlMgTxMQsSZJrKj_oaUqdemYHNqDDZFkm1XdgjS13TFoMDVDMEQHCb8W6QSHMcMi7NiD9RkxbpP2E0dgmfh1yFQRfmAeUwTbjrEkIBMG6RqccRHn5S88baPM/s220/IMG_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846264545317275840.post-8814368309881494090</id><published>2011-12-13T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T09:49:17.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Chel!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align:center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD-D9BEvum7cv-UisODJIOJZsWLp1DPEjksiM1bz8MJ0xJrLPk3z95X6Jl1v7H05fJFSyiJfVm-c-vm34r6wkKBBrbxIxeuLwL_V7S1ZuBbpssmNX6E4exDkvP_u7Ko3O3C5Eu4fzDf1g/s1600/retchel-757657.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD-D9BEvum7cv-UisODJIOJZsWLp1DPEjksiM1bz8MJ0xJrLPk3z95X6Jl1v7H05fJFSyiJfVm-c-vm34r6wkKBBrbxIxeuLwL_V7S1ZuBbpssmNX6E4exDkvP_u7Ko3O3C5Eu4fzDf1g/s320/retchel-757657.jpg&quot;  border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685424121052212530&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;We were classmates back in college.  We were on the same block on my first year and first semester in USJ-R.  We never really became close or even friends back then.  She has her own set of friends while I&amp;#39;ve got mine too.  My first impression of her?  She was suplada.  I found out later, that was kinda her first impression to me too.  Nyahehehehe!  I never really thought that we could be close friends.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;I can&amp;#39;t really remember how it all began.  All I can recall was we were classmates in one or almost all subjects when we were already in our second year in college.  From then on, we were inseparable.  Some of our friends would usually comment that we have our own world.  Nyahehehe!  And that is also what we observed.  What the other is thinking, the other one can then catch up.  Parang sina B1 at B2.  Hehehe!&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Retchel is not just my best friend.  She is also like my sister.  She is the one I make kulit when I am bored.  She is one of the few people I make chika with when I am happy or sad.  She is the first person I talk to when I have a problem.  I am really thankful, that I met her.  Life without her would be sad and lonely.  I remember three months ago, when I confided to her something.  The first thing I told her was.  &amp;quot;Please don&amp;#39;t judge me.  Please don&amp;#39;t get mad at me.  Please don&amp;#39;t leave me because it&amp;#39;s the last thing I want to happen.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;We don&amp;#39;t really see each other that much this days.  Since, we&amp;#39;re both busy.  But distance will never be a hindrance on our relationship.  When we have the chance to hang-out, walang katapusang chikahan ang mahitabo jud, so that we can catch up in what is happening in our lives.  Hehehehe!&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;On this very special day for her, all I pray is that she will be continually blessed by God.  That she will always be happy, will find joy and stay beautiful and healthy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align:center&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color:rgb(255,255,255);color:rgb(153,51,153)&quot;&gt;Happy Birthday Chel... I Love You... MMMMMWAAAAHHHUUGGZZZ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8814368309881494090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-birthday-chel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/8814368309881494090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/8814368309881494090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-birthday-chel.html' title='Happy Birthday Chel!!!'/><author><name>channbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535128734185846307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAM9YbtAAFlMgTxMQsSZJrKj_oaUqdemYHNqDDZFkm1XdgjS13TFoMDVDMEQHCb8W6QSHMcMi7NiD9RkxbpP2E0dgmfh1yFQRfmAeUwTbjrEkIBMG6RqccRHn5S88baPM/s220/IMG_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD-D9BEvum7cv-UisODJIOJZsWLp1DPEjksiM1bz8MJ0xJrLPk3z95X6Jl1v7H05fJFSyiJfVm-c-vm34r6wkKBBrbxIxeuLwL_V7S1ZuBbpssmNX6E4exDkvP_u7Ko3O3C5Eu4fzDf1g/s72-c/retchel-757657.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846264545317275840.post-3213524364894559579</id><published>2011-12-12T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T13:16:21.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one boring Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-photo&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWlIYYPQgHSlRtwkk1jsoRNan5EY7zM6kW_8u9RULHDgSyYtG9v_0G8HrEyTIZEIYvR2-gL-AQtvPZjhyF3HM0Sljijbd9Pr4lzg8KeMPWX6BnneRWVPEUkcBDObXO72u9LLhxuiHVvS0/s1600/DSC01975-781445.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWlIYYPQgHSlRtwkk1jsoRNan5EY7zM6kW_8u9RULHDgSyYtG9v_0G8HrEyTIZEIYvR2-gL-AQtvPZjhyF3HM0Sljijbd9Pr4lzg8KeMPWX6BnneRWVPEUkcBDObXO72u9LLhxuiHVvS0/s320/DSC01975-781445.JPG&quot; 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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;sometimes i don&#39;t know why i bother to love, when i know for, that it will always be the same story. &amp;nbsp;chasing a heart that will never be mine. &amp;nbsp;begging for affection that will never be given. &amp;nbsp;sacrificing for a doubtful future. &amp;nbsp;and crying for the one who will never love me back. &amp;nbsp;i am starting to wonder, could i have been wrong in risking my heart to the man who couldn&#39;t give his heart to me? when would be the right time to say that i already had enough?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8839826785512663696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/12/unrequited-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/8839826785512663696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/8839826785512663696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/12/unrequited-love.html' title='unrequited love'/><author><name>channbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535128734185846307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAM9YbtAAFlMgTxMQsSZJrKj_oaUqdemYHNqDDZFkm1XdgjS13TFoMDVDMEQHCb8W6QSHMcMi7NiD9RkxbpP2E0dgmfh1yFQRfmAeUwTbjrEkIBMG6RqccRHn5S88baPM/s220/IMG_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheERsHXV6_qvuHh_YN5oaMvjG8cVFdR2-9TspL8J5Tz62QPWwVKsuDQJUOjmJ2qbF4uP1zHBi3OdsH8qrUWRdqLmF-t5trhLdnItBivQB5VVdPy2EuiKW3tBDkEcT5RndJen8_8k7iTI8/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846264545317275840.post-2688087392480995551</id><published>2011-12-09T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T16:23:14.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitch ko!!!</title><content type='html'>Just awhile ago, Kring2x asked me if I have already seen her plan trip next year and on what trip I wanted to go.  When I checked her list on her blog, I immediately answered her with &amp;quot;Pwede sa tanan ko mokuyog except sa Singapore?&amp;quot;.  Nyahahahaha!  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Here&amp;#39;s Kring2x&amp;#39;s travel plan for next year.  I hope I&amp;#39;ll have the money for this... Hehehehe...&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Siquijor – January 21 – 23&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;strong&gt;2. Baguio, Tagaytay – April 28 – May 1 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;strong&gt;3. Iloilo City – October 26 – 28&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;strong&gt;5. Bacolod City – November 30 – December 2 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/feeds/2688087392480995551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/12/hitch-ko.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/2688087392480995551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/2688087392480995551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/12/hitch-ko.html' title='Hitch ko!!!'/><author><name>channbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535128734185846307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAM9YbtAAFlMgTxMQsSZJrKj_oaUqdemYHNqDDZFkm1XdgjS13TFoMDVDMEQHCb8W6QSHMcMi7NiD9RkxbpP2E0dgmfh1yFQRfmAeUwTbjrEkIBMG6RqccRHn5S88baPM/s220/IMG_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846264545317275840.post-1542477182685692394</id><published>2011-12-09T14:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T23:52:04.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Never Thought I&#39;m That Special to YOU</title><content type='html'>When I asked my previous boyfriend of almost five years, Jaydee that I wanted to break up with him, I almost beg him that he would say yes.&amp;nbsp; I know he did not understand my reasons, because even me, I did not know if I really wanted to break up with him at that time.&amp;nbsp; I did not ask him to let me go not because I did not love him anymore.&amp;nbsp; Because I still do.&amp;nbsp; One reason why I ask him to do that was because I got tired.&amp;nbsp; I got tired of always waiting and I got tired of always understanding.&amp;nbsp; I guess, I didn&#39;t love him enough for me to be more patient and understanding for him.&amp;nbsp; Or maybe because I&#39;m not the type of girl who just sit in the corner and wait.&amp;nbsp; I was selfish, I know.&amp;nbsp; He showed me how much he loves me, he gave me everything that he know that I might need, want and love.&amp;nbsp; But I was not contented with that.&amp;nbsp; I was always asking him with more.&amp;nbsp; More effort, more love.&amp;nbsp; I was always complaining.&amp;nbsp; I was blinded by my complaints about him.&amp;nbsp; I did not see how much he really loves me.&amp;nbsp; All I knew at that time was, he did not have time for me, his love was just shown in material things.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I asked him of my freedom, it was on the first day of September, 25days before his birthday and 24 days before our monthsary and 54 days before our 5 year celebration.&amp;nbsp; I did not see it as that, what I saw was I wanted to break up with him, right then and there.&amp;nbsp; He cried and beg so that I won&#39;t leave him and &amp;nbsp;that he would change, but I did not listen to him.&amp;nbsp; The more he begged, the more I realized that he should let me go.&amp;nbsp; After that heartbreaking and nerve wracking moment, he then game me what I want.&amp;nbsp; Honestly, I was really happy when he did that, but a part of me was afraid.&amp;nbsp; Afraid of what would be my life without him.&amp;nbsp; But I was determined, I wanted to be more independent.&amp;nbsp; To face the world without clinging to him.&amp;nbsp; So I broke his heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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Even though we break up, we agreed that we would remain friends with each other.&amp;nbsp; We still communicate with each other and update each one of us on what is happening in our separate lives.&amp;nbsp; He asked me, if I could accompany him to Sumilon Island in time for his birthday so that we could still celebrate it together.&amp;nbsp; I accepted his invitation, it&#39;s the least I could do to him and that&#39;s the only thing I know that could make him happy on his birthday.&amp;nbsp; I know no amount of material things could exchange that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;
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Days before his birthday, I got very busy with work, that I did not have the luxury of time to scour the mall for a possible gift.&amp;nbsp; And I really did not have any gift idea in mind that he might really like.&amp;nbsp; So on the day we went to Sumilon, a day before his birthday, I still did not have a gift for him.&amp;nbsp; So I just told him that my presence and my company will be my gift for him.&amp;nbsp; We enjoyed the food and the place.&amp;nbsp; Little did I know, earlier, he asked the staff there to setup a candle-light dinner over looking to the beach for the two of us.(it was dark, so we can&#39;t really see the beach)&amp;nbsp; I was really surprised.&amp;nbsp; It was the first time that somebody did that to me.&amp;nbsp; I never really expected him to do that, since, it was his birthday. &amp;nbsp;So, it was his day.&amp;nbsp; It was supposed to be him who should be getting surprises on that day.&amp;nbsp; But no, instead of receiving, he was giving.&amp;nbsp; He showed me how special I am to him.&amp;nbsp; Without hesitations, he showed me how much he loves me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am really thankful that I have met him, that he came into my life.&amp;nbsp; For showing me that I am important.&amp;nbsp; That I am valued. &amp;nbsp;For showing me how to love unconditionally and without hesitations. &amp;nbsp;He will always have a special place in my heart.&amp;nbsp; He will always be bhe2x Jaybear.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1542477182685692394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-never-thought-im-that-special-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/1542477182685692394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/1542477182685692394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-never-thought-im-that-special-to-you.html' title='I Never Thought I&#39;m That Special to YOU'/><author><name>channbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535128734185846307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAM9YbtAAFlMgTxMQsSZJrKj_oaUqdemYHNqDDZFkm1XdgjS13TFoMDVDMEQHCb8W6QSHMcMi7NiD9RkxbpP2E0dgmfh1yFQRfmAeUwTbjrEkIBMG6RqccRHn5S88baPM/s220/IMG_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846264545317275840.post-8959531524075466772</id><published>2011-12-09T13:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T13:12:43.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happened?</title><content type='html'>When I was still a little girl, my father and my mother thought me and my sister on how to pray the Lord&amp;#39;s Prayer and the rosary.  My father would tell us to kneel before the altar and to follow him while he recite the Lord&amp;#39;s Prayer or when he pray the rosary.  We would usually obliged even though sometimes we are already tired and sleepy.  Every October, my whole family would pray the rosary night after night since, October is a month of the Holy Rosary.  Also, when the image of Mama Mary will be brought into our house, we will gather on our sala to pray the Holy Rosary infront of the image of the Virgin Mary.  After praying, we would have a chat then me and my sister will then go to bed.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;That was the scenario in our home back then.  Even during dinner, we always eat together.  But when me and ate got older, especially when we were already in college, we got busier and busier every year.  We sometimes come home very late in the evening from work.  So the nightly praying of the Holy Rosary and eating our dinner together was stopped and we hardly get together to talk nowadays.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;There is really no constant thing in these world except change.  Each and everyone of us would really change sooner or later.  But even though, we don&amp;#39;t talk as much as I want to, I know that when time comes that I will need them, they would be there for me.&lt;br&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8959531524075466772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-happened.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/8959531524075466772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/8959531524075466772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-happened.html' title='What Happened?'/><author><name>channbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535128734185846307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAM9YbtAAFlMgTxMQsSZJrKj_oaUqdemYHNqDDZFkm1XdgjS13TFoMDVDMEQHCb8W6QSHMcMi7NiD9RkxbpP2E0dgmfh1yFQRfmAeUwTbjrEkIBMG6RqccRHn5S88baPM/s220/IMG_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846264545317275840.post-7069433367071453581</id><published>2011-12-06T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T21:58:41.746+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ideas"/><title type='text'>my art to business</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-photo&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVESahi8qR7Jjdw_xNGGncImrGoiB_fCm8R75MpKZwVuPTGI2U1euD5gWUBBFUPt4FMdvpXDAAEpJDebEakbAJAO4grGKKZQI2RSAtOaBH-JQDe2HKC0xSAJJksfnaIV3BRgIAEYHXKYw/s1600/Untitled-2-794658.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVESahi8qR7Jjdw_xNGGncImrGoiB_fCm8R75MpKZwVuPTGI2U1euD5gWUBBFUPt4FMdvpXDAAEpJDebEakbAJAO4grGKKZQI2RSAtOaBH-JQDe2HKC0xSAJJksfnaIV3BRgIAEYHXKYw/s320/Untitled-2-794658.jpg&quot; 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Because I want to paint and draw, and I already experienced hand painting design on my shoes and shirts, why not start a business on that. Hmmm! I pitched the idea to my friends Retchel and Aime and they told me that the idea is nice. I think so too, I just have to research more on what good materials and tools to use and come up with good designs. I should also have the determination to pursue this idea of mine. Hopefully, this would really work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 0.6em&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Image from &lt;a href=&quot;http://the-mojo-jojo.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;http://the-mojo-jojo.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/feeds/7069433367071453581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-art-to-business.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/7069433367071453581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/7069433367071453581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-art-to-business.html' title='my art to business'/><author><name>channbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535128734185846307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAM9YbtAAFlMgTxMQsSZJrKj_oaUqdemYHNqDDZFkm1XdgjS13TFoMDVDMEQHCb8W6QSHMcMi7NiD9RkxbpP2E0dgmfh1yFQRfmAeUwTbjrEkIBMG6RqccRHn5S88baPM/s220/IMG_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVESahi8qR7Jjdw_xNGGncImrGoiB_fCm8R75MpKZwVuPTGI2U1euD5gWUBBFUPt4FMdvpXDAAEpJDebEakbAJAO4grGKKZQI2RSAtOaBH-JQDe2HKC0xSAJJksfnaIV3BRgIAEYHXKYw/s72-c/Untitled-2-794658.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846264545317275840.post-2522284297138718418</id><published>2011-12-05T17:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T17:02:31.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nang dahil sa facebook</title><content type='html'>When I was on my 2nd year in college, I met a petite girl.  She was a one of the many faces that comes in and out inside the CMO office.  I forgot how we really became friends, but we did.  From the time we became friends, Aina and really became close friends.  But those times of hanging out inside the CMO office, canteen and library was short lived.  Aina then transferred to a different school to another province.(I forgot where in the Philippines it was. Hehehe!)  I did not have any contact information from her, so we lost contact.  The only thing that can attest our friendship were her books that she lend to me and I forgot to return.  Hehehehe!&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Just last month, when the CMO group was created in facebook,  Aina and I began to communicate again.  Weeehh.  From our conversation, I&amp;#39;ve learned that she was in Tacloban working as a call center agent.  I told her to go back to Cebu and work here.  Hehehe!  Several weeks later, Aina sent me a message in fb that she was already here in Cebu.  She was searching for a job so that she can settle here.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;So, yesterday, we agreed that we will meet up in Jollibee P del Rosario before the 11 AM mass begins.  We talk and catch up with the happenings of ours&amp;#39; and our friends&amp;#39; lives.  This time, I returned her books that she lent me and I lent him some books.  Aina is still the same, petite and very talkative.  Hehehehe!  Talking to her, makes me miss my other college friends so much.&lt;br&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/feeds/2522284297138718418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/12/nang-dahil-sa-facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/2522284297138718418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/2522284297138718418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/12/nang-dahil-sa-facebook.html' title='nang dahil sa facebook'/><author><name>channbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535128734185846307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAM9YbtAAFlMgTxMQsSZJrKj_oaUqdemYHNqDDZFkm1XdgjS13TFoMDVDMEQHCb8W6QSHMcMi7NiD9RkxbpP2E0dgmfh1yFQRfmAeUwTbjrEkIBMG6RqccRHn5S88baPM/s220/IMG_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846264545317275840.post-7925125865190900180</id><published>2011-12-05T15:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T15:37:39.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just want to cry it out...</title><content type='html'>sometimes i think, people just want me around or just wants to be friends with me when they need something from me...but forgets about me when they don&amp;#39;t need me anymore...and it hurts...it really hurts a lot...especially when you thought, all those times that they were your friends...you&amp;#39;ve fought for them and you&amp;#39;ve been there for them when they needed you...but in just a blink of an eye, they were gone...&lt;br&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/feeds/7925125865190900180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-want-to-cry-it-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/7925125865190900180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/7925125865190900180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-want-to-cry-it-out.html' title='just want to cry it out...'/><author><name>channbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535128734185846307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAM9YbtAAFlMgTxMQsSZJrKj_oaUqdemYHNqDDZFkm1XdgjS13TFoMDVDMEQHCb8W6QSHMcMi7NiD9RkxbpP2E0dgmfh1yFQRfmAeUwTbjrEkIBMG6RqccRHn5S88baPM/s220/IMG_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846264545317275840.post-1497358090196527956</id><published>2011-12-05T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T11:12:19.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting in Vain, Again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-photo&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy0uQ-eWWk-U8Mj0xPKiAikFiosf58mpWuCPKviLJjCGGzSw_EtWgX5MoS7BNdvHt3U6Qex50QiY3Do-5kcbHJAQdkZkQtTPsjY2hgq8dkTcJTLPh2_rNhXd_bxCO2G6Yh09_maCq7vmY/s1600/waiting-in-vain-739304.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy0uQ-eWWk-U8Mj0xPKiAikFiosf58mpWuCPKviLJjCGGzSw_EtWgX5MoS7BNdvHt3U6Qex50QiY3Do-5kcbHJAQdkZkQtTPsjY2hgq8dkTcJTLPh2_rNhXd_bxCO2G6Yh09_maCq7vmY/s320/waiting-in-vain-739304.jpg&quot; 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Sigh! &lt;br&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1497358090196527956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/12/waiting-in-vain-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/1497358090196527956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/1497358090196527956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/12/waiting-in-vain-again.html' title='Waiting in Vain, Again?'/><author><name>channbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535128734185846307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAM9YbtAAFlMgTxMQsSZJrKj_oaUqdemYHNqDDZFkm1XdgjS13TFoMDVDMEQHCb8W6QSHMcMi7NiD9RkxbpP2E0dgmfh1yFQRfmAeUwTbjrEkIBMG6RqccRHn5S88baPM/s220/IMG_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy0uQ-eWWk-U8Mj0xPKiAikFiosf58mpWuCPKviLJjCGGzSw_EtWgX5MoS7BNdvHt3U6Qex50QiY3Do-5kcbHJAQdkZkQtTPsjY2hgq8dkTcJTLPh2_rNhXd_bxCO2G6Yh09_maCq7vmY/s72-c/waiting-in-vain-739304.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846264545317275840.post-4588955993142373868</id><published>2011-12-01T15:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T15:55:30.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom lies in being yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-photo&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMZI0o5v8TyJB_jxy8wRkSN9UdF26bHGDauoMVmscL7TiwyksCUHvrbdixIZXsEhV8nChB2mXUEQmFI55GA0P6JntQIiVaOqaPtiXVC45VUwXzVSE59lXkvkzMPkvYmWiov6u5m4OzGKE/s1600/iStock_000003781332Small1-730660.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMZI0o5v8TyJB_jxy8wRkSN9UdF26bHGDauoMVmscL7TiwyksCUHvrbdixIZXsEhV8nChB2mXUEQmFI55GA0P6JntQIiVaOqaPtiXVC45VUwXzVSE59lXkvkzMPkvYmWiov6u5m4OzGKE/s320/iStock_000003781332Small1-730660.jpg&quot;  border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681065476563186626&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I never wanted to be different; I just wanted to be me&lt;br&gt;I&#39;ve worked hard to get what little self-esteem I have, and I refuse to let you take it from me&lt;br&gt;This is who I am. Nobody said you had to like it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;h5 style=&quot;margin: auto 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Trebuchet MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;I&amp;#39;m so tired of not living my life.  It&amp;#39;s as if I&amp;#39;m living on a different life.  There are times that I can&amp;#39;t say what I feel to you.  All I want is your understanding.  A hug or a kiss on the forehead may do.  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;It&amp;#39;s so sad waking up every morning knowing that you&amp;#39;ll be facing your day with full of heartaches.  Knowing that you won&amp;#39;t be able to tell that one person how you really feel.  You long to tell him, but your afraid and you don&amp;#39;t know how to tell him.  There would be times that you get the courage to tell him but end up getting disappointed because he will not hear you out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot;&gt;There are times that you want to do something to show to that person how you really feel.  But then again, you get sad because he shrugs you off.  He will tell you to behave.  He will not get what you wanted to tell him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);&quot;&gt;Please let me be myself.  Please let me be, to show to you and to tell you how I really feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/feeds/4588955993142373868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/12/freedom-lies-in-being-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/4588955993142373868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/4588955993142373868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/12/freedom-lies-in-being-yourself.html' title='Freedom lies in being yourself'/><author><name>channbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535128734185846307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAM9YbtAAFlMgTxMQsSZJrKj_oaUqdemYHNqDDZFkm1XdgjS13TFoMDVDMEQHCb8W6QSHMcMi7NiD9RkxbpP2E0dgmfh1yFQRfmAeUwTbjrEkIBMG6RqccRHn5S88baPM/s220/IMG_0520.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMZI0o5v8TyJB_jxy8wRkSN9UdF26bHGDauoMVmscL7TiwyksCUHvrbdixIZXsEhV8nChB2mXUEQmFI55GA0P6JntQIiVaOqaPtiXVC45VUwXzVSE59lXkvkzMPkvYmWiov6u5m4OzGKE/s72-c/iStock_000003781332Small1-730660.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846264545317275840.post-7412565534634886897</id><published>2011-12-01T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T10:05:03.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking on Thin Ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-photo&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg05nYzm83IjXwVb3e8jIURK-vE58FXRPkoH6eyo5yVFCWEscYTHzpbp_OMbQwyKK7UYm_d9USnScOgbmX5Jy24a2Kw0bPVVj0_50e_F8SG3amMLLB93adHG5_nRvb3De9anLuPCbrGXI0/s1600/walking+on+ice2-703027.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg05nYzm83IjXwVb3e8jIURK-vE58FXRPkoH6eyo5yVFCWEscYTHzpbp_OMbQwyKK7UYm_d9USnScOgbmX5Jy24a2Kw0bPVVj0_50e_F8SG3amMLLB93adHG5_nRvb3De9anLuPCbrGXI0/s320/walking+on+ice2-703027.jpg&quot; 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 &lt;br&gt;She showed us some pictures and videos that has really moved us and touched us.  I never really thought that what mining has brought into our country aside from destroying our environment of course.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One picture that has really moved me so much is a picture of a little girl whose feet was infected with something because of the poison that got into her system.  Everytime there was a fish kill, the little girl would go into the sea.  Before the little girl&amp;#39;s feet got infected, the little girl loves to run, to play outside, to dance, to sing.  But because of her condition, she can no longer dance, play and run.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Aside from health issues, mining is one of the reason why our country has a large percentage of poverty.  Because of mining, the good land that the farmers could have used to plant some crops are now wasted.  The land can still be planted but there are no longer nutrients on the land.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Do we really want that time will come that our country&amp;#39;s natural resources will all gone?  If NOT, then please do sign up the online petition in fighting against mining in Palawan.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;no to mining in Palawan&quot; href=&quot;http://no2mininginpalawan.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://no2mininginpalawan.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Other links you might want to see.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.facebook.com/no2mininginpalawan&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://no2mininginpalawan.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.facebook.com/no2mininginpalawan&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://www.facebook.com/no2mininginpalawan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://no2mininginpalawan.com/videos/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://no2mininginpalawan.com/videos/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://no2mininginpalawan.com/blog/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://no2mininginpalawan.com/blog/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/feeds/8127598760141524449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/11/yes-to-life-no-to-mining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/8127598760141524449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/8127598760141524449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/11/yes-to-life-no-to-mining.html' title='&quot;YES to LIFE, NO TO MINING&quot;'/><author><name>channbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535128734185846307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAM9YbtAAFlMgTxMQsSZJrKj_oaUqdemYHNqDDZFkm1XdgjS13TFoMDVDMEQHCb8W6QSHMcMi7NiD9RkxbpP2E0dgmfh1yFQRfmAeUwTbjrEkIBMG6RqccRHn5S88baPM/s220/IMG_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846264545317275840.post-2042656142014368911</id><published>2011-11-16T16:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T16:38:28.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Two - Auburn</title><content type='html'> You can be the peanut butter to my jelly&lt;br&gt; You can be the butterflies I feel in my belly&lt;br&gt; You can be the captain and I can be your first mate&lt;br&gt; You can be the chills that I feel on our first date&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; You can be the hero and I can be your side kick&lt;br&gt; You can be the tear that I cry if we ever split&lt;br&gt; You can be the rain from the cloud when it&amp;#39;s stormin&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt; Or you can be the sun when it shines in the mornin&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Don&amp;#39;t know if I could ever be&lt;br&gt; Without you cause boy you complete me&lt;br&gt; And in time I know that we&amp;#39;ll both see&lt;br&gt; That we&amp;#39;re all we need&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Cause you&amp;#39;re the apple to my pie&lt;br&gt; You&amp;#39;re the straw to my berry&lt;br&gt; You&amp;#39;re the smoke to my high&lt;br&gt; And you&amp;#39;re the one I wanna marry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Cause you are the one for me (for me)&lt;br&gt; And I&amp;#39;m the one for you (for you)&lt;br&gt; You take the both of us (of us)&lt;br&gt; And we&amp;#39;re the perfect two&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; We&amp;#39;re the perfect two&lt;br&gt; We&amp;#39;re the perfect two&lt;br&gt; Baby me and you&lt;br&gt; We&amp;#39;re the perfect two&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; You can be the prince and I can be your princess&lt;br&gt; You can be the sweet tooth I can be the dentist&lt;br&gt; You can be the shoes and I can be the laces&lt;br&gt; You can be the heart that I spill on the pages&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; You can be the Vodka and I can be the chaser&lt;br&gt; You can be the pencil and I can be the paper&lt;br&gt; You can be as cold as the winter weather&lt;br&gt; But I don&amp;#39;t care as long as we&amp;#39;re together&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;don&amp;#39;t know if I could ever be&lt;br&gt; Without you cause boy you complete me&lt;br&gt; And in time I know that we&amp;#39;ll both see&lt;br&gt; That we&amp;#39;re all we need&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Cause you&amp;#39;re the apple to my pie&lt;br&gt; You&amp;#39;re the straw to my berry&lt;br&gt; You&amp;#39;re the smoke to my high&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot; href=&quot;http://www.sweetslyrics.com/Auburn.html&quot; title=&quot;Auburn lyrics&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;font-size: 5px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;And you&amp;#39;re the one I wanna marry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Cause your the one for me(for me) &lt;br&gt; And I&amp;#39;m the one for you(for you) &lt;br&gt; You take the both of us(of us) &lt;br&gt; And we&amp;#39;re the perfect two&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; We&amp;#39;re the perfect two&lt;br&gt; We&amp;#39;re the perfect two&lt;br&gt; Baby me and you&lt;br&gt; We&amp;#39;re the perfect two&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; You know that I&amp;#39;ll never doubt you&lt;br&gt; And you know that I think about you&lt;br&gt; And you know I can&amp;#39;t live without you&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I love the way that you smile&lt;br&gt; And maybe in just a while&lt;br&gt; I can see me walk down the aisle&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Cause you&amp;#39;re the apple to my pie&lt;br&gt; You&amp;#39;re the straw to my berry&lt;br&gt; You&amp;#39;re the smoke to my high&lt;br&gt; And you&amp;#39;re the one I wanna marry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Cause you&amp;#39;re the one for me (for me) &lt;br&gt; And I&amp;#39;m the one for you (for you) &lt;br&gt; You take the both of us (of us) &lt;br&gt; And we&amp;#39;re the perfect two&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; We&amp;#39;re the perfect two&lt;br&gt; We&amp;#39;re the perfect two&lt;br&gt; Baby me and you&lt;br&gt; We&amp;#39;re the perfect two &lt;br&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/feeds/2042656142014368911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/11/perfect-two-auburn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/2042656142014368911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/2042656142014368911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/11/perfect-two-auburn.html' title='Perfect Two - Auburn'/><author><name>channbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535128734185846307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAM9YbtAAFlMgTxMQsSZJrKj_oaUqdemYHNqDDZFkm1XdgjS13TFoMDVDMEQHCb8W6QSHMcMi7NiD9RkxbpP2E0dgmfh1yFQRfmAeUwTbjrEkIBMG6RqccRHn5S88baPM/s220/IMG_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846264545317275840.post-1090470530801501267</id><published>2011-11-16T12:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T12:51:34.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Cried Because of the Song</title><content type='html'>This morning ate already took my itouch because she wants to buy it back.  I willingly said yes since I also want to save up my money for the beautification of my house.  Because of that, I ask her if I can have my ipod shuffle back so that I can still listen to music while working.  While I was listening to the many songs that ate has sync to my shuffle I then heard the song that made me cry.(I almost forgot I was in the office.  My seatmate must have thought that I am crying because of the pressure.  Hehehe!)  From the time that I heard the song, I kept on listening to it, up until now.  hehehe!  I really love the song.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Marry Your Daughter&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sir, I&amp;#39;m a bit nervous&lt;br&gt;About being here today&lt;br&gt;Still not real sure what I&amp;#39;m going to say&lt;br&gt;So bare with me please&lt;br&gt;If I take up too much of your time.&lt;br&gt;See in this box is a ring for your oldest.&lt;br&gt;  She&amp;#39;s my everything and all that I know is&lt;br&gt;It would be such a relief if I knew that we were on the same side&lt;br&gt;Cause very soon I&amp;#39;m hoping that I...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Can marry your daughter&lt;br&gt;And make her my wife&lt;br&gt;I want her to be the only girl that I love for the rest of my life&lt;br&gt;  And give her the best of me &amp;#39;til the day that I die, yeah&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m gonna marry your princess&lt;br&gt;And make her my queen&lt;br&gt;She&amp;#39;ll be the most beautiful bride that I&amp;#39;ve ever seen&lt;br&gt;I can&amp;#39;t wait to smile&lt;br&gt;  When she walks down the aisle&lt;br&gt;On the arm of her father&lt;br&gt;On the day that I marry your daughter&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She&amp;#39;s been here every step&lt;br&gt;Since the day that we met&lt;br&gt;(I&amp;#39;m scared to death to think of what would happen if she ever left)&lt;br&gt;  So don&amp;#39;t you ever worry about me ever treating her bad&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ve got most of my vows done so far&lt;br&gt;(So bring on the better or worse)&lt;br&gt;And &amp;#39;til death do us part&lt;br&gt;There&amp;#39;s no doubt in my mind&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s time&lt;br&gt;  I&amp;#39;m ready to start&lt;br&gt;I swear to you with all of my heart...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m gonna marry your daughter&lt;br&gt;And make her my wife&lt;br&gt;I want her to be the only girl that I love for the rest of my life&lt;br&gt;And give her the best of me &amp;#39;til the day that I die, yeah&lt;br&gt;  I&amp;#39;m gonna marry your princess&lt;br&gt;And make her my queen&lt;br&gt;She&amp;#39;ll be the most beautiful bride that I&amp;#39;ve ever seen&lt;br&gt;I can&amp;#39;t wait to smile&lt;br&gt;As she walks down the aisle&lt;br&gt;On the arm of her father&lt;br&gt;On the day that I marry your daughter&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;The first time I saw her&lt;br&gt;I swear I knew that I&amp;#39;d say I do&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m gonna marry your daughter&lt;br&gt;And make her my wife&lt;br&gt;I want her to be the only girl that I love for the rest of my life&lt;br&gt;And give her the best of me &amp;#39;till the day that I die&lt;br&gt;  I&amp;#39;m gonna marry your princess&lt;br&gt;And make her my queen&lt;br&gt;She&amp;#39;ll be the most beautiful bride that I&amp;#39;ve ever seen&lt;br&gt;I can&amp;#39;t wait to smile&lt;br&gt;As she walks down the aisle&lt;br&gt;On the arm of her father&lt;br&gt;On the day that I marry your daughter &lt;br&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/feeds/1090470530801501267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-i-cried-because-of-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/1090470530801501267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/1090470530801501267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-i-cried-because-of-song.html' title='When I Cried Because of the Song'/><author><name>channbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535128734185846307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAM9YbtAAFlMgTxMQsSZJrKj_oaUqdemYHNqDDZFkm1XdgjS13TFoMDVDMEQHCb8W6QSHMcMi7NiD9RkxbpP2E0dgmfh1yFQRfmAeUwTbjrEkIBMG6RqccRHn5S88baPM/s220/IMG_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846264545317275840.post-2047173762285825874</id><published>2011-11-14T17:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T17:29:48.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Party/High School Reunion</title><content type='html'>Last November 4 was Baby Gab&amp;#39;s birthday(my high school friend Lea&amp;#39;s Baby girl).  Lea invited me to Baby Gab&amp;#39;s birthday party.  Prior to the day of the party, Lea instructed me to text Jovelyn, another classmate of ours when we were still high school, so that we could go together.  Jovelyn and I then agreed that we will meet on the day of the party in Ayala and that Althea, Lalay and Sheila will also be joining with us.  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;On the day of Baby Gab&amp;#39;s birthday, I texted Jovelyn, Althea and Sheila that I was already in Ayala.  Althea and Jovelyn texted back that they are on their way while Sheila texted back that she is already in Ayala and was waiting near the Acebedo Optical shop.  I told Sheila that I will be heading to CoffeeBean since Althea told me that Lovelaine was there waiting.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;When I arrived at CoffeeBean, Jovelyn was already there.(she arrived at the coffee shop first since I had the itchy feeling to shop...hehehehe!)  While the two of us were talking, I kept on searching for Lovelaine amongst the people sitting inside and outside the coffee shop.  I saw a girl sitting outside the shop and was reading something, who looked like Lovelaine.  But I was in doubt if that was really her because she was with a Filipino chubby guy.(as far as I know, Lovelaine&amp;#39;s boyfriend is French...)  When the girl finally looked up and saw me and smiled at me, I realized that she was really Lovelaine.  (Hahahaha!  Office mate ra diay to niya...and she was just here in Cebu for the SK convention because she was invited as one of the speakers...)   After a feq minutes of waiting, Sheila and Althea then arrived.  Lovelaine kept on communicating with Alta of her whereabouts because we were already hungry.  After an hour of waiting, Alta then arrived.(makakaon najud mi...hehehehe!)  On our way to Lea&amp;#39;s house, Jovelyn texted Lalay that we will just fetch her since she was still in their house and it&amp;#39;s on the way.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;While on our way, we talked about our gifts to Lea&amp;#39;s baby.  Most of us thought that Lea&amp;#39;s baby was a boy because of her name.  Nyahehehe.  The worst part of it is, Jovelyn and mine&amp;#39;s gift are baby boy&amp;#39;s clothes.  Wahahahaha!(we still gave the gift...hehehehe!sayang naman...)&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;A minute after we arrived at the house, Maan arrived.  The birthday celebration turned out to be a reunion for us.  Hehehe!  After the party, we then headed to Parkmall, because Lovelaine wanted to have an adult party.  Hehehe!  But when we arrived there, we decided that we will just go to MO2.  We stayed there until the booze that Lovelaine bought were all consumed then we went home.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;It was really nice to see them after for a long time.  As far as I can remember, the last time I saw them was during my high school graduation.  Hehehe!  I only had the chance to talk to them through facebook.  Good thing Lea invited me to her baby girl&amp;#39;s party.  For me to be able to see them and catch up in what is already happening in their lives. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/feeds/2047173762285825874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/11/birthday-partyhigh-school-reunion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/2047173762285825874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846264545317275840/posts/default/2047173762285825874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channbear.blogspot.com/2011/11/birthday-partyhigh-school-reunion.html' title='Birthday Party/High School Reunion'/><author><name>channbear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12535128734185846307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAM9YbtAAFlMgTxMQsSZJrKj_oaUqdemYHNqDDZFkm1XdgjS13TFoMDVDMEQHCb8W6QSHMcMi7NiD9RkxbpP2E0dgmfh1yFQRfmAeUwTbjrEkIBMG6RqccRHn5S88baPM/s220/IMG_0520.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>