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This is where you can find my collection of old written accounts.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.myrefugeonline.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.myrefugeonline.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142691767546451273/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Ruthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798837273851462794</uri><email>ruthinian@yahoo.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/MyRefugeOnline" /><feedburner:info uri="myrefugeonline" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MNQHs-fip7ImA9WxBaEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142691767546451273.post-1769989098338225619</id><published>2010-03-19T20:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T21:44:51.556-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-19T21:44:51.556-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reality" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life or Something Like It" /><title>On Letting Go</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let's go!&lt;/b&gt; That is easy to do. You can do it on an impulse. You can do it in a heartbeat. And you can do it without batting an eyelash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k309/casssiopea/Seasons/Summer/DSCF0253-1.gif" width="430px" height="300px/" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let it go!&lt;/b&gt; That is a little bit harder. You can't just do it on impulse because you don't have the power to do it. You cannot do it in a heartbeat because you know that it will break your heart. And you cannot do it without thinking because in your mind you know it's impossible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k309/casssiopea/Seasons/Summer/DSCF3377-1.gif" width="430px" height="300px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If only we know the art of letting go... then life will be easier. If only we are guaranteed that life will be easier when we let go... then moving on will be easier. If only we feel safe to move on without losing our grip of the reality... then we will able to lead life to the fullest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k309/casssiopea/Seasons/Summer/DSCF3369-1.gif" width="430px" height="300px/" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But leading a life without that someone you "let go" will surely be a tough act to follow. And for that reason alone... "letting go" is a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;decision&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. It is a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;choice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; that one has to make. It is a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;sacrifice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that one has to take. And it is &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;process&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that one has go through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k309/casssiopea/Seasons/Summer/DSCF3573-1.gif" width="430px" height="300px/" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Getting over a painful experience is much like crossing monkey bars. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have to let go at some point in order to move forward."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.great-inspirational-quotes.com/letting-go-quotes.html"&gt;- Anonymous -&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142691767546451273-1769989098338225619?l=www.myrefugeonline.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We struggle. We fight. We survive. We fall. We stand up. We fall again. We give up. We fight back. We succeed. We fail. We surrender. We conquer. And life goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k309/casssiopea/Seasons/Fall/mypix088-1-1.gif" width="450px" height="310px/" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And with all the business we do with our life... there are countless blessings that we see or we fail to see. But with every opportunity we take or fail to take. There are silent witnesses that we sometime recognize or simply ignore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k309/casssiopea/Seasons/Fall/DSCF3902-2.gif" width="450px" height="310px/" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reflect on your present blessings, of which every man has many;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Charles Dickens (1812 - 1870)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142691767546451273-6163403019863330149?l=www.myrefugeonline.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eQs1ZMfaYonb4KAr7uocYUFA-no/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eQs1ZMfaYonb4KAr7uocYUFA-no/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyRefugeOnline/~4/Nll_WyGbWYc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.myrefugeonline.com/feeds/5202409360371692457/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2142691767546451273&amp;postID=5202409360371692457&amp;isPopup=true" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142691767546451273/posts/default/5202409360371692457?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142691767546451273/posts/default/5202409360371692457?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyRefugeOnline/~3/Nll_WyGbWYc/after-storm.html" title="After the Storm" /><author><name>Ruthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10798837273851462794</uri><email>ruthinian@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01941686545284405778" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.myrefugeonline.com/2010/03/after-storm.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4BR344eip7ImA9WxBUEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142691767546451273.post-6952014426334547149</id><published>2010-02-24T10:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T11:12:36.032-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-24T11:12:36.032-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Insight" /><title>Emotions</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7479Y4uxEJo/S4VPiPgk9oI/AAAAAAAACpw/wEqX5XR6kz0/s1600-h/j0439587.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7479Y4uxEJo/S4VPiPgk9oI/AAAAAAAACpw/wEqX5XR6kz0/s400/j0439587.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441843174444430978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes it helps a lot if you can control your emotions. It helps a lot if you can delay outburst. And it helps a lot if you can for one second manage not to react immediately to your negative feelings. Emotion is not a bad thing. What makes it bad is the way we handle it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As a person, we are capable of different emotions and &lt;a href="http://www.ruthilicious.com/2010/02/15/subject-matter-sentiments/"&gt;sentiments&lt;/a&gt;. And different emotions are normally categorized as positive and negative. These emotions are powerful tools that a person can use to live life to the fullest. These emotions on the other hand are also powerful tools that will bring him down. And these emotions can sometimes break another person to pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Emotions... either we handle it or it will take us over. It's our choice. Let us not give our emotions a chance to regret a thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142691767546451273-6952014426334547149?l=www.myrefugeonline.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Not that I didn’t know that nor had no idea about it. It’s just that it was different when it is already for real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought I was prepared for the change. I thought I have the guts to take in the new life that I chose. And I thought I was strong enough to face the challenges awaiting me in my new home. I was all wrong. For the first few months I struggled hard to fight homesickness. I fought so hard to keep my sanity intact. And I tried hard enough to keep my feet on the ground without losing my balance. It was tough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But one thing that really helped me a lot to keep me from snapping and losing “it”… are friends that I found from the most unlikely places. I found real friends who gave me moral support that I needed in my trying times. And when I say “real friends” I mean… virtual friends who are for real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, being out-of-work for the first time in my life since I graduated from college was a life-changing experience. Being a stay-at-home wife for the first time in my life was a humbling experience. And being a new-kid-in-town who has no friends [except Medy who lives 30 miles away] was a very lonely experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During those times… the internet was my only lifeline. The computer was my only un-reluctant friend. And blogging was my new lifestyle. Through blogging I found friends… virtual friends who are kind enough to teach me the complexity of Cyberlandia. And though the &lt;a href="http://www.ruthiniangregoire.com/2010/02/my-take-on-friendship.html"&gt;friendship&lt;/a&gt; was established in an unorthodox way… I still cherish it as any relationship that I had for real. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142691767546451273-1843540010163740908?l=www.myrefugeonline.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In this sense, the term connotes a relationship which involves mutual knowledge, esteem, affection, and respect along with a degree of rendering service to friends in times of need or crisis. Friends will welcome each other's company and exhibit loyalty towards each other, often to the point of altruism. Their tastes will usually be similar and may converge, and they will share enjoyable activities. They will also engage in mutually helping behavior, such as the exchange of advice and the sharing of hardship. A friend is someone who may often demonstrate reciprocating and reflective behaviors. Yet for some, the practical execution of friendship is little more than the trust that someone will not harm them.&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Friendship… by definition or shall I say serious and right definition is always positive. But in reality, life is both positive and negative. Some friends will use the term to con or scam their own friends. Others will use it as an alternative option for a collateral damage. And a few will use it to gain power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Friendship… like in a &lt;a href="http://www.simplybe.co.uk/"&gt;women's large clothing&lt;/a&gt; store presents a wide variety of style, color, sizes and price. You go to look for something in your mind and you find something that will totally blow your mind. You tried everything that appeals to your taste and you either end up buying all that you tried or leave the store empty handed. And you browse the collection hoping that you will find the right outfit only to find out that you either cannot afford it or somebody else has already bought it. In other words, friendship is just like shopping... you need a keen eye, sharp intuition and positive judgment to get a great deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Friendship… like shopping is complicated but a necessity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142691767546451273-1550016290319810357?l=www.myrefugeonline.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Smart. Likes to be the center of attention. Very organized.  High appeal to opposite sex.  Likes to have the last word. Good to find, but hard to keep. Passionate, wonderful lovers.  Fun to be around.. Too trusting at times and gets hurt easily..  VERY caring. They always try to do the right thing and sometimes gets the short end of the stick...  They sometimes get used by others and get hurt because of their tru&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Justify Full" border="0" class="gl_align_full" /&gt;sting.   Extremely weird but in a good way. Good sense of humor!!! Thoughtful. Loves to joke. Very popular. Silly, fun and sweet. Good friend to other but needs to be choosy on who they allow their friends to be.  5 years of bad luck if you do not forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k309/casssiopea/Paintings/DSC00026-1-1.gif" width="300px" height="430px/" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got this in my email one day. As I was reading it I realized that some of the words are true and some are still debatable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I used to be fond of horoscope when I was a little younger. Now that I am a little older it still fascinates me but I am not as eager to know my future… especially if it is followed by the phrase… &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;bad things will happen if you do not forward&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;… or something to that effect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, this particular horoscope doesn’t tell me anything about my future but rather it gives me some light on why I do things. And most of the words used here are kind and positive so it made me feel good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You don’t have to be a rocket scientist to figure out how good word can make people feel good. We are taught how to be nice to others. We are told to do the golden rule. And we have grown to know that saying nice words to others makes you a nice person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nice words… good deeds… positive attitudes… aren’t they easy as A, B, C? Isn’t it easier to say good words? Isn’t it easier to see good deeds? Isn’t easier to recognize positive attitudes? Assuming that your answer is YES… then why are there people who can’t talk nicely? Why are there people who are not happy when others are doing good deeds? Why are there people who only see the negative things in others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so short, as they always say. It could be a cliche but it is also a reality. Nobody can go wrong if once in a rare while people will think about doing the right thing. Doing good things is a &lt;a href="http://www.gregoire-builders.com/2010/01/great-investment.html"&gt;great investment&lt;/a&gt;, so to speak. 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It's not because we are trying to be in Santa's list anymore but maybe because it's already in our subconscious that this is the season for &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;giving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forgiving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k309/casssiopea/Images/Thingy/DSCF4190-1.gif" width="450" height="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brings the worse in us, when we are pressured by one aspect of the season... the giving aspect, that is. And no matter how psyched up we are about the "&lt;em&gt;giving&lt;/em&gt;" part... which supposed to mean something beyond the materialistic point of view, still we cannot help it but to embrace the more popular definition of giving - &lt;strong&gt;gifts&lt;/strong&gt;. Giving material things is now part and parcel of the whole &lt;a href="http://www.gregoire-builders.com/2009/12/holidays-hoopla.html"&gt;holiday hoopla&lt;/a&gt; because when materialism and commercialism conquered the world... giving is most felt when it is tangible. And in this time of economic crisis... you need to use your imagination to justify the true meaning of Christmas or else you will feel the pressure. However, despite this negative implication of giving, the positive side will always shine. After all true giving will never be outshone by materialism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myrefugeonline.com/2008/03/i-need-break.html"&gt;Forgiveness&lt;/a&gt; on the other hand, is always part of the holiday package. This is the season when people try their best not only to be good to others but to forgive others who did them wrong. This is the season of great opportunity to patch things up with people we had misunderstanding with. And since this is the time of the year when people are always vulnerable and ready to let go of their negative vibes, people are always willing to give or take second chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas! This is the season for many reasons. This is the season where the worse is overpowered by the best. This is the season when despite the material things or the lack of it, people still give and take. And this is the season to forgive even the unforgiveable because after all, this is the season when love reigns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142691767546451273-3825634699775734911?l=www.myrefugeonline.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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You cannot condemn a person for trying to make a living with whatever way he chooses. You cannot judge a person for making a bad business decision in order to make both ends meet. And you cannot blame a person if he steals from someone to put food on the table. Whether one makes a living legally or otherwise, it is human instinct that dictates one to do something for survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human being learns the basic following his instinct. The evolution of work and the compensations one gets from such effort are the essential factors for the development of the human race. From agriculture to domestication of animal to invention of technologies to more invention left and right... the human race is unstoppable. From exchange of goods with another goods (simply put... barter) to exchange of knowledge with another idea (read: education) to sourcing of raw materials in exchange for service (translation: compensation)... the human race is limitless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work gives one a certain degree of dignity. It gives one a sense of confidence. And it gives one a feeling of security. People look for job not only to survive but to make himself a useful and productive human being. But it does not necessarily mean too that people who are out of work are undignified, inconfident and insecured. But one needs to get the necessary skill to be able to get remuneration for his effort and service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However we look at it, &lt;a href="http://www.ruthinian.com/2008/03/reaching-out-and-getting-paid-off.html"&gt;making a living&lt;/a&gt; is not making a life but it is life itself. We need to work to make ourselves useful and productive. We need to work to be able to express ourselves in a way we know how and to gain a certain sense of pride for ourselves. And we need to work to leave a legacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how small or big our contribution to our workplace, we achieve something for ourselves. No matter how little or huge we look at the job we do, we make a great impact in our workplace. And no matter how important or insignificant our work to our own personal evaluation, we still get compensated for that work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We work to make a living, so let's not not live to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142691767546451273-5912934655997696651?l=www.myrefugeonline.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My palms were sweating like crazy. My heart was beating furiously. My knees were shaking uncontrolably. I was breathing fast and nervous. My anticipation was too overwhelming to comprehend. And I can't take my eyes off the small balls bearing familiar numbers in the raffle drum as they were dropped there one after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happened so fast. The world stood still as the host repeated the 6 numbers drawn. I had to pinch myself to focus. I finally had the common sense to look at the paper I was holding since the lottery numbers were drawn that night. I had to look at the paper to make sure that it has the right numbers that were called out. And YES! The numbers on the paper I was holding were the exact numbers that won the jackpot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ruthinian.com/2008/11/i-won.html"&gt;I WON&lt;/a&gt; THE JACKPOT! I won 55 million dollars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN... I WOKE UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn dream! I tried to go back to sleep to recall the numbers so I can bet on them for real. I tried to go back to bed to dream it again but I failed. I tried to close my eyes so tight trying to search my brain of any hint of recorded numbers from the dream that I just had... but I wasn't successful. I tried to lie down again hoping that I will be able to remember at least 5 numbers but I only came up with 1 and 17, but still I wasn't sure enough that those two numbers were the ones I saw in my dream. Then, I gave up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I never remember any of my dreams. Who does, anyway? Most of my dreams are fragments of things I never have any recollections of. Dreams that are constantly bugging me in my deepest sleep… dreams that are continuously giving me vague clue of the past or perhaps the future… dreams that are persistently waking me up in the middle of the night giving me yet another unsolved puzzles to my existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are dreams made of? Why are they so haunting yet fascinating? Why are they so persistent yet intriguing? Why are they so gripping yet elusive? I never remember any of my dreams. Maybe I will never will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142691767546451273-9134781822628746780?l=www.myrefugeonline.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Trying to understand it makes it more interesting if not more incomprehensible because the more I try to understand life, the more I get confused. Its mystery never ceases to amaze me. And its enigma never stops captivating me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a chance to experience life in all sizes and shapes. And just like other people I got the chance to see life in different angles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As a DAUGHTER&lt;/strong&gt;... my parents taught me how to make the right choices and to take a stand for the consequences of the choices I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 200px" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k309/casssiopea/Family/islesboro894-1.gif" width="320" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As a SISTER&lt;/strong&gt;... I was blessed with two brothers who shared with me a happy childhood full of happy memories. They are my partners-in-crime and together we grew up into responsible human beings bonded not only by blood but by the love, loyalty, trust, respect and common sense that mom and dad showed us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 420px; HEIGHT: 300px" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k309/casssiopea/Family/with%20SIBLINGS/islesboro861-1.gif" width="420" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As a FRIEND&lt;/strong&gt;... I have challenged myself to deal with other people outside my family. It taught me the skill to relate to other people with the same confidence I had with my own family. The trust, respect, and loyalty that I learned from home was strengthened and made solid though my personal interaction with other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 420px; HEIGHT: 300px" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k309/casssiopea/MYSELF/With%20People/Friends/friends-1.gif" width="420" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 420px; HEIGHT: 300px" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k309/casssiopea/MYSELF/With%20People/Friends/friends1-1.gif" width="420" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As a WORKER and a CO-WORKER&lt;/strong&gt;... I was able to value work without prejudice. I have learned that dedication and hard work are the basic ingredients for a by-product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 420px; HEIGHT: 300px" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k309/casssiopea/Students/work-1.gif" width="420" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As an &lt;a href="http://www.ruthilicious.com/"&gt;EDUCATOR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... I was able to teach the values that I strongly uphold and was able to learn other important values from my students as well. I did not only teach them what I know but they taught me more than what I know about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 420px; HEIGHT: 300px" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k309/casssiopea/Students/students-1.gif" width="420" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As a &lt;a href="http://www.ruthiniangregoire.com/"&gt;WIFE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... I am now learning to understand the value of sharing and selflessness. Having a partner is not just having someone to go home to or to share your food with... or having someone who will pay your bills and buy you what you want... or someone to fight and nag... or someone to clean up your mess... but it is having someone to celebrate life with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 420px; HEIGHT: 300px" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k309/casssiopea/MYSELF/With%20Hubby/Wedding/islesboro045d-1.gif" width="420" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As a &lt;a href="http://www.ruthinian.com/"&gt;HUMAN BEING&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... I am always grateful to the ONE who put me here... the ONE who never stops watering the earth to make the seed grow. The ONE who is patient when I am snapping. The ONE who is loving when I am hating. The ONE who is waiting when I am procrastinating. The ONE who is rejoicing when I am laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 200px" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k309/casssiopea/MYSELF/me-1.gif" width="320" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned a lot of hard lessons in life, both good and bad. And for the past 42 years of my existence I went through a lot of trials that I know have made me become the kind of person that I am now. I did have my fair share of life's ups and downs. And with each rising and falling, a new lesson is learned... a new meaning is defined... a new blessing is given. There might have been times when I hate or dislike what I see.. feel... think and I back-slided every chance I get from my personal conviction. But SOMEONE never gives up on me... so I did not have the chance to give up too. As what the late Fr. Rene Cosico told me once when I was complaining about life - "Grow where you are planted.", I learned how to turn the situation to my advantage. It was not always easy but trying makes the difference. It taught me not just patience but resilience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every sunrise and every sunset is a challenge that I face everyday of my life. And every moment is a chance for me to grow... to learn... to rejoice... to trust... to love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142691767546451273-8570524639812618750?l=www.myrefugeonline.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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