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It's going to be a very sweet november this 2010! :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1407395228349289502-8095886161777824270?l=yenniie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;I've just moved into a new company. I started working there last week and I just can't get over how different it is from my previous company. I don't want to bad mouth my previous company but, boy, was I just surprised with the difference.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, this new company of mine specializes in human resource services. I won't go into the nitty gritty details but basically what the company is very good at is offering solutions (advice and technology) to other companies on how to attract and retain employees. Each offer and each benefit and each rule have been well researched before giving to the employees. It might be too early to tell, but so far, I've noticed that my teammates are generally happy and well challanged. My boss has been with the company for 16 years! My team has been there for 2 years and only 5 people have resigned since its initiation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My gosh! I was used to having people resign every month in my old company. Within this year, 10 people have left our team, and it's just October! The reason behind the monthly resignation is that our company offers such a small salary, very few benefits and poor management. I acknowledge the fact that it's just a small company and I truly believe that they're at least trying to improve the working conditions. However, you do get what you pay for. Not being able to compensate the employees properly will lead people to feel under appreciated. But this alone won't make them leave. Other factors include:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;lack of communication with management&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;too much politics&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;lack or unclear company vision and goals&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;too much stress&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of these factors were present with my previous company. I admit, I liked my team. But then again, just having fun with my teammates will not enable me to achieve my goals. I do miss everyone, but I'm not a person who would dwell too much (there are exceptions). All I know right now is that I'm excited to see how much I would grow in my new company. Like I said, you do get what you pay for.&lt;br /&gt;
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Related to &lt;a href="http://anthemoftheheart.wordpress.com/2010/08/30/perfect/"&gt;Perfect Timing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And what a year it has been!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good bye 2009 and hello 2010. So many changes have happened and I don't even know where to begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've discovered that sometimes, no matter how hard you try and no matter what success you achieve, if you're really not into your work, you really won't be happy. There are also times when your work which returns so little, would give you so much joy precisely because it is what you love to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've found that... well at least for now part time. And I'm happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Colossians 3:23 "And whatsoever ye do, do it heartily, as to the Lord and &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;not &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;unto &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;men&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Please support beep beep adventure tours! 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Admittedly, I just started reading that particular book after I saw the &lt;a href="http://www.google.com.ph/url?sa=t&amp;amp;source=web&amp;amp;oi=video_result&amp;amp;ct=res&amp;amp;cd=2&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DaqNgsnsMnsI&amp;amp;ei=Um1wSpjYD5jw7APonPCsCw&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNHfhSZb9eDtPfUS-M0w7L4ysoL8Mg&amp;amp;sig2=VxGAAam7DVYhQNJFKv5lOQ"&gt;awesome trailer&lt;/a&gt;. What can I say? I'm a visual person. I like books but sometimes I just need a little motivation by Rachel McAdams and Eric Bana holding hands to make me borrow the book from a friend (Thanks Berenice). Please do not read this blog if you do not want to see spoilers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trailer: I loved it. It was perfect and I couldn't help but have goosebumps. The background song was perfect (Broken by Lifehouse).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I am here still waiting though i still have my doubts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; With a broken heart that's still beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; In the pain, there is healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; In your name I find meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I'm barely holdin' on to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I tried my best to be guarded, I'm an open book instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I still see your reflection inside of my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; That are looking for a purpose, they're still looking for life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; with a broken heart that's still beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; In the pain (in the pain), is there healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; In your name (in your name) I find meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; So I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I'm barely holdin' on to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I'm hangin' on another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Just to see what you throw my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; And I'm hanging on to the words you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; You said that I will be OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; The broken lights on the freeway left me here alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I may have lost my way now, haven't forgotten my way home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; with a broken heart that's still beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; In the pain(In the pain) there is healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; In your name I find meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; So I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I'm barely holdin' on to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'), I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin'),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I'm barely holdin' on to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a classic love story with a twist. I love the part in the book when Clare said she had no choice. She has already been destined to love Henry since she was 6 years old. Not time, distance nor death can erase/lessen the love she has for that man. I remember a conversation I had with a friend regarding this story. He said that with a love story like this, it seemed like a matchmaking session in the olden Chinese times, where you had no choice but to follow what fate/the parents/the matchmaker gave you. You just had to go with the flow since you know you'll be together eventually. I mean with Chinese matchmaking before, the first time you'll see each other is during the wedding and you'll have to spend the rest of your life together, getting to know each other. With Clare and Henry's love story, it had a happy ... story (Can't think of a better word).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next point, I wonder if it was better for Clare to have not met Henry? Would it have been better for her to end up with another man (Gomez), who's also in love with her but without the burden of having to time travel? She's periodically lonely, waiting and waiting for Henry to come back. Would it have been better to experience blissful happiness for a short time rather than be satisfactorily satisfied for a long while? It was bliss for her when she was young because Henry was like a surprise from Santa Claus popping out every once in a while. But once she got married to him, he's periodically gone. Periodically, in and out of her life. My answer is that if it were me, I'd choose to be blissfully happy for a short while, because at least I'd have no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strong theme in the book is also the exercise of free will. It takes a strong person not to change the past. A lot has happend to Henry, and as a time traveller, he has the choice to change everything once he goes back. But he chose not to. I think he could have also changed how or when he could die. But then again, changing the past or future is a tricky business. I always belive that God has a purpose for everything and even if you try to resist, you'll always be led to your destined path. Now what of free will? We still have our free will, but He can predict our moves and then provide alternatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, until the end, I was wondering about him not showing up to visit Clare in the future but he always chose to visit Alba. My guess is that it would be harder for Clare to move on if she always sees Henry. Alba, meanwhile, still needs a father's guidance. She needs Henry to show her the ropes in time travelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's my favorite quote from the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Clare, I want to tell you, again, I love you. Our love has been the thread through the labyrinth, the net under the high-wire walker, the only real thing in this strange life of mine that I could ever trust. Tonight I feel that my love for you has more density in this world than I do, myself: as though it could linger on after me and surround you, keep you, hold you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1407395228349289502-995094756035967196?l=yenniie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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MJ and I were the ones who suggested to join the travel factor tour instead of creating our own since we were all girls. The tour did a damage of PHP 4,900 for each person. Doing a self tour would probably cost around PHP 4000 and is quite easy because of the Visit Sagada and SAGGAS website but since it's peak season, we decided that we didn't want the hassle of planning it ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tiff and Danica joined the tour as well as Tiffany's bf, Lionel and his friends. My officemates, meanwhile, took the place of MJ's three friends who had to back out because of an emergency. Bedette was also supposed to go with us, however, due to a business emergency, she had to back out as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emil, Rich, Jack and I were supposed to leave the office early to beat the weekend rush and have dinner (and Emil's nail cleaning). Unfortunately, our meeting went on for sooo long that we left the office late. And as luck would have had it, we couldn't find any free taxi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:50 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting time at the Cable Tour E.Rodriguez bus stop was 7:30 pm and we'll be leaving by 8 pm. Good thing we were able to catch up. We were the last ones to arrive actually. I found out that there were seating arrangements! Boo! Oh well, turns out that the who bus wasn't rented by Travel Factor so we had to follow their call. Tiff, Lionel and his friends were on the other bus so there was no time to catch up before we leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the station at around this time. Finally! The trip begins. I was so excited I couldn't sleep. When I did eventually fall asleep, I had 'The Killing' dream. *Sigh* Good thing I woke up because we had our first stop somewhere in Bulacan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 4, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first glimpse of the Banaue Rice Terraces. And just as I expected, it was majestic. Most of us were still sleepy but that didn't stop us from energetically posing and taking pictures of the famous terraces. I'm a mountain person which is why I was in my element there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that back in grade school, our teachers told us that this was the 8th wonder of the world. Imagine my confusion when I learned that there were only 7 wonders of the world. But I agree that this could be included as a world wonder. You can just see the work and dedication it took to make the terraces what it is today. Unfortunately, I think the younger Ifugaos do not maintain them and do not find farming appealing which is why you can see some wear and tear in the walls. I wonder who it would feel to trek up the rice terraces? You'll definitely need stamina for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have gone on and one taking pictures of the place but the bus driver gave us only around 15 minutes. So I had to settle for taking pictures through the bus window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not completely sure  about the time but I think this is when we arrived at the Cable Car Restaurant in Batad, Banaue. I was surprised to see another friend there, Torie, who went to college with MJ and I (CCS girl).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ, Dan and I were hungry but the travel factor representative, Tikoy Tan, started off with an orientation and gave us our shirts and IDs. Finally after about 30 mins (or was it an hour?), we were all ushered to the kitchen for a hot plate of breakfast. The moutain coffee and a full meal finally woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally arrived at Sagada! Unfortunately, my attention was caught by the HUGE mosquito on my very colorful bag. Grr, and I couldn't get it off at all. Good thing MJ was there to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda traffic in Sagada since the road was only large enough for one vehicle. We had to walk to our inn but it was alright because the weather was so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were staying at Alibama Inn and Resto Bar which was just in front of George Guest House. The place was very nice and cosy but had no hot water and only had common comfort rooms (one for the men and one of the women). Good thing most of us on that floor were friends (Thanks travel factor ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00 pm - 5:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our lunch of yummy fresh veggies and adobo. I don't know what's with the food here in the mountains but they are sooo good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few mins of unpacking and freshening up, we were called out by the guides to start our tour. First stop was the trek across the rice terraces to Banga-an Falls or more commonly called the Big Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the jeep which would bring us to the drop of point, the first thing that came to my mind was that I needed to experience riding on top of it. Tyron, our guide, told us it was safe so I climbed up at once. MJ, Rich, Jack and Emil followed suit and spent mintues deciding how to position ourselves because both Emil and I were accident-prone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like roller coaster ride because of the uneven pavement. I kind of had a hard time taking pictures because I was too busy holding on the railings. Most of my pictures had Emil's head in it. Boo! The five of us became the automatic horn of the jeep since we were the ones shouting whenever a car is approaching on the bend. It was the perfect time to ride the top since the breeze was just cool and the sun wasn't too hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we reached the drop-off point, Tyron, our guide, gave us an orientation and background of the terraces (which I couldn't remember).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And off we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather started out fine, but since I was there, of course, it just had to start raining! Seriously, everytime I go on a trip, it would just starting raining there. I'm sooo blessed! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hike wasn't too bad. The scenery was beautiful which took away some of the fatigue. Tyron was also very helpful. Danica had quite a hard time but he assisted us along the way and answered all of our questions. This let to Danica telling him, "Kung magkakaanak ako, ipapangalan ko siyang Tyron". To which MJ then replied, "Si Tyron nalang dapat asawa mo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take much pictures since I didn't want to get my precious D50 wet. My Canon Ixus was also a new one so I didn't want to bring it out. However, the shutterbug virus inside me just couldn't resist so I finally used the digicam to take snapshots of the view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining quite a bit harder when we arrived at the Big Falls, but I enjoyed it all the more. Like I mentioned before, I'm accident-prone and had my first gasgas when I slipped while going down the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water was ice-cold but you wouldn't feel it being submerged in it after a while. The area's quite rocky and steep at the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have been better if there were only a few people in the area (just like when we went to Busay Falls in Bicol) but alas! we were part of a group of 56 people. It was quite hard to take pictures of the place without someone in the background. This was the most beautiful falls I've seen so far. Definitely worth the climb, but I wish it wasn't raining. I could have taken more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing exciting on the hike back. We were all hurrying to get back to the jeep because it was getting dark and we were soooo cold! Brrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody sat on top of the jeep on the way home. And most of our group rushed to the comfort room to take a bath but MJ and Tiff requested for hot water for us so we had to wait for it. MJ, Tiff, Lionel and I had our dinner first. As usual, fresh vegetables were part of the meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiff, MJ and I were the last ones to take a bath and it was definitely worth it to wait for the hot water. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After freshening up, Emil, Jack, Rich, Tiff, Lionel, Danica, MJ and I went to look for Lemon Pie House which I heard served the best (well what else?) lemon pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their specialties were the egg pie and lemon pie each for PHP 20 only. Personally, I liked the egg pie better because it wasn't so sour plus I like the creamy consistency. Most of us were quite full so we opted to share the dessert. As usual, MJ was the one who finished all the food (with my help, hehe) PG mode again. I wanted to go to the Yogurt House but Tiff said that since we still had some free time tomorrow afternoon, we'll just go then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to our inn, the beautiful night sky caught our attention. There's just something magical about the night sky in the province, with all the stars so clearly littered across the sky. You just can't get a view like that back in the city. (It's so polluted!) Tiff, Lionel and I enjoyed taking pictures for a few mintues before heading to bed. I really should learn night photography, 'cuz the picture I took didn't do justice to the beauty of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonding moments with my roommates. MJ and Danica wouldn't stop joking that a mananangal would come and take me away since I slept beside the window. I was too tired to be scared haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could still hear faint sounds of reggae music but it's off to sleep for us since we had to wake up at 4:00 am for the sunrise at Kiltepan Point!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1407395228349289502-2802199507980277610?l=yenniie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Well, maybe not high paying job but I job which I would really enjoy... and I thought I found it. What I didn't take into consideration is the declining economy of the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my story. I went on a series of job interviews and exams and got accepted at Logica and PLDT which I both turned down since I still had vacations planned as well as me not liking the job/place/salary they were offering me. Then, Headstrong offered me a two-week training on Natural-ADABAS which I accepted. I also refered 7 of my friends there. I didn't like coding too much but I had a blast training with my friends and some new people. We were 14 in all in that training 12 of which came from DLSU. The training isn't a guarantee that we will be accepted in Headstrong but you could consider it a two-week entrance exam. I didn't excel there but I was pretty sure I passed, the trainer said so himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I decided to help my mom out with her business in Davao and had time to reflect on what I really wanted. It was during this time that Lawson called me for their bootcamp training which starts on the first week of November. I had my phone interview with the HR and she invited me for a panel interview with the 5 managers of Lawson. I was attracted to their bootcamp because it  has a 3-month training wherein the 8 chosen participants are rotated around the 5 different departments and allowed to choose which department they want to go to. This is perfect for me because I'm not really good in IT so I'll need the training. Besides, IST jobs are really hard to come by. So the thing is, I had a wonderful time in the interview and all 5 of the panel were laughing by the time we finished with my interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the result of my interview which was scheduled to happen after a day, I scheduled interviews with Information Gateway and Knowledge Channel which were both related to IST. Then I got the call from Lawson that I was one of the 8 who passed and will undergo the bootcamp starting 1st week of November. The asked me to take a medical exam courtesy of their office and after they get the results, they will show us the job offer. The HR even called me again after my medical exam to make sure that I didn't miss any requirement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week, while I was waiting for Lawson's call, Headstrong called. Turns out, I was one of the top 5 in the training and was invited to see their job offer. Only 5 out of the 8 of us friends were given the job offer. Of course, it left the others kinda disappointed. My other 4 friends were seriously considering taking the offer already but I was very hesitant. After all, I already had Lawson's promise of an offer and I like it better there. Headstrong gave me less than 24 hrs to decide at which I decided the next day to decline. Less than 1 hour after I texted Headstrong, they called up one of my friends to take the spot I declined. During this time, I was already very anxious because I still havent' received any news from Lawson so I decided to text them. No reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, I woke up with a text message from Headstrong saying that if my plans change, I shouldn't hesitate to call them. But then, I recieved news that all 5 of my friends signed with Headstrong already. Besides, I honestly didn't like it there all that much. I mean I like the work environment, the people are awesome but the work isn't something I would like to do for the next 2 years. That afternoon, Idecided to call Lawson. When the HR answered my call, her first words were ' Lorraine, I was just about to call you.'  What a lie! Then she proceded to tell me that they cancelled the bootcamp and stopped hiring. So the question in my head was why the hell didn't they call to tell us? I asked one of the 8 who was also supposed to be part of the bootcamp and she didnt know anything at all. The thing is, it is not the company's fault if they became victims of the declining economy. But couldn't they have at least the decency to call us and tell us that they're stopping their hiring process? The managers of Lawson were right, their HR sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am now. I've stopped job hunting for now since it's almost the end of the year and most companies wouldn't be hiring anymore. I've just made plans to earn money in a different way... maybe this new failure I experienced would lead me to a new and better plan for my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1407395228349289502-3729341534744826749?l=yenniie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AQhRlb8uGN4O7A31kZ4z_BZr_h4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AQhRlb8uGN4O7A31kZ4z_BZr_h4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfAWanderer/~4/ZaVMnI144G8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yenniie.blogspot.com/feeds/7087971689741081966/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1407395228349289502&amp;postID=7087971689741081966" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407395228349289502/posts/default/7087971689741081966?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407395228349289502/posts/default/7087971689741081966?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfAWanderer/~3/ZaVMnI144G8/lifes-funny-this-way.html" title="Life's Funny This Way" /><author><name>Lorraine Chua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08678172684018080519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c24/yenniie/cutee/mackiemooo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yenniie.blogspot.com/2008/09/lifes-funny-this-way.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4MSXc6eCp7ImA9WxRSEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407395228349289502.post-1008030426810738393</id><published>2008-09-10T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T10:16:28.910-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-10T10:16:28.910-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="20 Questions" /><title>20 Questions</title><content type="html">I've been wanting to watch the play 20 questions since forever and at last tonight, I got the chance. Even though it was raining hard and some of my friends had a lot of things to do, we really set aside time for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an impromput adventure since we couldn't find a taxi to go to Univ of Makati. It was raining hard and the 5 of us only had 2 umbrellas. We eventually rode MRT and LRT but still couldn't find a taxi or jeep to take us from the station to the place. finally, we were able to convince a taxi to take us all in one taxi. We were already late since the show started at 7:30 and it was already almost 8pm. We were running hard and thank God there were still tickets. we were already thinking of scenarios if the tickets were already sold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 questions is a play made by Juan Ekis. A few years before, it was circulated through email and became one of the top love stories online. 2 years ago, they made it into an official play and now they had their 2nd run. It's about a girl and a guy who're part of the same barkada and victims of a tradition in their barkada where they are locked into a room together for 24 hours. Basically what they talked about are about love, sexuality and morality which I think are issues of our generation today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This play is something most men and women could relate to. I guess you can find Yumi in a lot of girls right now and Jiggs, too. Watching the play led to wonder if there still is a Jiggs out there, and I guess I could say yes. Someone who still has his morality intact is hard to find and a treasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1407395228349289502-1008030426810738393?l=yenniie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was convincing both Barias and Jao to write both their (tragic) love stories at Our Awesome Planet so if one of them wins, the winner would get 2 free tickets to the show and of course give one ticket to me. However, as both of them were too busy with thesis and everything, I just bought last minute tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;West side story is a gang version of Romeo and Juliet. Everything here happens rapidly since Toni and Maria (the leading characters) fell in love in the first 10 minutes of the show and the next 2 hours was spent fighting for their love. Everything about their love story is just too fast. I guess I just can't understand what love at first sight means, without experiencing it for myself. In all honesty, I didn't really like the play all that much because of the beginning of their love story. However, I just loved how they fought for each other and understood each other in the midst of all opposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite is the song 'Something's Coming' which is about feeling that something new and exciting is going to happen in their lives even without them knowing what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Could be! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Who knows? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There's something due any day; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I will know right away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Soon as it shows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It may come cannonballing down through the sky, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Gleam in its eye, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Bright as a rose! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Who knows? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's only just out of reach, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Down the block, on a beach, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Under a tree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I got a feeling there's a miracle due, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Gonna come true, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Coming to me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Could it be? Yes, it could. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Something's coming, something good, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If I can wait! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Something's coming, I don't know what it is, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Gonna be great! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;With a click, with a shock, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Phone'll jingle, door'll knock, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Open the latch! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Something's coming, don't know when, but it's soon; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Catch the moon, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;One-handed catch! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Around the corner, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Or whistling down the river, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Come on, deliver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;To me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Will it be? Yes, it will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Maybe just by holding still, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It'll be there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Come on, something, come on in, don't be shy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Meet a guy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Pull up a chair! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The air is humming, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And something great is coming! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Who knows? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's only just out of reach, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Down the block, on a beach, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Maybe tonight . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--Lyrics End--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This was the song Toni sang before meeting Maria at the dance that night. I guess the reaon why I like this so much is because I'm feeling the same way. That something exciting is going to happen to my life soon. Well I hope something exciting does happen. Because I'm really tired of my old boring life. I feel that I need something new, something I've never experienced before... *sigh* I want more than just computers, coding, flash, editing, thesis and DLSU. I guess I want to experience the rush of adrenaline by plunging into the unknown. This is why I crave travelling so much. I want to meet new people too. I love my friends right now, I really do, and I don't want to be disconnected from them, however, my craving for a new life is what is burning inside me right now. I just hope and pray to God that I would find a job abroad so I  can get a taste of independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1407395228349289502-6846460957913875030?l=yenniie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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How apt that it was another formdev friend who taught me this and now I dedicate this to my wonderful FORMDEV family in DLSU. I had a previous &lt;a href="http://yenmae.blogspot.com/2007/08/formation-and-development.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; about them around a year ago when Gucci was about to graduate. His leaving was the first time I cried. We made a video in his formdev memory. When he left, it was probably the first time that I really felt that someone was missing in FORMDEV. He was a huge (literally and figuatively) part of the family that I had a hard time imagining life in FORMDEV without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I'm standin' here outside your door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I hate to wake you up to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember the last recollection we had during the summer of 2008. Brother Ceci was the one who took the pictures of us leaving the house a few people at a time. Walton was the one who showed this to me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Yen/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QQxfhgbiVc/SL7IdpsISLI/AAAAAAAACqo/PpGSDdIDbe4/s1600-h/IMG-6647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QQxfhgbiVc/SL7IdpsISLI/AAAAAAAACqo/PpGSDdIDbe4/s320/IMG-6647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241847428038543538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QQxfhgbiVc/SL7IdkvIUqI/AAAAAAAACqw/_Vk-_V7Bdjw/s1600-h/IMG-6651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QQxfhgbiVc/SL7IdkvIUqI/AAAAAAAACqw/_Vk-_V7Bdjw/s320/IMG-6651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241847426708951714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QQxfhgbiVc/SL7Idn_mvzI/AAAAAAAACq4/kqBQ9YyRzLw/s1600-h/IMG-6653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QQxfhgbiVc/SL7Idn_mvzI/AAAAAAAACq4/kqBQ9YyRzLw/s320/IMG-6653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241847427583360818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess I was just reminded how fleeting time is. Every moment we don't grasp with the people we love, is a moment we'll never get back. I had so much time with them. I was with FORMDEV for 4 years or so but I never really appreciated them until this last year. People would always leave, no matter how close you are because goodbyes are part of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; The taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his horn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Already I'm so lonesome I could die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm really sad about leaving college right now. I never thought I could feel this way because I thought that the last stretch of my college life was just full of school work and thesis. If the years in my college life will be given a value (1-sad; 5-happy) it would be like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Year 1 - 3 (Pabunging bunging lang)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Year 2 - 4 (cool IST tlga... making the most out of everything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Year 3 - 4 (roller coaster love life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Year 4 - 1 (pressure, pressure and pressure plus of course lots of failures)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Year 5 - 4 (moo bonding but towards the end, nawala narin kasi grad na) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Year 6 - 5 (nothing beats the extreme friendship of formdev)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irnonically, the best years of my college life were the last years when i was actually already delayed. It's not that I didn't enjoy being with my batchmates and blockmates, but I guess in both moo and formdev, I found people who really have the same values as me. So now I'm really sad because I'm leaving just when I'm experiencing the best parts. I can't not leave, this was what I've been waiting for for a long time. This was what I worked hard for for more than a year. But I've come to love these people - Jao, Walton, Calvin, Jas, Jen, Paul, Jder, Jeri, Milton, Harry, Carlo, Waway, Chester, Em, Bari, Cecille, Eddie, Adz, JayR, Nicole, Chantal, Klindt, Rigor, Patrick, Raisa, etc. My BS group was the closest group of friends I've ever had in FORMDEV and I'm so happy that I accepted that ministry task. God blessed me with true friends and helped me grow in Him and with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this term, I just can't describe the closeness we've finally experienced with each other. The tears, and laughter we'ver shared are immeasurable. Every moment in the FORMDEV room is a moment to remember (add more if you have some more memories).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nicole's uber corny jokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Girl bonding and chikahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chika minute interview about 'issues'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;VO for our thesis (Rigor's fan sound)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thesising at FORMDEV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gaming at FORMDEV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eating, and hiding from the DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Walton and Carlo's antics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guys' asaran, kulitan at lahat lahat na!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pakikipagtalo sa bulldog DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BS moments - sharing and trusting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; So kiss me and smile for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QQxfhgbiVc/SL7O2QpOePI/AAAAAAAACrA/4TPeKkarABY/s1600-h/IMG-1283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QQxfhgbiVc/SL7O2QpOePI/AAAAAAAACrA/4TPeKkarABY/s320/IMG-1283.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241854447881976050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That goodbye session during the recollection was... indescribable. The last time I did something like that was during the HS retreat. Everyone was crying and hugging. This was the most emotional goodbye FORMDEV has ever had. There are 15 graduates but 20 newbies. More came in than those who will go out. We had a reason to celebrate because FORMDEV will continue to live on. But then again, those newbies never had the experience we had before. There were some people whom I hugged whom I didn't want to let go, even those newbies. The short time we had spent with each other was enough to form a bond, a bond that was created even before they came in because each faci is already connected with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; 'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm definitely leaving FORMDEV for greener pastures. FORMDV helped me start my relationship with the Lord, but it doesn't mean that I'll be there forever. I can't imagine how Doc feels everytime someone leaves, everyone of us will eventually leave but he would always stay in FORMDEV which is his baby. The people before like Franco and Abro and Gucci tried all to come back, but then it's hard with work and all. Afterall, we all get other responsiblies as we grow older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; There's so many times I've let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; So many times I've played around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I'll tell you now, they don't mean a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pasaway ako sobra dati. Muntik na nag ako magquit e. Pero in the end, these people still accepted me. I just have to thank the people who convinced me to stay on and not give up. These are the oldies who truly know what it means to be a faci.Thank you so much because I was able to experience a different kind of closeness with you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Every place I go, I think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Every song I sing, I sing for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; When I come back I'll wear your wedding ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; So kiss me and smile for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; 'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Now the time has come to leave you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; One more time, oh, let me kiss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; And close your eyes and I'll be on my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Dream about the days to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; When I won't have to leave alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; About the times that I won't have to say ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;"once a faci, always a faci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1407395228349289502-4478211960641561130?l=yenniie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I had so many plans. I wanted to do so much. I wanted to try out new things such as trekking, biking and fishing during my birthday, but, unfortunately, I can't. Because I had to do my thesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I realized that I didn't need to plan so much to have fun. I went to school that day and saw the friends who made my day. I never realized how much love I've been given until that day. The simple texts and the simple msgs, the casual greetings and the smiles. I didn't need a gift that day. Just the gift of love, which I knew I got loads of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the day with my mom. We had girl bonding over coffee and breakfast at UCC. It has been a long time since I really bonded with her, and this time, I was on equal footing with her. After all, I'm soon graduating. I guess she now regards me as a confidant rather than just a daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I headed off to school where I met Barias who went to school early to teach me to play the guitar. The first time I held a guitar was during my first recollection workshop in Lasalle. Dane was the one who tried to teach me how to play but I just  couldn't learn. It was only this time when Barias, with the help of Jao, had the patience to teach me that I finally could play my first song, "Leaving on a Jet Plane".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I went to mass to spend time with God because after all, without his help, I wouldn't feel so contented. Barias accompanied me there. I realized that no matter how much effort I put into something, it would mean nothing without God's blessing. I'm glad after so many years, I finally went to mass just to thank Him on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole afternoon of thesis, my family fetched me at school for a dinner at Midtown. I was so happy with them. We're not really a very close family, but that day, I guess I just felt so blessed having all of us together - laughing and talking. I guess I've learned to appreciate my family, faults and all. It came with age too I guess. I'm mature enough to accept that my parents are not perfect because they're humans too and it's my job as the eldest to help them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On August 27, I not just grew old, but I grew full of love, happiness and laughter. Thank you so much to everyone who had a part in my growth. I love you all so much. Some of you havestayed a lifetime, some lasted for a while, but in anycase, I just know that you've left a lasting memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1407395228349289502-6460769603755693961?l=yenniie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Given that I slept at around 3am, I was still very groggy but we decided to push through with our Sunday morning activity - biking around Quezon Memorial Circle. It was a day we looked forward to. We had planned to bike a week ago in CCP but the plan was thwarted when we learned that those rent-a-bikes where already driven out from the complex. So, on a very sunny August morning, Walton, Jao, Calvin, Paul and I headed Quezon Memorial Circle, one of the very few places in Manila where they rent bikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I biked was last year in Canada when my cousin, Ahia Dan, taught me how to bike and drive around their area. It wasn't very successful given that my legs were aching after an hour or so of getting bruises and cuts all over. I still have the evidence on my legs, which was why I refrained from wearing skirts and shorts for a few months after that incident. Now, because of our impending trip to Singapore, and also my desire to learn something new before I turn 23 (on Aug 27), we pushed through with our biking adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was my first time to go to QMC, we had to circle twice before we found the entrance to the park. It was a very good thing Paul brought his car. Parking only cost PHP 15. In the car, we were joking what would happen if we found out that the people who rent bicycles there already pulled out. Since it was my idea, I said that I would treat them all to lunch for waking up early. Fortunately, I didn't have to treat them. We found the rent-a-bikes on the other side of where we parked and a lot of families where already there. The bikes cost PHP 70 per hour but we were allowed to extend for 20 mins. When I saw the bikes, I almost changed my mind and wanted to rent the sidecar instead for PHP 80 and required no balancing act. But I told myself I had to learn today. I just had to or our trip would have been in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first few minutes on the bike was me mostly pushing and peddaling for one cycle and stopping again. The guys gave me a few pointers which frustrated me at first because I really counldn't couldn't follow what they were saying but proved really helpful in the end. I knew that I had to rely on myself to actually learn. I kept on causing traffic since I had to stop every few feet. The rest of my friends except for Calvin had already gone ahead to circle the track. After a while, Jao returned and helped hold my bike to help me balance first. Paul kept on telling me to pedal and not to let go. We reached the part where it was sort of sloping down and I was able to  stay on the bike for at least 10 seconds before stopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I almost reached the end of my first round in the circle, I was finally able to find my balance! Calvin, who was beside me, kept on encouraging me. I was actually surprised to be able to do ride a bike at last. The manong who rented us the bikes smiled when he saw me riding the bike the right way at last. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I had my share of accidents along the way. The back of my foot kept on grasing the pedal of the bike. I also had a weird way of handling the handle bars so even my thumb got scraped. There was this one incident where I suddenly stopped because I felt I was going too fast. Calvin and Paul, who were both behind me, were surprised and almost crashed into me if not for their quick reflexes. What we didn't know was that there was this kid in a sidecar who was going too fast also behind them. She crashed into me and dragged me along for a while. It was a good thing that all I got from the incident were some bruises on my left leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dirty and sweaty and icky. My butt was hurting as well as my left leg but I had a wonderful time. The sun wasn't too bright and there were a lot of trees so it was actually quite cool while we were travelling around the circle. Jao was showing off his biking skills which I wanted to try but of course would be stupid for me to do given that I just learned to bike. Next time, that would be my goal. Next time, I want to try biking a La Mesa Eco Park where they have a longer trail plus they even have boats just like in Baguio. I also want to try mountain biking or trekking. I'm normally not a nature person, but somehow, through our thesis, I gained an appreciation for the outdoors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1407395228349289502-5348843947338749798?l=yenniie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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