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Dear Sis,




Thanks
 for sharing this with me.  I got a little teary-eyed, because that's 
how one normally gets when a loved one is happy.  All I can say is, 
claim God's happiness.  I won't say 'your' because man is naturally 
selfish and emotions inevitably get in the way of a sound and noble 
mind.  Claim His happiness because He is happily looking after yours. 
 "Win-win" situation 'baga 
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Colossians 1: 16 (NET)  For all things in heaven and on earth were created by him--all things, whether visible or invisible, whether thrones or dominions, whether principalities or powers--all things were created through him and for him.

It's all about God.  Our purpose of existence was never about us.  Stop asking about what "I" want.  Look away from the mirror and instead focus on God.

I've 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dcN3Vvs2m0aJPlZtxRqy9EoE0h0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dcN3Vvs2m0aJPlZtxRqy9EoE0h0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wanderingcinderella/~4/oGHz1Z9-O-Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://wanderella.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-am-i.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIDRXkyeip7ImA9WxBWEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159470678171540921.post-17563307392915198</id><published>2010-02-02T16:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:56:14.792+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-02T17:56:14.792+08:00</app:edited><title>starting a journey...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wanderella.blogspot.com/feeds/17563307392915198/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159470678171540921&amp;postID=17563307392915198&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159470678171540921/posts/default/17563307392915198?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159470678171540921/posts/default/17563307392915198?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wanderingcinderella/~3/-2L6XPpjo20/starting-journey.html" title="starting a journey..." /><author><name>teng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">it's day two of the year's second month.  i don't think i have quite caught my breath yet. i kept reading the lyrics of Rent's 'seasons of love' and can't help but think of the many, many possibilities and opportunities and even tragedies that can occur in a year.i should make a stand right now and refuse to let another month pass by in a blur.  i should let each minute count for something.  (let
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4auF9lv_4RFoG8-hMDVN_MjkAt0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4auF9lv_4RFoG8-hMDVN_MjkAt0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wanderingcinderella/~4/CboNXpD7dvw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://wanderella.blogspot.com/2009/07/shots-from-sarangani-weekend.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAERH05fSp7ImA9WxRTFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159470678171540921.post-5170218041997015839</id><published>2008-09-05T16:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T17:25:05.325+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-05T17:25:05.325+08:00</app:edited><title>a post-birthday post for charm</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wanderella.blogspot.com/feeds/5170218041997015839/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159470678171540921&amp;postID=5170218041997015839&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159470678171540921/posts/default/5170218041997015839?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159470678171540921/posts/default/5170218041997015839?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wanderingcinderella/~3/-KbYk-LuXZM/post-birthday-post-for-charm.html" title="a post-birthday post for charm" /><author><name>teng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">another birthday, another moment that i did not get to celebrate with them."Kol us dai", a haughty command sent thru text message by the birthday girl.  that wasn't enough and three missed calls registered on my phone which i had inadvertently left on the dining table while i did some work at the office downstairs.of course, i wasn't scared, but i hurriedly made the call realizing it was over two
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j89vLfLRrh4Xtow4jIRX7TpprjE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j89vLfLRrh4Xtow4jIRX7TpprjE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wanderingcinderella/~4/sz6Hu0sf8Es" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://wanderella.blogspot.com/2008/08/terminal-case.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4HSH06cCp7ImA9WxdUF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159470678171540921.post-3667854914814086041</id><published>2008-07-31T16:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T18:55:39.318+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-03T18:55:39.318+08:00</app:edited><title>and again!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wanderella.blogspot.com/feeds/3667854914814086041/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159470678171540921&amp;postID=3667854914814086041&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159470678171540921/posts/default/3667854914814086041?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159470678171540921/posts/default/3667854914814086041?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wanderingcinderella/~3/RKhX7fGqi8A/and-again.html" title="and again!" /><author><name>teng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">i feel a teensy-weensy guilty that i haven't been posting in months. just a little. it's not as if loads of people read these nonsense anyway. i'm still in manila though i'm flying back to davao in a few days. never make plans. i'm useless with plans. they almost always never happen. when i came here last may, it was supposedly only for two weeks max. of course, things never turn out the way that
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/A8OksfMxL82ekxYFfSPMabGLXJ8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/A8OksfMxL82ekxYFfSPMabGLXJ8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wanderingcinderella/~4/RKhX7fGqi8A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://wanderella.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-again.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAAQX0zeSp7ImA9WxdUFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159470678171540921.post-2245033017681208055</id><published>2008-03-06T16:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:32:20.381+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-30T16:32:20.381+08:00</app:edited><title>on a teeny-weeny break</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wanderella.blogspot.com/feeds/2245033017681208055/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159470678171540921&amp;postID=2245033017681208055&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159470678171540921/posts/default/2245033017681208055?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159470678171540921/posts/default/2245033017681208055?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wanderingcinderella/~3/TMQ3jx9uWwY/on-teeny-weeny-break.html" title="on a teeny-weeny break" /><author><name>teng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">i need a break...seriously.and i don't mean a vacation--though i seriously need one, too--but i mean a time where i can catch up and accomplish everything on my to-do list.dubai is floating further and further away.people around me keep encouraging me to leave for UAE, to finally work on my design career, to finally take care of myself. i just wish they'd give me a break about taking care of 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uz6i0W3fZXMtz_TvEKDymNak6qw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uz6i0W3fZXMtz_TvEKDymNak6qw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wanderingcinderella/~4/TMQ3jx9uWwY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://wanderella.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-teeny-weeny-break.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEABRnk6fCp7ImA9WxdUFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159470678171540921.post-3190949837027145869</id><published>2008-03-04T15:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:32:37.714+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-30T16:32:37.714+08:00</app:edited><title>no wander</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wanderella.blogspot.com/feeds/3190949837027145869/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159470678171540921&amp;postID=3190949837027145869&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159470678171540921/posts/default/3190949837027145869?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159470678171540921/posts/default/3190949837027145869?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wanderingcinderella/~3/5dl-7_cYVos/no-wander.html" title="no wander" /><author><name>teng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">i've been neglecting this blog since i set up a new one at wordpress. baaad blogspotter.but there was a lull in my work load and i thought to review my old posts.ack. there's nothing here about travel. this was supposed to be a travel blog! haaaaay.how's this for irony? ever since we opened a travel agency, the amount of travel i've done--barring work-related stuff--was zilch. nada. zero.i'm 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0mIBAwJrFvRMskjz046AS8Ocuo0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0mIBAwJrFvRMskjz046AS8Ocuo0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wanderingcinderella/~4/5dl-7_cYVos" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://wanderella.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-wander.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEADRHs5eip7ImA9WxdUFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159470678171540921.post-5516994301147945275</id><published>2008-02-16T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:32:55.522+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-30T16:32:55.522+08:00</app:edited><title>just one of those days</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wanderella.blogspot.com/feeds/5516994301147945275/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159470678171540921&amp;postID=5516994301147945275&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159470678171540921/posts/default/5516994301147945275?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159470678171540921/posts/default/5516994301147945275?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wanderingcinderella/~3/cKkiqSwRQB4/just-one-of-those-days.html" title="just one of those days" /><author><name>teng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">tapping my fingers on the keyboard.breathing in and out.glancing at the clock.busy day. 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/St9TwUbHapiqUQxAZMGEgQloHaM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/St9TwUbHapiqUQxAZMGEgQloHaM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wanderingcinderella/~4/cKkiqSwRQB4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://wanderella.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-one-of-those-days.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQERXg_fyp7ImA9WxRbGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159470678171540921.post-9058974935271238941</id><published>2008-01-20T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:58:24.647+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-09T18:58:24.647+08:00</app:edited><title>give back the glory</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wanderella.blogspot.com/feeds/9058974935271238941/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159470678171540921&amp;postID=9058974935271238941&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159470678171540921/posts/default/9058974935271238941?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159470678171540921/posts/default/9058974935271238941?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wanderingcinderella/~3/lTrpX5XZpWE/give-back-glory.html" title="give back the glory" /><author><name>teng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3U3qdMBI-70/R5NvgN4hH4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aCDD7r65PtQ/s72-c/luneta_hotel_8r.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">*photo courtesy of  TrekEarththe Beaux Arts Luneta Hotel is my absolute favorite building in manila.  i saw it when i first moved to the big city and stayed in a nearby hotel.  it was old, it was dilapidated, it was beautiful.  i fell in love with it immediately.every time i pass by roxas boulevard, i'd risk whiplash just to get a glimpse.  i fall more and more in love each time.  i harbored a 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oqQ3sgx2X5B01uZi-yF1S9DsUw8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oqQ3sgx2X5B01uZi-yF1S9DsUw8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wanderingcinderella/~4/lTrpX5XZpWE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://wanderella.blogspot.com/2008/01/give-back-glory.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEENR3k8fyp7ImA9WxdUFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159470678171540921.post-2740050823278320176</id><published>2008-01-20T19:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:31:36.777+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-30T16:31:36.777+08:00</app:edited><title>what have you done lately?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wanderella.blogspot.com/feeds/2740050823278320176/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159470678171540921&amp;postID=2740050823278320176&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159470678171540921/posts/default/2740050823278320176?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159470678171540921/posts/default/2740050823278320176?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wanderingcinderella/~3/UklP5iWPo9s/what-have-you-done-lately.html" title="what have you done lately?" /><author><name>teng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Copy the list and then "bold" everything you've done.1. Bought everyone in the bar a drink2. Swam with dolphins3. Climbed a mountain4. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive5. Been inside the Great Pyramid6. Held a tarantula7. Taken a candlelit bath with someone (electricity went out, eh)8. Said "I love you" and meant it9. Hugged a tree10. Bungee jumped (sort of)11. Visited Paris12. Watched a lightning
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XapTQCoDKmSSXgH1nSqff7KEpeI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XapTQCoDKmSSXgH1nSqff7KEpeI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wanderingcinderella/~4/H9tcBlJHA1Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://wanderella.blogspot.com/2008/01/rsvp-for-one.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUGR3w-eip7ImA9WB9VFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159470678171540921.post-3781778373552266605</id><published>2007-12-02T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T19:50:26.252+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-02T19:50:26.252+08:00</app:edited><title>live-in</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wanderella.blogspot.com/feeds/3781778373552266605/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159470678171540921&amp;postID=3781778373552266605&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159470678171540921/posts/default/3781778373552266605?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159470678171540921/posts/default/3781778373552266605?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wanderingcinderella/~3/mqoCptnDRbw/live-in.html" title="live-in" /><author><name>teng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">i've finally admitted to myself that i live here now--not just based here, but actually l-i-v-e here.  i realize the acceptance when i started fixing up my bedroom into a more fitting abode for someone supposedly in the interior design profession.it wasn't a conscious decision to accept my situation.  i was just feeling the itch.  i had to do a makeover.  now.  and while i was doing so, i 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/o1hW13jJt06qljSIn0jFaWCmRmw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/o1hW13jJt06qljSIn0jFaWCmRmw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wanderingcinderella/~4/mqoCptnDRbw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://wanderella.blogspot.com/2007/12/live-in.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cAQH8-fSp7ImA9WB9WFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159470678171540921.post-6006150672297540276</id><published>2007-11-21T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T23:30:41.155+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-21T23:30:41.155+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal nonsense" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work" /><title>the real, the now</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wanderella.blogspot.com/feeds/6006150672297540276/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159470678171540921&amp;postID=6006150672297540276&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159470678171540921/posts/default/6006150672297540276?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159470678171540921/posts/default/6006150672297540276?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wanderingcinderella/~3/Kxo9OhE5cQg/real-now.html" title="the real, the now" /><author><name>teng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">i spent the day making tour packages until i was cross-eyed from staring at the numbers.the  mundane reality of running this business was--well, not exactly unexpected--maybe overlooked in the rush and excitement of setting the whole thing up.i often catch myself just sitting or standing still, arms suspended, eyes darting about, unsure of the next task...even sometimes forgetting what i was 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F2ZeNv8ox62GDEHBY8IKBlNYkcA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F2ZeNv8ox62GDEHBY8IKBlNYkcA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wanderingcinderella/~4/Kxo9OhE5cQg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://wanderella.blogspot.com/2007/11/real-now.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQERH47cCp7ImA9WxRbGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159470678171540921.post-2371974704425171064</id><published>2007-11-15T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:58:25.008+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-09T18:58:25.008+08:00</app:edited><title>e-passports</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wanderella.blogspot.com/feeds/2371974704425171064/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159470678171540921&amp;postID=2371974704425171064&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159470678171540921/posts/default/2371974704425171064?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159470678171540921/posts/default/2371974704425171064?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wanderingcinderella/~3/gX-k5u6J97o/e-passports.html" title="e-passports" /><author><name>teng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3U3qdMBI-70/Rz-GTEr1SuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/J1LIkVv96_w/s72-c/VWP_MachineReadableIcon.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">today is a defining moment in philippine history.  introducing...the machine readable passport (MRP)!we've been spreading the word since a memo went out a month ago that starting november 15, all new &amp;amp; renewal applications will be processed as MRPs.what's an MRP, anyway?according to wikipedia, it's "a passport where the data on the identity page is encoded in optical character recognition format.
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