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I really owe it to Him who has given me the grace to win this battle. This is another proof of how powerful a prayer is, especially when you know that a lot of people have been praying too. While I was taking  the examinations, I always prayed and thanked God for helping me out. With Positivity, I prayed, &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Thanks Papa God, for making me a CPA&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; know some who did not not pass the examination. I feel sorry for them, but I believe, everything happens according to God&#39;s plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am actually thinking about a lot these days is where should I go after passing the board. Should I stay here in Davao City, or should I go to another city to experience some things that are new. I still thinking if I could teach in the university where I graduated at. Somehow, I love to teach an the compensation is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually planning to go to Cebu City where I my siblings are also working&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. They say, that the City is livable, offers many doors for opportunities,  and is very developed. However, I could not compromise the safety and security of Davao City compared to Cebu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have two weeks to think about it. Should I go? Should I stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.prc.gov.ph/examresults.asp?svc_id=3&amp;amp;isFiltered=&amp;amp;pid=&quot;&gt;To Check the complete results click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/feeds/4536843021954626318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1643901520127049091/4536843021954626318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/4536843021954626318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/4536843021954626318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-god-be-glory.html' title='To God be the Glory'/><author><name>xenna1986</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651666140129353786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byKJ7vAgPuk/SiUz0ij8GGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LDIx8NiFu-c/S220/img069+Correction.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643901520127049091.post-4440063570846527210</id><published>2009-05-17T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:54:32.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its FINALLY OVER</title><content type='html'>Its been two months since I quit with my job. Some of my former workmates wondered why I had to stop since we are experiencing financial crisis. It&#39;s actually opportunity cost. OPPORTUNITY COST  is the  cost of an alternative that must be forgone in order to pursue a certain action or the benefits you could have received by taking an alternative action. I gave up my job to become a CPA. I wasn&#39;t even regretful at all, because I know that I did my best. The exam results isn&#39;t up yet, just like my co-examinees, I&#39;m hoping that I passed.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/feeds/4440063570846527210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1643901520127049091/4440063570846527210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/4440063570846527210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/4440063570846527210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-finally-over.html' title='its FINALLY OVER'/><author><name>xenna1986</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651666140129353786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byKJ7vAgPuk/SiUz0ij8GGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LDIx8NiFu-c/S220/img069+Correction.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643901520127049091.post-4037250590527839708</id><published>2008-12-08T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T04:21:01.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST</title><content type='html'>Its no longer a simple rejection.&lt;br /&gt;It has become so worse.&lt;br /&gt;So worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its tearing me apart.&lt;br /&gt;Drowning me.&lt;br /&gt;Making me hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is no loner vague.&lt;br /&gt;Im no longer confused.&lt;br /&gt;Its already certain.&lt;br /&gt;I have lost in the game.&lt;br /&gt;Its over&lt;br /&gt;I lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still sane.&lt;br /&gt;As  I reALized,&lt;br /&gt;I am back into reality&lt;br /&gt;Illusions are gone&lt;br /&gt;Dreams have faded away&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I am awake.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/feeds/4037250590527839708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1643901520127049091/4037250590527839708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/4037250590527839708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/4037250590527839708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/2008/12/lost.html' title='LOST'/><author><name>xenna1986</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651666140129353786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byKJ7vAgPuk/SiUz0ij8GGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LDIx8NiFu-c/S220/img069+Correction.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643901520127049091.post-5685407766398441485</id><published>2008-12-08T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T04:12:07.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death comes like a thief in the night</title><content type='html'>I know a colleague who is so health conscious and in fact, a trying hard &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;FRuitarian.&lt;/span&gt; I asked why he has become so obsessed of  taking good care of his health, he answered that he would want to live longer like a hundred years or more. I was amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I just heard some news on a 20-year old Filipino celebrity died during his sleep with unknown cause. Well, it must have proven again that once death comes, it comes,expectantly and worst, unexpectedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s sad but that&#39;s life. I feel so scared sometimes. But life isn&#39;t ours to own.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/feeds/5685407766398441485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1643901520127049091/5685407766398441485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/5685407766398441485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/5685407766398441485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/2008/12/death-comes-like-thief-in-night.html' title='Death comes like a thief in the night'/><author><name>xenna1986</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651666140129353786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byKJ7vAgPuk/SiUz0ij8GGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LDIx8NiFu-c/S220/img069+Correction.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643901520127049091.post-3570252816703735549</id><published>2008-11-29T07:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T04:00:13.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run, run ,Run</title><content type='html'>Crisis is everywhere. High inflation rate causes the employed and the unemployed to run into loans and debts. I believe it is normal for a person to have debt, extend the days to pay these debts and if possible, run away from them temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit cards? Hmmm... the most convenient way to make transactions. You like something and you have the plastic card, cashless? then, go swipe the card. So easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When 3rd party collecting agent  looks for the principal card holder to collect what they have owed, it then becomes so easy to run and play with these collectors. Mostly, they call you through the phone, some are nice, well some are harsh too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s a tip:&lt;br /&gt;You cannot be jailed due to credit card delinquency unless you signed a promissory note... So relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If these agents harrass you,  you can email the Central bank of the Philippines</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/feeds/3570252816703735549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1643901520127049091/3570252816703735549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/3570252816703735549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/3570252816703735549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/2008/11/run-run-run.html' title='Run, run ,Run'/><author><name>xenna1986</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651666140129353786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byKJ7vAgPuk/SiUz0ij8GGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LDIx8NiFu-c/S220/img069+Correction.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643901520127049091.post-2040405916725239154</id><published>2008-11-29T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T06:42:25.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>crossroads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFjHup5w51Lkj1B7UbGPFzOap_nmXSPLkEac0yDDXtxPyj2AG3iCPALM8fqHJ3wwGp4tjSo69Z1Gg7CpkrxLKZLEkdL6CH32Uq452Wmy54DWBmipeMY-qDGhrpOmXHjdEngFszeWZFP81o/s1600-h/crossroads.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFjHup5w51Lkj1B7UbGPFzOap_nmXSPLkEac0yDDXtxPyj2AG3iCPALM8fqHJ3wwGp4tjSo69Z1Gg7CpkrxLKZLEkdL6CH32Uq452Wmy54DWBmipeMY-qDGhrpOmXHjdEngFszeWZFP81o/s200/crossroads.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274089654598350290&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:webdings;&quot;&gt; Having heard from the pastor the story that story ( A nude cow&#39;s pic pls), I realized that although a cliche, &quot; &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;If there&#39;s a will, there&#39;s a way&lt;/span&gt;&quot; rule applies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:webdings;&quot;&gt;We all face into certain dilemmas at some point of out lives and it is always ourselves who will last decide on which road to take.Many &quot;what ifs?&quot; questions come into our heads, making ourselves confused and scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:webdings;&quot;&gt;Some factors push us to make compromises. It could be that the other road seems to be smoother and more comfortable to take while the other road road; rough and sturdy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:webdings;&quot;&gt;It then becomes so confusing, especially when both options are almost equally important. Different significant beliefs give us convictions on what to do, and what ought to be the right thing. But still, God has given us the freewill to decide, to choose, and to do what we have chosen because in the end, it&#39;s always up to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:webdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/feeds/2040405916725239154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1643901520127049091/2040405916725239154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/2040405916725239154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/2040405916725239154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/2008/11/crossroads.html' title='crossroads'/><author><name>xenna1986</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651666140129353786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byKJ7vAgPuk/SiUz0ij8GGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LDIx8NiFu-c/S220/img069+Correction.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFjHup5w51Lkj1B7UbGPFzOap_nmXSPLkEac0yDDXtxPyj2AG3iCPALM8fqHJ3wwGp4tjSo69Z1Gg7CpkrxLKZLEkdL6CH32Uq452Wmy54DWBmipeMY-qDGhrpOmXHjdEngFszeWZFP81o/s72-c/crossroads.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643901520127049091.post-62658650692990349</id><published>2008-11-29T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T06:44:47.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A NUDE COW&#39;S PIC PLEASE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSyn06QJYHST-5LWxJ68qG6GcER0GQvs-B9UVXpSvHGHfwNAE9bi2xDE4ff0Bb8tah4Q7rVqLO2zE0KGwgVoQb_G2yQ_Jatdnbfb5lVek8S_zUfCrCjXKk4amCobIuuHzO9y2sorJfIkla/s1600-h/cow2.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 166px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSyn06QJYHST-5LWxJ68qG6GcER0GQvs-B9UVXpSvHGHfwNAE9bi2xDE4ff0Bb8tah4Q7rVqLO2zE0KGwgVoQb_G2yQ_Jatdnbfb5lVek8S_zUfCrCjXKk4amCobIuuHzO9y2sorJfIkla/s320/cow2.gif&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274085806244300658&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;&quot; &gt;I remember one of the sermons of a pastor in one of his Sunday services. He said that way back when he was in college, his instructor asked the class to take a picture of a nude woman as a subject requirement. At that time, he was about to be ordained as a pastor, and he had a strong conviction of standing firm on his Christian belief. He didn&#39;t want to take a nude woman&#39;s picture, neither that he wanted to fail on that subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;&quot; &gt;So, he approached his instructor and asked for another subject and suggested that he could rather take a nude cow&#39;s picture.The instructor was hard a first and refused to take his suggestion in the grounds of fairness among the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;&quot; &gt;His instructor was so firm to her decision until he asked her one simple question. He asked, &quot; Maam, do you have a daughter or a younger sister? &quot; What if your daughter or your sister is the subject of the picture taking session?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;&quot; &gt;The instructor paused to think and was speechless for minuted, and with a nod, as a sigh of surrender, he was allowed to submit a nude cow&#39;s picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/feeds/62658650692990349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1643901520127049091/62658650692990349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/62658650692990349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/62658650692990349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/2008/11/nude-cows-pic-please.html' title='A NUDE COW&#39;S PIC PLEASE'/><author><name>xenna1986</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651666140129353786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byKJ7vAgPuk/SiUz0ij8GGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LDIx8NiFu-c/S220/img069+Correction.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSyn06QJYHST-5LWxJ68qG6GcER0GQvs-B9UVXpSvHGHfwNAE9bi2xDE4ff0Bb8tah4Q7rVqLO2zE0KGwgVoQb_G2yQ_Jatdnbfb5lVek8S_zUfCrCjXKk4amCobIuuHzO9y2sorJfIkla/s72-c/cow2.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643901520127049091.post-2400064231044480467</id><published>2008-11-27T06:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T04:02:05.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On being a middle child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I believe I was raised wonderfully by my parents. I am already twenty two and I have become so independent and self-reliant. Maybe, one reason is because of my being a middle child. Not really exactly on the middle, but I am  the fifth among the six children in the family. Growing up like other typical middle children, I had low self esteem and got no enough attention. I believe that they love me, but the feeling of being isolated all the time made me cry a hundred times before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am the type of person who is not really that showy of my affections. I am not really used to being so comfortable cuddling with my parents or my siblings. Of course I love them but just don&#39;t have the guts to.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just happened one day that I realized that having self pity won&#39;t help me, so I changed my perspective and went to see the lighter side of life. It helped a lot that now I feel so proud of what i am now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess, its a matter of perspective, on how you see things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/feeds/2400064231044480467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1643901520127049091/2400064231044480467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/2400064231044480467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/2400064231044480467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-being-middle-child.html' title='On being a middle child'/><author><name>xenna1986</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651666140129353786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byKJ7vAgPuk/SiUz0ij8GGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LDIx8NiFu-c/S220/img069+Correction.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643901520127049091.post-7426309729320759430</id><published>2008-11-27T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T06:46:09.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TearJerker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: webdings; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;I happened to watch this Korean Music Video and it really made me cry. Just from a recent heartbreak, I felt so emotional and got carried away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: webdings; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;The melody is really touching. Ouch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;&quot; href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V4kkozFYwUU&quot;&gt;Click here to watch the video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I hope you wil love this video as much as I did...&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/feeds/7426309729320759430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1643901520127049091/7426309729320759430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/7426309729320759430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/7426309729320759430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/2008/11/tearjerker.html' title='TearJerker'/><author><name>xenna1986</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651666140129353786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byKJ7vAgPuk/SiUz0ij8GGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LDIx8NiFu-c/S220/img069+Correction.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643901520127049091.post-1101044826873813219</id><published>2008-11-27T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T06:46:46.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ADORABLE cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nTasT5h0LEg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273336115883278962&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 200px; height: 150px;&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieuR76nZjrN5aK2GYr8WSSsVbgc3K0LgL-FKlxUtZeoPuCdrUBJcmB37bkL7TuC8e72cdh9c4I9EwTt_u9629NvtDwYxFf6hTy990Vp4iy_t7wd0-fXDyCLz433YzDDq2uofv3WBChn6YV/s200/MING.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nTasT5h0LEg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273335664179922706&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 130px; height: 97px; text-align: center;&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhviDoZKZinfo_7e6m3xBxw-axRq7KdnQCbMB_QGJzUmna3L8NywLEOfrqwZ8s1KxcTTtCjc0t9s2vY9fPgh_1pxLB35tN4mVZiUBnqioCwxZRK26XtQe1GEtE8uviPpAXApcSeq5yQ-7Wi/s320/10.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: webdings; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);&quot;&gt;I just really think that cats are simply more adorable than dogs. They are just so sweet and flirt and always want to catch other&#39;s attention. We have three cats at home. Even if they say that cats&#39; mess is so stinky, i just have this special love for cats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: webdings; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);&quot;&gt;So why are cats adorable? Cats express affection towards their human companions, especially if they imprint on them at a very young age and are treated with consistent affection. They are very funny, hilarious and are very playful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: webdings; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);&quot;&gt;I saw this funny videos of cats from youtube and i found it so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;font-family: webdings; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);&quot; href=&quot;http://http//www.youtube.com/watch?v=nTasT5h0LEg&quot;&gt;click here to see the video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: webdings; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/feeds/1101044826873813219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1643901520127049091/1101044826873813219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/1101044826873813219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/1101044826873813219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/2008/11/adorable-cats.html' title='ADORABLE cats'/><author><name>xenna1986</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651666140129353786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byKJ7vAgPuk/SiUz0ij8GGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LDIx8NiFu-c/S220/img069+Correction.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieuR76nZjrN5aK2GYr8WSSsVbgc3K0LgL-FKlxUtZeoPuCdrUBJcmB37bkL7TuC8e72cdh9c4I9EwTt_u9629NvtDwYxFf6hTy990Vp4iy_t7wd0-fXDyCLz433YzDDq2uofv3WBChn6YV/s72-c/MING.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643901520127049091.post-1912167608588335060</id><published>2008-11-22T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T06:47:41.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Personality Types</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;There are six types of work personalities, namely the Doer,Thinker, Helper, Persuader, &amp;amp; the Organizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;DOER- The type of person with athletic or mechanical ability &amp;amp; prefers to work with objects, machine tools, plants or animals and prefers to be outdoors. This person likes to the things and excels in work details &amp;amp; mechanical areas. He makes things with his own hands or with tools, and likes physical activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;     Types of Work: Bookkeeper, cashier, construction contractor, encoder, flight attendant, medical assistant, pilot, statistician.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;THINKER- The type of person who likes to observe, learn, investigate, analyze, evaluate or solve problems. He figures things out and is fascinated on how things work. He also questions and is generally curious and a logical type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;      Types of work: Accountant, biologist, chemist, computer programmer historian, legal assistant, optometrist, pharmacist, police detective, professor, researcher, surgeon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;CREATOR- The type of person with artistic, innovative, or intuitionist&#39;s abilities &amp;amp; who likes to work in unstructured situations using his imaginations or creativity. He enjoys developing new ideas or reinventing old ones and have a very vivid imagination. He belongs to a group of innovators, explorers, and pathfinders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;       Types of Work: Architect, composer, copywriter, cosmetology, disk jockey, editor, graphic artist, interior designer, marketing supervisor, newscaster, model, singer, writer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;HELPER- A type of person who likes to work with people by informing, enlightening, helping, and developing, and curing them. He is a natural caregiver and likes to help other people. he excels in service and he follows his emotions and aims of making a difference in others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;      Types of work: college/university faculty, dietitian, doctor, guidance counselor, human services workers, medical technician, nurse, physical therapist, police officer, clergyman, school teacher, social worker, telecommunicator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;PERSUADER- The type of person who likes to work with people by influencing, persuading, performing or leading them for organizational goals or foe economic gain. He likes  to study and analyze situations and tries to sway the opinions of others. he has a deep sense of self confidence, and grows restless with routine and structured jobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;       Types of work: advertiser, announcer, broker, insurance agents, public relations specialist, purchasing agent, radio, commentator, sales representative, school principal, stock broker, talk show host, TV producer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;ORGANIZER- He likes to work with data, has clerical, or numerical ability, prefers to carry things out in detail and follows through other&#39;s instructions. He likes to have everything go with plans. He is good at coordination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new;&quot;&gt;        Types of work: archivist, finance manager, health services manager, hostess, hotel manager, human resources manager, librarian, records clerk, social director, stock clerk, travel agent, urban planner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/feeds/1912167608588335060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1643901520127049091/1912167608588335060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/1912167608588335060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/1912167608588335060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/2008/11/work-personality-types.html' title='Work Personality Types'/><author><name>xenna1986</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651666140129353786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byKJ7vAgPuk/SiUz0ij8GGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LDIx8NiFu-c/S220/img069+Correction.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643901520127049091.post-5147558119968757353</id><published>2008-11-21T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T04:10:20.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling so empty again</title><content type='html'>I just can&#39;t describe the pain that is in me.&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s digging deeper and deeper inside of me; drowning me to death.&lt;br /&gt;If only I could die for a moment, and forget that I am alive;&lt;br /&gt;forget that I am in agony, forget the person who has caused me this pain;&lt;br /&gt;forget that I am sane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn&#39;t my first time...&lt;br /&gt;But still I haven&#39;t got used to it.&lt;br /&gt;It still hurts like hell.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it feels good to be there...(in hell)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/feeds/5147558119968757353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1643901520127049091/5147558119968757353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/5147558119968757353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/5147558119968757353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/2008/11/feeling-so-empty-again.html' title='Feeling so empty again'/><author><name>xenna1986</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651666140129353786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byKJ7vAgPuk/SiUz0ij8GGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LDIx8NiFu-c/S220/img069+Correction.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643901520127049091.post-326926254292335101</id><published>2008-11-16T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T04:55:06.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>व्हो&#39;स बीइंग हेअल्ति?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my colleagues were arguing as to what a healthy stool is. She was insisting that a person is eating good food if his stool sinks into the toilet, while a person who is having a non-fiber diet has a floating one.I argued, and insisted that what she believes is very contrary to what I know. So, we ended up calling up Mark, our MIS department staff to surf the net for the right answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://altmedicine.about.com/od/gettingdiagnosed/a/stools.htm&quot;&gt;Stool That Sinks Quickly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rapidly sinking stool can indicate that a person isn&#39;t eating enough fiber-rich foods, such as vegetables, fruits, and whole grains, or drinking enough water. This stool is often dark because they have been sitting in the intestines for a prolonged time.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/feeds/326926254292335101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1643901520127049091/326926254292335101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/326926254292335101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/326926254292335101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_16.html' title='व्हो&#39;स बीइंग हेअल्ति?'/><author><name>xenna1986</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651666140129353786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byKJ7vAgPuk/SiUz0ij8GGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LDIx8NiFu-c/S220/img069+Correction.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643901520127049091.post-5549202467358334128</id><published>2008-11-16T03:55:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T03:56:08.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>त्रिविया BITS</title><content type='html'>Did you know that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * the word &quot;trivia&quot; comes from the Latin &quot;trivium&quot; which is the place where three roads meet. People would gather and talk about all sorts of matters? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * the only food cockroaches won’t eat are cucumbers? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour &amp; if you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days, you would have produced   enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * on average women speak 7000 words per day, where as men speak just over 2000? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * your skin weighs twice as much as your brain? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * your hearing is less sharp after eating too much? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * if you take any number, double it, add 10, divide by 2, and subtract your original number, the answer will always be 5? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * the words silent and listen have the same letters. Santa and Satan do too? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * &quot;Dreamt&quot; is the only word in the English language to end in &quot;mt”?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/feeds/5549202467358334128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1643901520127049091/5549202467358334128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/5549202467358334128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/5549202467358334128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/2008/11/bits.html' title='त्रिविया BITS'/><author><name>xenna1986</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651666140129353786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byKJ7vAgPuk/SiUz0ij8GGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LDIx8NiFu-c/S220/img069+Correction.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643901520127049091.post-169189727194000831</id><published>2008-11-16T03:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T03:55:29.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUMOR</title><content type='html'>As they say, humor is it just a diversion or car a survival kit. Laughter is the way we cope with natural catastrophes, overcome the burdens of everyday life and cushion the impact of events over which we feel we no longer can control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in the midst of trials, we still find ways to laugh, relax, and to knock away stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOKE TIME &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A university creative writing class was asked to write a concise essay containing these four elements: religion, royalty, sex &amp; mystery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prize-winning essay read: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;My God,&quot; said the Queen. &quot;I`m pregnant. I wonder who did it?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your browser may not support display of this image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boss confused about his Math asked his secretary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I give you P3M less 17%, how much would you take off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECRETARY: everything sir! Dress, bra, panty</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/feeds/169189727194000831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1643901520127049091/169189727194000831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/169189727194000831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/169189727194000831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/2008/11/humor.html' title='HUMOR'/><author><name>xenna1986</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651666140129353786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byKJ7vAgPuk/SiUz0ij8GGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LDIx8NiFu-c/S220/img069+Correction.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643901520127049091.post-5992811887420102274</id><published>2008-11-12T06:27:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:28:11.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are who you think you are</title><content type='html'>I believe in the saying “You are who you think you are”. For we all know that God created us with us with our minds over our hearts. God created us to think rationally and positively, to dream and to strive to realize those dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I still can recall what my Psychology 1 instructor told our class one day. He said, “Class, if you think you are intelligent, you act like one. Because if you think you are intelligent, you study hard so that you will excel in class. What we feel is all in the state of mind.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      His words struck me for a moment. As I began to ponder on his words, I put my life into a perspective. It was then that I realized that he had a point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      This is because not until three years ago, I used to be a meek and loner person. I had a very low self-esteem. I used to be suspicious of other people and trusting them was not on my vocabulary. Instead, I created my own world where I was the queen; I was the most beautiful, the most intelligent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      But of course, living in a world of fantasy only showed how great my frustrations were. I think, God, already intervened and made his way to teach me a lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      It happened one day when I was walking along the side of the road at 6 o’clock in the morning, a fast- running car almost hit me. I was shocked and startled for minutes, I thought I was dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      As my subconscious was running, my inner thoughts were telling me: “Poor you little girl, you are going to die without saying goodbye to your loved ones, without thanking them, without telling them how much you love them; worst, you are going to die just as nobody!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      After that, a loud shout from the driver brought me into the real world. I was really scared. What if I really had been dead? Hours followed that I spent in into crying. I was telling myself, I am not going to die as a worthless person. I wanted to become somebody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      When I went home, I prayed and talked to my creator. Everything happens on purpose. I was created with a purpose. Since that life-turning incident, I tried my best to change myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      It was a very hard task to do but with God’s grace, I managed to encourage myself, little by little. Gradually, I taught my self to love my own. I started to give my smile to strangers; I started to dress well. I started to study hard and excelled in class. For the first time, I was recognized by other people. I started to be friendly. I started to open up myself to other people Had I known that having many friends feel great, I should have changed myself a long time ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been three years of journey, I feel tired sometimes but as the saying goes, “If you think you can, you will” I continue to struggle with life for me to reach my dreams. Step by step, with my Creator’s grace, I am almost there. &lt;br /&gt;Our mind is very powerful, so we must fill it with all the positive things. Let us live our lives to the fullest, with a purpose, and full of hope.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/feeds/5992811887420102274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1643901520127049091/5992811887420102274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/5992811887420102274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/5992811887420102274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-are-who-you-think-you-are.html' title='You are who you think you are'/><author><name>xenna1986</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651666140129353786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byKJ7vAgPuk/SiUz0ij8GGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LDIx8NiFu-c/S220/img069+Correction.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643901520127049091.post-9157163104203595481</id><published>2008-11-12T06:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:27:35.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an opinion on sex video scandals</title><content type='html'>Sex video scandals are no strangers in our generation. A lot of them had been made and transmitted through the internet and modern mobile phones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I am just wondering why these videos are to be made by people and regret it later on. Worst, some of the female characters on those videos turned into suicide because of unbearable shame. We all know how powerful technology is today, with just one click, off these videos go, to the different viewers of amateur porn shows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I always find groups of male classmates at the back of the row seats; seemingly busy studying their Audit 3 class. Audit 3 as they coined it, is the subject where they could watch various sex scandals, QL scandal, UIC scandal, UM scandal, and a lot of titles to name of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I just find it annoying because we all know that God allowed human to make love with a husband or a wife, not with a pre-marital partner. Also, I just don’t think that sex act should be done in a live show, nor to be recorded, and to be forwarded so that others can view it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Sexual act should be done in a private place. It should be a solemn union between two persons; a sensual and private matter.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/feeds/9157163104203595481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1643901520127049091/9157163104203595481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/9157163104203595481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/9157163104203595481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-opinion-on-sex-video-scandals.html' title='Just an opinion on sex video scandals'/><author><name>xenna1986</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651666140129353786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byKJ7vAgPuk/SiUz0ij8GGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LDIx8NiFu-c/S220/img069+Correction.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643901520127049091.post-9146476927009121473</id><published>2008-11-12T06:26:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:27:03.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A book put me into shame</title><content type='html'>This happened one time when I went to the library to do my assignment. When I was about to go to my next class, I didn’t notice that I have brought a library book with me. My mind was set in attending my next class, that I even haven’t heard the alarm. I was just shocked when the attending guard came to me and asked what book was with me, and if I have borrowed it. My face was red with embarrassment. As if my body went cold, I was just shocked and wondered how the hell I got the book with me. Fortunately, the librarian must have recognized me as a frequent visitor in the library, only asked why I had the book and released me. Whew!  It was a scary experience, having seen the cautious faces of the people around, they must have thought that I attempted to steal that book. But, I never minded them anyway. My conscience is clean and I don’t have to be worried about it. The moral of this story: Don’t be too</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/feeds/9146476927009121473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1643901520127049091/9146476927009121473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/9146476927009121473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/9146476927009121473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/2008/11/book-put-me-into-shame.html' title='A book put me into shame'/><author><name>xenna1986</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651666140129353786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byKJ7vAgPuk/SiUz0ij8GGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LDIx8NiFu-c/S220/img069+Correction.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643901520127049091.post-2332103041297079201</id><published>2008-11-12T06:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:26:28.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philippians 4:10-13</title><content type='html'>In my life in union with the Lord, it is a great joy to me that after a long time you once more had the chance of showing that you care for me. I don’t mean that you had stopped caring for me- you just had no chance to show it. And I am not saying this because I feel neglected,  for I have learned to be satisfied with what I have. I know what it is to be in need and what its is to habe more than enough. I have learned this secret, so that anywhere, at any time, I am content, whether I am full or hungry, whether I have too much or little. I have the strength to face all conditions by the power that Christ gives me.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/feeds/2332103041297079201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1643901520127049091/2332103041297079201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/2332103041297079201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/2332103041297079201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/2008/11/philippians-410-13.html' title='Philippians 4:10-13'/><author><name>xenna1986</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651666140129353786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byKJ7vAgPuk/SiUz0ij8GGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LDIx8NiFu-c/S220/img069+Correction.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643901520127049091.post-4397970006040377789</id><published>2008-11-12T06:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:25:56.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proverbs 25:8</title><content type='html'>If you cannot control your anger, you are as helpless as a city with no walls, open to attacks.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that I was reminded of this verse  yesterday morning. While I was commuting on a Jeep to work, I was surprised that the driver followed a different route from what I have expected. I usually allot 45 minutes to avoid getting late. It seemed to me that the driver was driving too slow and I was becoming quite impatient. My brows started to meet and my face was frowning already. I kept staring at the driver, trying to address yo him that I was in a hurry for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he understood, yet he tested my patience and drove even slower, stopping by and by to get some passengers. I was really so upset. However, I said nothing. Besides, I didn’t have any right. He was the driver and was only doing his job to earn. I wasn’t in a taxi nor a private vehicle to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I arrived to my workplace with only seven minutes left for me to go to the locker room and retouch. Thanks be to God, when I punched in the DTR, I still have half a minute. Thanks be to God, I was  able to control my temper.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/feeds/4397970006040377789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1643901520127049091/4397970006040377789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/4397970006040377789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/4397970006040377789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/2008/11/proverbs-258.html' title='Proverbs 25:8'/><author><name>xenna1986</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651666140129353786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byKJ7vAgPuk/SiUz0ij8GGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LDIx8NiFu-c/S220/img069+Correction.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643901520127049091.post-6950296707590332234</id><published>2008-11-12T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:25:26.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUst memyself &amp; I</title><content type='html'>Ive been in this world for twenty two years. It’s quite a long time, yet I am still struggling to find myself; who I really want to be, what my creator wants me to become, and who I want to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My kindergarten yearbook reminded me that I wanted to become an engineer. Twelve years later, I was enrolled at the College of Accountancy, quite far from what I dream t of becoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Five years later, with God’s grace, I finished my course. Weeks after, I enrolled myself for a four-month CPA review course. I wasn’t certain if I could pass the board exams, still I did my responsibilities as a reviewee. With God’s grace, I passed the validation exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to the registrar’s office to request for my Transcript of records, I was put into the pending list since I got some problems with my NSO certificate. Too bad, my transcript or records were not released until the date of the Actual Board Exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I thanked my creator. He knows what’s best for me, and being a CPA that soon wasn’t just the perfect time. I never cried, but I wasn’t happy either. I just accepted my fate and moved on. Two days later I prepared my resume and looked for a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to three job interviews &amp; examinations. With God’s grace, I landed a good job as an accounting staff a week after my job hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Its been one month since I joined the company. I’ve messed around like other first-timers but i made sure that I learned from those mistakes. It’s been one month that I have been doing humbling tasks like answering telephone calls, operating the photocopying machine and following petty orders from my colleagues. I didn’t complain, and I never will. Great things comes from small ones and I am taking each moment with a positive attitude. I am still an amateur and humility is always a virtue.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/feeds/6950296707590332234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1643901520127049091/6950296707590332234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/6950296707590332234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/6950296707590332234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-memyself-i.html' title='JUst memyself &amp; I'/><author><name>xenna1986</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651666140129353786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byKJ7vAgPuk/SiUz0ij8GGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LDIx8NiFu-c/S220/img069+Correction.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643901520127049091.post-8645887515400125705</id><published>2008-11-09T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:24:24.729-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hearyache"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pain"/><title type='text'>he wasnt in black</title><content type='html'>I had an intimate time with my creator this morning. I cried to him several of my sentiments mainly about love. Remembering all the pain that love has brought me i realized how special that man can be to affect me this way.&lt;br /&gt;Commonsense. The cold heart, the simple rejection, simply not talking to me unless I do the talking first, a simple text that i don&#39;t receive from him... Well, we must not be in the same boat when it comes to affection.. &quot;COMMONSENSE!&quot; SAYS MY BRAIN.&lt;br /&gt;But my stubborn heart strongly disagrees. Even if it is already sore and tired, it continues to hope, to dream, to love. It asked for a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;If he is wearing black today ( for i have never seen him in black at all) then there&#39;s still a chance for us.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;With a restless soul &amp; a longing heart, I looked for him everywhere. Eager to see him, I even waited for him outside his classroom. Unfortunately, I was talking with a classmate the time they were leaving the room. I haven&#39;t had the sight of him. I was was so frustrated. Almost in despair, I gave up the idea.&lt;br /&gt;However, when I was about to go to the next subject, I saw him from the other side of the road. Astonished, i thought he was really in black. But then, I realized, as i got nearer to him, he was wearing a dark blue shirt. I took a deep sigh...&lt;br /&gt;My brain and heart again are starting a battle. As the brain was telling my senses &quot; its better to give up now, than suffer more later, HE WASN&#39;T IN BLACK!&quot; I smiled as a response. Then the heart quickly opposed, &quot;maybe he doesn&#39;t have a black shirt, the closest color to it is dark blue, fate must have made a way.Besides he was so beautiful with his unusual rugged look; so masculine and so fresh.&quot; As my brain was about to deliver its piece, he disappeared. tsktsktsk..</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/feeds/8645887515400125705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1643901520127049091/8645887515400125705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/8645887515400125705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/8645887515400125705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/2008/11/he-wasnt-in-black.html' title='he wasnt in black'/><author><name>xenna1986</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651666140129353786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byKJ7vAgPuk/SiUz0ij8GGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LDIx8NiFu-c/S220/img069+Correction.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643901520127049091.post-5959564225556177638</id><published>2008-04-11T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T19:48:45.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vacation not</title><content type='html'>I am quite disappointed with my vacation.. Lol! I was really expecting for a nice rest after getting so exhausted with school works. Too far from my expectation, I didnt get to rest at all. My two weeks of stay in my hometown together with my family was spent busily doing the housechores..Of course, I know that helping them with the chores is one great way of showing my parents how grateful I am for all the wonderful things they have done for me.BUt. I am only human, I get tired at times especially that I am no longer used of doing those things. I try to extend all my patience to the fullest so as not to burst my temper and make them feel bad. Especially my mother, whose personality is so dominant, likes to place orders from one thing to another.As my sister told me one day, &quot;Our mother seem not to be happy seeing us rest for a while&quot;, though it was a joke, was half meant. &lt;br /&gt;Finally, i am just so glad that my vacation is over... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF=&quot;http://www.mysearchfunds.com/banner.asp?friend=39504&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC=&quot;http://www.mysearchfunds.com/banners/tall.gif&quot; BORDER=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/A&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/feeds/5959564225556177638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1643901520127049091/5959564225556177638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/5959564225556177638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1643901520127049091/posts/default/5959564225556177638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenna1986.blogspot.com/2008/04/vacation-not.html' title='vacation not'/><author><name>xenna1986</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12651666140129353786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_byKJ7vAgPuk/SiUz0ij8GGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LDIx8NiFu-c/S220/img069+Correction.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>