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My relatives and some family friends were running for local positions that I see to it I voted them in showing my support. I did endured the long lines of voters with the smoke of cigarettes of some voters, if only it was an &lt;a href="http://www.ecigaretx.dk/" target="_blank"&gt;e cigaret&lt;/a&gt;, the noises also and hot weather during those time. All in all I spent almost three hours of my time just to exercise my right to vote. Still, I am happy to be able to participate in the 2013 elections.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/DQIW/~4/NqLtScey-xA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.reinasthoughts.com/feeds/9070530688095826508/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4317826440941391005&amp;postID=9070530688095826508&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4317826440941391005/posts/default/9070530688095826508?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4317826440941391005/posts/default/9070530688095826508?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/DQIW/~3/NqLtScey-xA/i-vote.html" title="I Vote" /><author><name>reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652785204378952464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AdbYY8zXxto/TjJO3VKWmeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/NtEGsjxf-j8/s220/IMG_0956.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.reinasthoughts.com/2013/05/i-vote.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQGSXo_eCp7ImA9WhBbE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4317826440941391005.post-7834661203249833731</id><published>2013-05-12T07:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-12T07:52:08.440-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-12T07:52:08.440-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="church" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happy Mother's Day" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="events" /><title>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-RStk_5Jo52U/UY-slKBDG-I/AAAAAAAAAmc/-K0YAWtHK4M/s640/blogger-image-20019241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-RStk_5Jo52U/UY-slKBDG-I/AAAAAAAAAmc/-K0YAWtHK4M/s640/blogger-image-20019241.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Mother's Day. Though I was not a mother yet, I felt being one today. The youth department of our church prepared a program for mothers. I was touch by the children's thoughtfulness for though I was not their mom they prepared something for me. I received a flower, cards, and chocolates. Though they were &amp;nbsp;my husband's nieces they treated us as their second parents. I was touched by their thoughtfulness. Hopefully in God's perfect time I could have children as thoughtful like them. Happy Mother's Day to all mothers out there especially to my mamang. I love you Mang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/DQIW/~4/Kyptfzq8zBQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.reinasthoughts.com/feeds/7834661203249833731/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4317826440941391005&amp;postID=7834661203249833731&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4317826440941391005/posts/default/7834661203249833731?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4317826440941391005/posts/default/7834661203249833731?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/DQIW/~3/Kyptfzq8zBQ/happy-mother-day.html" title="Happy Mother&amp;#39;s Day" /><author><name>reina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652785204378952464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AdbYY8zXxto/TjJO3VKWmeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/NtEGsjxf-j8/s220/IMG_0956.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-RStk_5Jo52U/UY-slKBDG-I/AAAAAAAAAmc/-K0YAWtHK4M/s72-c/blogger-image-20019241.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.reinasthoughts.com/2013/05/happy-mother-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4CQ3ozfCp7ImA9WhBbE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4317826440941391005.post-3516358592739188659</id><published>2013-05-11T14:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-11T14:49:22.484-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-11T14:49:22.484-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="electronic cigarette" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cigarette" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cigarette smoking" /><title>Cigarette Addiction</title><content type="html">&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cigarette smoking became an addiction when your body needs continual intake of nicotine, the main ingredient of cigarette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am glad that some members of my family already quit smoking. I was able to witness how one of my brothers had been into smoking. He would even ask me to buy his cigarettes for him. He would sometimes light his cigarettes even if I am &amp;nbsp;there that I could also inhale the smoke. I am glad that I never tempted to try one. Once cigarette smoking is started and you became addicted to it, it would already be so hard to quit from it. It was a long process of quitting cigarette smoking on my brother's part. It took him several months to finally say that he quitted smoking. Still, it was not yet the end of it for when he had been with our elder brother and saw that he is smoking, he returned back to cigarette smoking. For quite some time he is smoking again but out of nowhere both my brothers quitted smoking. Maybe their strong religious belief gave them the determination to quit &amp;nbsp;cigarette smoking.&lt;/div&gt;
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If my brothers were successful enough to &amp;nbsp;refrain themselves from cigarette smoking, others just can't do so. Yet it is not a hopeless case. There are a lot of solutions to be able to do so. One of the effective solutions is to try &lt;a href="http://www.billigelcigaret.dk/" target="_blank"&gt;el cigaret&lt;/a&gt; or electronic cigarette. It is like deceiving yourself that you are still smoking but in a healthier way. The nicotine, which was the harmful substance in cigarette, was removed or lessened in &lt;a href="http://www.billigelcigaret.dk/" target="_blank"&gt;e cigaret&lt;/a&gt;. The &lt;a href="http://www.billigelcigaret.dk/el-cigaretter-anmeldelser/ego-t-el-cigaret-i-faver//" target="_blank"&gt;ego t&lt;/a&gt; electric cigarette is only one of many types of electronic cigarette that you could choose from. Hope this could pave the way to finally quit smoking for as in every cigarette ads warning, "Cigarette smoking is dangerous to your health." Healthy living is a way to live a fuller life.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Happy new to me. It's a new cellphone considered as a gift to myself. My husband advised me to do so since I kept on complaining that I am tired with my job. He advised me to subscribe to a plan for this phone to boost myself to keep on working hard since this will remind me that it is only one of the fruits of our labor. But then it was funny because after I acquired it, there had been some regrets because it is a bit expensive and I considers it as a luxury already. After so much thought about it, I console myself that it is ok and I think I deserve it somehow. It is a gift to myself. &lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I am excited. I will be attending family reunions for the rest of the week. It would be a good chance to be able to met my relatives. I don't remember anymore when was the last time I attended a family reunion. I could not anymore remember when was it. Maybe if I am required to write an essay about it, I will let someone to &lt;a href="http://www.write-my-essay-for-me.com/" target="_blank"&gt;write an essay for me&lt;/a&gt; because I could not remember anymore the feeling or the happenings on it. I am happy for I was able to apply for leave just for this occasion. It is a good time for me to use my available leave credits to relax and bond with my family. I will be attending the reunion of my grandmother's family on my father side. It would be the first time that we will gather together as a family on my grandma's side. Honestly, I do not know much about my grandma's family that I am so eager to&amp;nbsp;meet them. Maybe only five persons have I known as my relatives being related to my grandmother's side. After my grandma's family reunion, I will be attending my husband's family reunion on his mother side. I will be a memorable occasion with all the parade ,color coding of shirts, picture taking, presentations and of course delicious food. They were a big family and they make a point to gather together in order for the younger generation to know their relatives as well.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Family reunion is a gathering organized to meet and greet relatives who have not seen each other for a long time. It is an opportunity to be able to trace one's bloodline and know  those people related to it.  Mostly family reunions started with parades wherein every family is assigned to wear designated color of shirts to know from what family they belong. Presentation of families is always part of the program. Meeting and knowing one's roots should be the main goal of every family reunion. &lt;/div&gt;
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As part of the social responsiblity activities of the company, this year we decided to visit Balay Pasilungan at Datu Bago, Bangkerohan, Davao City. This is a foundation that cares and provides shelter for street children. As of now, there were fourteen street children at their care.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Doing community service is a very nice experience. It was self-fulfilling and let us appreciate more the blessings we are receiving. I am happy that the company is having this activity and that in our small way we could also be able to share our blessings. I hope other companies will also give importance to their social responsibilties to the community not only focusing on the financial status of their operation. I am happy to be able participate in this activity. Until the next community service.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;My superior&amp;nbsp;offered&amp;nbsp;me a job opportunity today. It is not really a promotion but a job position to head another project. It was not only offered to me but I showed my interest to it. It is a bookkeeping job with foreign clients. After my superior told it to us I really told her that I am really interested with the job for I want to learn more and experienced&amp;nbsp;bookkeeping. I tried bookkeeping before and I loved it. I do not know what lies ahead. Whatever maybe the result of this, I know it will be according to God's plan for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It
has been months since I keep on tracking my weight. Since then there is no
development in achieving my goal. There are still no changes that happened. I
am very hopeful that my weight will decrease but it looks like it is increasing
or it looks like it get stuck on a stable number. I do not want to be at this
state and I think I do not have strong motivation in order achieve this goal. I
have a lot of plans but it is not followed because of some health issues or
some other activities. Now I admit losing weight is really challenging and not
easy. If things did not work out for me in achieving my goal to lose weight,
for some it did work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;My officemate seems to do things that work out for him in his endeavor to lose weight. He has the motivation to stay focus and do everything to lose weight. He is losing weight and continues losing. He has a strict routine in going to the gym every morning and keeping track of his diet. He is also building up more muscles even if at this point he is not yet taking up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.proteinpulvertilbud.dk/kreatin/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Kreatin pulver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;how much more if he is doing so. It is part
of his daily routine to visit the gym before going to the office and refrain
himself from eating rice or other foods rich in carbohydrates. He does
weightlifting and some cardio exercise. In one week span of time he loss four
pounds and seems to lose per minute. That is so great. I envy his
determination and his achievement. More and more people are recognizing his
slimming stomach and his sexier body. Now I really believe that having sexy
body comes with hardwork and perseverance to maintain it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Finally the subdivision developer sent a text message yesterday as to when we will schedule the layout of our house. At first, I was not aware as to what it must be that I asked a lot of question. After a lot of exchange of messages, in my own understanding, layout is when the owner will decide on how or on which side will they want to position their house on the lot they purchased. It is not a big lot but it was a corner lot that my husband and I want to position the house where the remaining spaces of the lot would be maximized. I just hope that we could easily decide as to which side should our front view be facing and that there could still be enough spaces left for a garden or for a parking space. I am really looking forward for the house to be finally&amp;nbsp;constructed.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It is really nice to own a house. Although I am the only one that stays in my mother's house, I still want to invest in having my own house. I want to buy&amp;nbsp;furniture,&amp;nbsp;appliances and house decors in my own house. There is a furniture that my brother have which I really like, it is a mini bar with a &lt;a href="http://twoguyswinesupplies.com/wine-bottle-storage/" target="_blank"&gt;Wine Bottle Storage&lt;/a&gt;. I like it but I don't think I could have same like that for since I became a Christian, I don't drink wines anymore. Well, there are still a lot things to be purchased for the house except for that. May God will continue to supply us financially until we finally have our own house. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The weather is so hot and staying in a cool place would be the perfect thing to do. It would be more fun if you would stay in a camp. We are now fortunate that our place had been able to establish a camp ground at our province. It is situated in a high place, that the air is cool in there and the place is nice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;For kids out there, there is &lt;a href="http://www.montrealsummercamp.com/"&gt;Montreal Day Camp&lt;/a&gt; that offers activities which include sports, arts, academics and healthy living. While in &lt;a href="http://www.montrealsummercamp.com/daily_activities.html" target="_blank"&gt;Summer camps in Montreal&lt;/a&gt;, if parents would want their kids to focus on academics, &lt;a href="http://www.tutoringservice.ca/montreal" target="_blank"&gt;Montreal tutors&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;is also available. &amp;nbsp; Smoothies is also offered daily. this is open for kids ages 5-14 and co-ed. It is located in the heart of downtown Montreal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It is officially summer and during these times kids had nothing to do because of their summer break from classes. Summer camping is only one of the many activities kids could do. &lt;a href="http://www.montrealsummercamp.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Montreal Day Camp&lt;/a&gt; offers activities which includes sports, arts, academics with &lt;a href="http://www.tutoringservice.ca/montreal" target="_blank"&gt;Montreal tutors&lt;/a&gt; and healthy living. &lt;a href="http://www.montrealsummercamp.com/daily_activities.html" target="_blank"&gt;Summer camps in Montreal&lt;/a&gt; also offers daily smoothies. Campers are from ages 5-14 and co-ed. It is located in the heart of downtown Montreal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It is a long holiday because of the Holy Week. Instead of hitting the beach or travelling in any tourist spots, unlucky for me I have to stay at the house. To make the scenario worst, aside from staying at the house I also have to take a bedrest. Though it is not a doctor's advice, I still have to because in every move I make my menstruation and my dysmenorrhea gets worse. My husband accompany me to get over to this but he was not used to stay in bed that he was not feeling well on the following day. I really pity my husband because he did not have an enjoyable vacation during this long holidays and now he is sick as well because of me. I hope we could get through to this by tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Eventhough I am on bedrest, it would not hinder me from doing some payperpost oppurtunities. Luckily there are some offers. It will get me busy and forget some pains in my body. Thanks to the online freelance writing service at &lt;a href="http://essaywriters.net/"&gt;essaywriters.net&lt;/a&gt; for giving me something to do. It made me busy for a while.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Before I end this post, I want to leave these thoughts I ponder. Today is Good Friday, it made me realized that the pain I am enduring right now is way beyond comparable to the pain Jesus must endure for us to be save. Thank you Jesus!&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I almost finish reading a book written in our native
language which I thought would be full of jokes and funny stories. Indeed it
was funny but upon reading &amp;nbsp;it there are some
contexts in the book that relays to reality as to what really is the views of
other nationality about us. There had been a lot of stories, essays and web
pages stated that tackles about my country, its problems, its incompetencies
and what is lacking inorder for it to succeed as a nation.&amp;nbsp; What struck me the most is the story of other
races' perception about us. Their perception about us has been distorted by the
wars in Mindanao, Abu Sayaf kidnapping, cheap prostitutes and former
incompetent president that they neglected to notice the good traits of
Filipinos and its beautiful country. There is also a story about a Filipino who
wants to be on a different nationality if he will be reincarnated but there is
also a story of a foreigner who loves our country so much that he preferred to
stay here rather than on his own country. It is kind of weird, funny but a bit
sad for that Filipino who would like to disown his own race. &amp;nbsp;Though the book was first published almost ten
years ago, I hope our country improved much from then to now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The book also had been an inspiration to me. The writer
started writing in a web page and later on it was compiled and published into a
book. I like the author’s humor and wit in compiling those funny stories and at
the same time inserting some real scenarios where I could relate to and made
some realizations in life. I like the way he writes and his style in relaying
his stories to his readers. I think there are still a lot of things I have to
improve inorder for me to achieve what he had achieved. For one I could start
out with essays or hire this Australian &lt;a href="http://www.essay-bag.com/" target="_blank"&gt;essay&lt;/a&gt; writing service for some
techniques to be learned.&amp;nbsp; Well, let see
where this blog would take me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Out of respect for the author, I could not name the book for
I might say things that might not please him but I really like the book and
would highly recommend it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 115%; text-align: justify;"&gt;The
recent departure of my husband’s niece to Denmark and the arrival from Dubai of
a former co-worker brought some thoughts to ponder for me. Aside from these
two, my brother, my cousins, my neighbour and some of my classmates in college
and high school are in foreign countries. Many people think that foreign
countries offer greener pasture. They believe that working abroad could provide
them higher salary and it could be the way for them to uplift their way of
living from what was here in the Philippines. Sadly more and more people are
working abroad. Mostly are talented professionals like doctors, teachers,
accountants, nurses and engineers that used their talents for the benefit of
other countries. True to others, working abroad really changed their lives for
the better. For some, it brought then unhealthy relationship with their family,
unpaid debts, no savings and being molested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A
lot of news, articles, books and &lt;a href="http://www.essay-land.com/" target="_blank"&gt;essay writing&lt;/a&gt; tackle this issue already but
more and more people still go out of the country to work in a foreign land. In
fact, the government supports these because of the billions of dollars that OFW
(Overseas Filipino Workers) send to the Philippines. It has a big part in
increasing the GDP of the country.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; In
my own opinion if I will be given a chance to be able to work abroad, I will
really grab this opportunity. Just imagine if I will be given a job that will
offer me a much as four times of what I am earning here in the Philippines, who
can say no to this offer. Aside from the salary, you would be able to see
foreign countries. Still, major decisions like this must be given thorough discerning.
I must think a couple of times if do I really have to work abroad and leave my
husband and my family here. There are some questions in my mind like if I could
really do the job, if my body can cope with the weather and if my mind could be
at peace if I am away from my family and leaving alone there. These are only
some of my hesitations why I am still here. Well, if I could really work abroad
I know God will give it to me in His most perfect time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Time is fast approaching and again it is graduation time. I am happy for all parents out there who eagerly waited for this day for their children. Every parent believes that bright future awaits to their newly graduated children with the hope that it will pave the way for their children to have a good job and independently sustain their needs. I was graduated from college for almost six years already and indeed my diploma back me up to have a job and it supported my daily needs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Education is really important coupled up with hard work and perseverance to succeed in life. Being a student is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;not easy and there are some hindrances along the way. On my time,
financial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; issues had been my number one hindrance. I was studying at a
private school and was not able to have a scholarship. I was financially supported
by my mother who was a government school teacher and by my brothers who were
OFW workers at that time. On the middle part of college, we encounter some
money issues that I must work to lessen my tuition fees. Luckily, I was able to
work at the school as a student assistant up to the time that I graduated. I
worked at that time at least four hours a day and I was paid on an hourly basis
and was deducted on my college fees. Somehow it help me financially but it take
away some of my time for studying. Though the course I took was a bit hard
but I am grateful that I passed all my subjects and finished college. The only
thing is, I graduated late by one semester from my batch mates because my load
of units per semester is limited due to the fact that I am working. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Though some
of my expectations written in my &lt;a href="http://www.admission-essays.org/" target="_blank"&gt;admission essays&lt;/a&gt; like graduating on time was
not fulfilled, I am happy to be able to surpass the very challenging college
life. Savoring the feeling of self fulfillment during graduation is priceless.
Happy Graduation and Congratulation to all the Graduates!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I had my medical check up for today. Thanks to Maxicare, I never paid the consultation fee and the laboratory test. I was also grateful to be referred to a good doctor. I was referred to Dr. Salvador who was not only an OB-Gyne but also handles infertility problems. As usual, my ultrasound result states that I have retroverted&amp;nbsp;polycystic&amp;nbsp;ovaries just like my ultrasound results before. It is still the same but I am now so eager to find time to visit my OB-Gyne and try possible solutions to conceive specially now that I have Maxicare. It is a health benefit given by the company and&amp;nbsp;truly&amp;nbsp;they shoulder every medical expense I should have incurred. &amp;nbsp;I am thankful for this and also&amp;nbsp;grateful&amp;nbsp;to know the results that nothing like lumps, big cysts or myoma is inside my uterus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I also had my eye check up and the doctor told me that my vision is still okay. There is no recommendation for me to wear reading glasses but I still bought eyeglasses that would protect my eyes from radiation of computers or television. Thank you Lord Jesus for this day!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;Going
away from the daily routine of work, traffic, and stressful day, could be
refreshing sometime. I was away during the weekend and had a very unforgettable
and relaxing moment during those times. I also had a spiritual filled activity
last week. My husband and I attended a church activity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt; which is the
general conference of our church. It is the time when pastors and other church
members from the different parts of the Philippines gathered together in one
place with guest speakers from foreign countries. It is the time when a lot
lectures had been given, new officials had been elected and a night service. It
was my first time to attend that conference and I was happy to be able to do
so. I receive a healing prayer in one of the night services conducted. The
feeling was unexplainable and somehow it gave me relief. It is a nice feeling
to be part of a large crowd that praises and worship the Lord. Almost all of
the participants have same faith, same belief belonging in the same religion -
UPC. I was happy to be part of it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The
national general conference was held in the tuna capital of the Philippines –
General Santos City. It is the place where the famous Philippine boxer Manny
Pacquiao came from. It was a beautiful city with a lot of malls, restaurants,
hotels and inns. &amp;nbsp;Aside from that it is
also nearer to white sand beaches like in Gumasa, Saranggani.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We
never let the chance to passby without visiting Gumasa, Saranggani.&amp;nbsp; Indeed it was beautiful that simple &lt;a href="http://essays.mightystudents.com/" target="_blank"&gt;essays&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;would not be enough to describe its beauty. It has white sand beach and during our
visit the sea is calm and the weather is gloomy that it did not caused us
sunburns. Well, our one hour ride from gensan to Gumasa had been worth it as
well as our visit to Gensan which had been fruitful, meaningful and a memorable
one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Exercising
my profession and expanding my skills as an auditor during these days was far
at hand. An opportunity like this did not come my way for me to be able to
exercise my skill in auditing. It is quite disappointing to have passed the
licensure exam, have a license and could not used. Well at least, it paved the
way for me to be able to have a good job. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;One
of my acquaintances who had been into this field gave me advices. He worked
before into government offices, private companies and had also been able to engage
into private practice. The only thing with these is that you need to have vast
connections to be able to have clients who would ask for your services. My
husband is also encouraging me on this idea. I myself also want to try this out
to maximize my fullest potential. Before this will happen, I must first complete
my &lt;a href="http://www.dissertation-writing-help.org/" target="_blank"&gt;dissertation writing&lt;/a&gt;. I must finish this first and acquire my degree in MBA.
Having an MBA degree is an advantage in seeking future clients as well as in
enhancing ones career. &amp;nbsp;I still hope to
be given a chance that would enable me to exercise my profession.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Looking for a part-time jobs was a bit difficult but there are a lot of sources where we could find one. In the internet, newspaper, job posting and even news from friends could give us the part time jobs we want. I for one considers blogging as a part time job. Blogging was introduced to me by a friend and was able to know more about it through the help of some websites in the internet. I was not earning much but at least I earn some money from it.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Aside from blogging there are also other types of part-time jobs to choose from. My&amp;nbsp;office mates&amp;nbsp;for one considers to offer their services to those who want to &lt;a href="http://www.essayworks.net/" target="_blank"&gt;buy dissertation&lt;/a&gt;. It is a long type of work because it involves a process starting out with research but of course it would entails high pay for this type of job.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Tutorial is also a good type of part-time job. It is an everyday job and tiresome but it is more stable compared to other types of part time job. As long as you have skills in teaching, you can do it. More common right now is English tutorial to foreign students. A friend of mine offers English tutorial to Korean students. It pays well and it pave the way for him to be able to find a job abroad.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Well no matter what part time job you would may be able to find, its okay as long as you will love your job and enjoys doing it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I madet it through the night after not feeling well. I felt I could not breathe and my head aches terribly. Few days ago I had an LBM and the next day after that I&amp;nbsp;vomited early in the morning. Last night I could not properly sleep because my head aches. During that day, I vomited early in the morning, then after feeling better I traveled to go home to the province. Later that night I was facing the computer to work for some payperpost job regarding &lt;a href="http://www.essay-point.com/essay" target="_blank"&gt;essays&lt;/a&gt; when I started to feel like my world is spinning. I don't know what is happening with my body. &amp;nbsp;Surely in the next day I will consult a doctor. Thanks for all who prayed for me.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I am not a risk taker and I always wanted to be on my
comfort zones. I would like to decide on things wherein I have clearer view on
what lies ahead rather than putting myself on a vague future. Even when I am
still in college, I am so afraid to fail that even in writing college paper I
still have to research on books about it or look on some websites like &lt;a href="http://college-paper.org/"&gt;college-paper.org&lt;/a&gt;
&amp;nbsp;for some tips. I am so afraid to take
some risks that I take some&amp;nbsp;advises&amp;nbsp;from other people when I am making decisions.
That is why I admire my co-worker who had been a risk taker. &amp;nbsp;At a young age she worked alone in the USA.
She already visited several countries all by herself. Now, she is resigning
from a high paying job to work in Manila as a sales agent hoping for greater
opportunities. Well there is this concept on investments that states, the higher
the risk , the higher the income. I wish my co-worker all the luck she needs. Go girl!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Due to heavy rain on the past few days,
the city mayor declared that schools have now the authority to declare no
classes. Some parts of the city had been flooded and it is only reasonable for
schools to declare no classes if the rain is heavily pouring out. My alma
matter declared no classes few days ago due to heavy rains. Only today that the
sun shine brightly and on the afternoon it started again to rain. In times like
this, students are greatly affected by it for when it is raining they would
really get wet on their way to school or some will be stranded on the
flood.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunate for other students,
they still conduct classes on their flooded schools. It is only right for
schools to declare no classes. To be able to cope up with the lessons to be
learned, teachers require their students for some homeworks like research,
reports, projects or essay writing wherein &lt;a href="http://master-essay.com/"&gt;master-essay.com&lt;/a&gt; would be a great
help. &amp;nbsp;These are only some of the many
ways wherein the students could fill in what they should have learned on the
days declared as no classes. As much as possible schools refrain from declaring
no classes but the safety of the students should be their first priority.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Several months had already passed since the last time I went to school. I miss going to school every weekend. Before, my Saturday schedule is&amp;nbsp;allotted&amp;nbsp;to my MBA class but since I was not enrolled this semester due to inability of subjects offered I've got nothing to do. I was either staying at home or traveling back to the province. If I was able to enrolled this semester I would already be ready for my thesis writing or for &lt;a href="http://www.dissertation-maker.com/" target="_blank"&gt;dissertation writing services&lt;/a&gt;. Well only two semester left and I would already gained my master's degree in MBA. I was really hopeful that I could finish it till the end. &lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;My college classmate ask me the other day why I take up a master's degree. Is it for promotion?. I told her that it is not for promotion. I was taking my MBA for future opportunity. Just in case I wanted to shift my career to teaching, I could be able to do so with an MBA at hand. Aside from this it would be a continuing learning experience, an educational enhancement. It is also my dream to earn that degree.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Well, since I was not enrolled this semester my Saturdays had also been tiresome. It gave me more quality time with my husband and my family. I was able to travel vice versa from the city to our province to be with my husband. I am now obliged to go home to the province since I have no classes which made me miss schooling more. &amp;nbsp;If I have classes it refrains me from travelling much which is kind of tiresome and risky as well. Schooling had been my sole reason before why I cannot travel much.Now that I don't have classes, travelling much is also not good. I really miss school and hope things will now go back to normal.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Few days ago I had a weird dream. In my dreams, one of my teeth broke into half. I feared this dream because some people says that if you have dreamed that your teeth was removed it means someone is going to die. I dreamed of this before back when I was in college. My mollar tooth was removed in my dreams. Few days after I received a sad news that my grandma died. When I dreamed things like this I make it a point to write an &lt;a href="http://www.custom-essay-writing.net/essay" target="_blank"&gt;essay&lt;/a&gt;, a blog post, or just wrote it down in a piece of paper to remember it. I also prayed for the safety of my loved ones. Three days had already passed since I dreamed of it and with God's guidance no sad news came up. There had only been a minor accident happened with our neighbor while he is crossing the street. He had some bruises but he is ok now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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