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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uewnhKlL_g8/TVtVCXqympI/AAAAAAAAAYA/W4fHstLiTMM/s320/gay2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574142463002712722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt; font-family:Verdana;color:navy"&gt;The other night, our dormitory held a meeting for the rules and regulations. My hubby and i were new at that place.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:navy"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:navy"&gt;The emcee called someone named "Allan ______". His name is so masculine. Then a guy behind my hubby stood up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:navy"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:navy"&gt;I was stupefied for a while and my eyes kept drooling in every part of his face as he walked in front and took the microphone. I said to my hubby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family: Verdana;color:#333300"&gt;"My gosh he is so perfect"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:#333300"&gt; but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:navy"&gt; he just gave me a big smile and pinched my face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:navy"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:navy"&gt;Well the guy was tall, perfect face or much better say that he was really handsome, mestizo, captivating eyes, red kissable lips, cute dimples, and of course sexy body. So perfect to be a man.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:#333300"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:#333300"&gt;As I was on my phantasm, my hubby whispered &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;"He's a gay."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:navy"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:navy"&gt;A split of second the illusion ended.. Cleverly I said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family: Verdana;color:#333300"&gt;"How did you know?.....ohww you're just insecure because he is gorgeous. He is straight!!!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:navy"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:navy"&gt;He replied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:#333300"&gt;"Looked at him and listen".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:navy"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:navy"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:navy"&gt;I discerned that while the guy was holding the microphone, the other hand would sway and sway as gestures. When he laughed, he covers his mouth. Obviously, his fingers were clean, well trimmed and polished.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:navy"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:navy"&gt;He stood one leg bended. It seems his hips flowed with the sway of his hand.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:navy"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:navy"&gt;His lips' reddish. But it snob as he pause - squeezing, circling and pulping out most of the time. And his eyebrow raised up though it looked so virgin.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:navy"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:navy"&gt;Well, the way he talked was much more evident. He uttered in gay slang "shinetch", "merla", "ingrata", "churva"... etc. and all of us would just laughed. But honestly, he is smart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:navy"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:navy"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:navy"&gt;Agreeably my hubby was right.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:navy"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:navy"&gt;I asked my hubby, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:#333300"&gt;"Why in the world today has so many gays when there are many single women out there waiting for the perfect or so called right man?"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:navy"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:navy"&gt;And he replied.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:#333300"&gt;"Because there are many lesbians, too. Balance of nature."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:navy"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:navy"&gt;Perhaps, identity of whether you are a straight girl or boy, gay or lesbian - does not matter anymore. What is essential that all people pay respect for each other.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:navy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:navy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:navy"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Verdana;color:navy"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.0pt;font-family:Verdana;color:#333399"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.0pt;font-family:Verdana;color:#333399"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Verdana; color:#333399"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Verdana; color:#333399"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1499187237311401838-3523269010890383772?l=heinzbadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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She was so very excited and Vic is unstoppable buzzing me on ym how she loves Jodi - the voice, laughter, and the comforting words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jodi, 32, works in Hongkong while Vic is in Florida,20 years older than her. Actually they just met on line and are planning to meet in person on time. To cut the story- now they very in love with each other and wants to get marry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Does online relationship really works out? Are there still someone online that is in quaity, attaractive and of course available? With just one click can I be lucky to hit one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, yes, there are still many good men online looking for good women to spend their life with. I have heard about couples who met online and now are in commitments and getting married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Online dating has changed a lot since its conception. Before it was mostly for flirting and interacting virtually (cybersex, photo exchange, etc). Nowadays it seems more like online meeting and dating in order to find real relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are many online dating sites services open 24 hours where members have all had background checks performed prior to being admitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Advantages:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; 1. You can be anonymous with no commitment from you the user. Of course you may do so but at your own discretion and when you feel completely safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Gain confidence by chatting to lots of singles, exchanging compliments and building up your ego at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Friend Finder and perhaps love. Thus, it bridge geographical barriers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Disadvantages:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Not all people who visit dating sites are interested on online dating. Some are just for fun, flirting and hmmm for virtual sex .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. There are many users who provide false information of themselves. Some pretends to be single but they are actually married and have children.  Some disguise their age, appearance, status, or gender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Some are for scams and some have hidden intentions for white slavery or human trafficking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you are engaging to online dating, have a little caution and attention to every detail to protect yourself too. Screen out the wrong men online that seems to start conversation for fun.  Sometimes it is good to be not true so hide facts about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Online dating can lead to many wonderful adventures in the dating world. It is not impossible to find the person of your dreams just one click away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1499187237311401838-276274195737874594?l=heinzbadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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or this is the right thing for us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When we were together.. the world is so cruel or was it just hearts are full of grudges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Why I still ache when I thought I was over you, when i thought I have my life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;There is no getting over -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;because inside, my heart cripples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I do not know love until I met pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't believe - I made a greatest mistake in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Was it? or better things never yet seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Love is never blind - it was our choice to be blinded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know where this words are leading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All i know now - my heart is dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A love can never be right again and nothing we can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1499187237311401838-2521598189386756041?l=heinzbadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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They become professional in their field. Wedding plans are all set ready. Family and friends are excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But a 2 months before the wedding, the girl called the boy and wanted to have break-up. The reason? She has found someone else or perhaps there is more than that. The boy could hardly believe what happened to them. It was just eight years ago, the two were very obviously in love with each other. How could it happen? They both admitted, the past weeks were never good to them. They always argue and never met on same point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Whatever the reasons of their break-up, many felt dismayed of the eight years relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Break ups could be the most traumatic especially when you had treasure the relationship for long years. It is so hard to get over and moving onward. There is always a great deal of pain and things that reminds of your ex.  And there is no way to patch the pain over. No way of winning the love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But there are definite ways to move forward and a way to find a new relationship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Hide the things that remind the two of you&lt;/span&gt;. Love letters, gifts or anything that has something to do with your ex - keep them in a box and pledge yourself to never open it until you find yourself moving on and ready to a new relationship. In a long run, you can open it again and find yourself laughing of the past.&lt;br /&gt;If forgetting is one thing so hard to to do- burn it all. Harsh am I? yes, it is true. Because keeping those things can make yourself irresistible crying out to them and sometimes could give different meaning to your new partner if ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Re- arrange your environment&lt;/span&gt;.Get time to renovate your house. Bring down old photos and pillows that reminds her. This is true after the marriage or live-in relationship. Transfer to a new house coz sometimes old house still has memories in every corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Go out for socialization&lt;/span&gt;. Have fun. Enjoy your time mingling with friends. As much as possible, it is better to go out with friends or people that has nothing to do about your ex. This would greatly help you to socialize without hesitations and the best way to avoid questions and topic about your ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;No to love music&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, when we heard love songs - happiness or pain it still reminds you. We  easily recall back the past and cry. Go on patriotic songs or rock music for a while. This sounds so jerky but this is true- best way to deal yourself out of the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Have something to keep you busy&lt;/span&gt;. If working, push hard to work. Get in early and come home late. If it is ok, you can do the work of others just to please not them-but yourself. If studying, this could be the best way you can go on scanning the old pages of your books. Take more time reading or solving math problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. J&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;ust smile even your heart is aching&lt;/span&gt;. Never frown because of being left heartbroken. It will just make you ugly and old. It is not good showing your ex how bad things to you since the break up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on. Get a new life. Don't make your days miserable and unfair while your ex has a great time without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, it is always great to feel pain and have it cry out loud. It is not bad to cry again when you think of past - this the good way to get in touch with your emotions and self. Thinking what positive sides the pain has brought you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1499187237311401838-4549158308676430934?l=heinzbadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When do I know it is the right to time to let go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;He is ignoring you.&lt;/span&gt; Two way communication is the most important to keep the relationship moving and growing. But if the partner refuses to talk to you and continue to ignore you, making out reasons - well, it is a sign of immaturity and pushing you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;One party working.&lt;/span&gt; It would not be fair if one party alone is giving out effort of showing care, love and attention to the partner. It must be a both way giving and taking responsibilities. If you feel your partner has been taking you for granted - wake up! do not waste your time to a wasteful person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Attitude changed. &lt;/span&gt;As time goes by, as relationship takes long- true attitude comes out. But, take into consideration that loving is not all about joy and laughter. Someones attitudes, points and views, and beliefs  can sometimes hurt you. Yet, both should never disregard the feelings and opinions of the partner - respect and love should still govern. If he is very high and might, and sees only his self- make a move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Third party involved&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; This could be the biggest matter if the problem exist with someone between the two of you.Relationships involves lots of pains and temptations- near or far relationship. Most of relationships end up because of third party. So many reasons and factors behind these, but, if you can forgive and forget - why not? Many says, love is sweeter the second time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if so much pain and trust has been really broken, then let go. It would never be the same again. Let time moves what will happen next between the two of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Love lost. &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes this happen without knowing you already lost your love for your partner. It is a mere fact that relationship do not stay long just because of LOVE. It is really with a matter of CHOICE between the two of you if you want to stay long-being in love and making a choice. If no love really exist at all, be honest with your partner. Talk about it and how the two of you can deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving up a relationship surely should be time taking and mind whistling. Never do it at one night coz you will regret it forever. Exert effort to fixed things between the two of you, but if you see nothing happens- you must give up.  Cry it out and move on. You will see there is much more to see outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1499187237311401838-6426300091664894942?l=heinzbadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am pregnant. He is willing to marry me but I am two sided. Both our parents want us to get marry and support us. We are still in college and I have so many plans in mind. If i get marry.. will i be happy? will i not regret it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;if i won't marry-what will happen to me? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many questions arises when early pregnancy happens. At this stage, some teenagers who find hard to open it up to family tends for abortion or suicide. On the other hand, some parents demands for marriage. Perhaps for a reason to avoid social/community gossips, religion, and family's credibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I have a very close friend who get pregnant at the early stage of 18 and both are still in college. They were seem excited to get marry and seem nobody can separate them. Both parents demands for marriage. Actually, they were just 5months way getting to know as  boyfriend/girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Because of pregnancy, the girl has to stop school. After the birth, the boy decided to take a job to sustain the needs of his family. Well, actually the boy's parents were there always to financially support them. But it was a boy's pride to ought his responsibilities. On the way of marriage life, teenage spirit aroused to the boy's part- hangouts with friends, discos, beer drinkings and marijuana at the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;These were not handled well, that they started fighting and hurting the girl. After a year the girl decided to come back to his parents. They got their own separate ways. The girl fall in love with someone but cannot marry him  (because she is still legally married and applying for divorce is very expensive and long to wait) while her husband is still enjoying the peers with his friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attitude is, marriage is not the answer of pregnancy to teenage couples. Getting marry at early age really changes everything you have planned for. Mostly regrets comes in for many reasons and factors. And only few survives. Well, i guess it is a matter of decision but being pregnant should not be the first basis why you have to marry. Think a lot if both could be responsible enough to be not just a parents but as a husband and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1499187237311401838-984141358518808212?l=heinzbadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Wondering if he is the right guy for you? Hard to admit for girls, but these question makes us insecure and began to doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why don't you pause for a while and think than pursuing long to man you never sure with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Is he the right one for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;1. He makes you feel comfortable and value your happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Getting involved in relationship does not mean  that we girls should always think and plan of what makes him happy. We should see that out of his effort he can bring at ease and smile to you when you are together. If he seems to be "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think of me&lt;/span&gt;" - value his own interest and happiness.. duh..forget him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A successful relationship is with the effort of both partners to give respect and honor. He should be willing to go beyond his own self-interest and sees the value of things and people you hold dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;2. He gets positive score from your family and friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You can never know the person well unless you get time to involved with his family and friends. A big factor if he introduce you to his family. With them, you can know how he was at the days of his childhood, teenage, and to the time you were not there yet. By that, you will learn  to understand him more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;See the group of friends he has. The kind of activities they are involved with and how his group defines him as a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Introduce him also to your family and friends. Give him a moment to talk and mingle with them out of your effort. Just observe and ask them how he was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If everything comes positive, well, take a heed and smile. If not, think more and wonder why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. He can handle and resolve conflicts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A relationship can never grow without a test of pain and fights for differences. If a guy pouts out, keep on blaming, and shows sign of withdrawing, it is obvious enough that he is very immature to be serious with you. Both partners should be open for the communication and discuss the reasons. This is a good way to deepen the relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No man could be define as " perfect" but there is always a "right man" just for you. Easy to find, if you make yourself also the right one for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1499187237311401838-8383455652936334220?l=heinzbadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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More trials and tests of love comes along the way and surely measures the milestones of the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;How can I survive with a long distance relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Make an agreement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This would clearly define what goes between the two of you. Make an agreement of what you expect for the relationship and how much commitment you are willing to give and receive. Be open of what you want and the things you fear of having this type of relationship. In same way, learn to listen and accept his views. Discuss your plans and know where the two of you should meet. Being monogamous in decisions help prevent future misunderstandings and mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;2. Constant Communication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Everyday communication if possible is very important. If not, explain your daily route and financial status so that the other party can understand. Communication like making phone calls is very expensive but a very practical way to directly express your feelings, share interests  and bridge the distances. Somehow it fills the missing link in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;3. Mark the important dates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Distance or miles apart doesn't mean having an excuse on forgetting or not celebrating the special days  for the two of you. Either anniversary or  birthdays these should be marked on your calendar. Sending letters or gifts compensate your absences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;4. Enjoy being alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Long distance relationship gives lot of advantages. You can spend more time with your self and friends. You can do whatever you want - strolling, mountaineering and getting chance to engage in activities that will build your characteristics and be physically fit. But learn to put limits and remember the agreements the two of you made. Just never do things that will give no good to the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;5. Avoid jealousy, have trust and be faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jealousy is very poisonous that could ruin relationship. It is a mere fact that once we love - we trust the person but jealousy slowly rooted up as time goes. It is hypocrite to say that you never felt jealous. If you do not want to put dead end, better control your jealousy. Trust and jealousy do fight in mind as  love is being test.&lt;br /&gt; Trust and faithfulness is a major necessity if you wish a relationship to last long. Just be positive as everything will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;5. Avoid temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Most commonly, long distance relationships fail because of temptations. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Physical temptations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;6. Set a limit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants to wait forever!&lt;br /&gt;Setting a limit is a very wise decision if you do not want to end up waiting forever. There will come a time when the two of you decide to be seriously get involve in a deeper form of relationship and settle in one place. If settling in one place would be impossible with some acceptable reasons, do plan to see each other on regular basis.  This somehow makes you forget the distance apart. But if your partner really loves you, he really wants to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There could be no better way of knowing the person well but to spend time close to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1499187237311401838-6564015465408108315?l=heinzbadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hard to admit we made a  mistake and we have hurt someone. In other way,  we ca never feel sorry if we are not guilty and never feel hurt in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm sorry"&lt;/span&gt; is also powerful as saying &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;"I love you"&lt;/span&gt; to the person. And perhaps much harder to utter than confessing love. It is an incredible and powerful word that makes you to cry and laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why is it sometimes hard to say sorry? Was it because you feel you are not to blame? or was it because of PRIDE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What if you really feel guilty and wanted to say sorry but the word Sorry is hard to speak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;HUGGING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   One way to express sorry when it's hard to say. Once you hold him in your arms, for sure there is no way for him to say no but to hug you in return too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;SMILING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   When you smile to the one you have, he would assume you have accepted your mistakes and wants things start over again. Well, if he don't smile back.. it is okay. At least some pinch of guiltiness were pulled out. It is up to him to carry that burden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;IN ACTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Tapping shoulder&lt;/span&gt; - well, it's obviously mean that what had happened were all forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Showing good&lt;/span&gt; - this is hard to describe by him and perhaps would took long but easy to express sorry for you. Just do chores that could lighten him, help him in not obvious ways, bring foods to all and give him share to, and just keep silent and never utter if no good words to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Above all mention, I admit it is hard for me too.  And thru actions have always been my ways to show how sorry I am. This especially, when you feel sorry to one older than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride really ruins everything when not properly use. Think a hundred times before you say  words when someone in front of you is angry. But I know this things hard to remember when you are into the situation of hurting and pride being touch. Hurting words easy to utter when we were hurt and regret at end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we are not all perfect. Sometimes pride is the only thing that make us strong and move. Each of us is carrying a banner of PRIDE.. and it is hard to HUMBLE down. So let us just mine our own banner so that saying SORRY will never be raised up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1499187237311401838-8985433141063950900?l=heinzbadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have passed the board exam in one clicked,(hmmm don't ask my score rate), got experienced in structural designing (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;merely 2- storey up residentials and commercial buildings on steel and concrete frames&lt;/span&gt;), some small details of bridges, and hydraulic systems. I was able to handle hmmmm small projects I say but proud to say I was the one handled it and able to gave big profits to the company I worked before. I'm acquainted with 2D CAD and basics of 3D and some structural programs.. but still for myself these experiences i have now - were not enough to take pride and shout &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for there are far more better .. who designed and constructed amazing structures in this world..I have a very long long long way to go and sweat....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;when can I say that I am really a professional Civil Engineer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I passed this question to some of my friends on this field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;when you are practicing your Civil Engineering Works with wide-depth knowledge and experiences, with technical basis,ethics, safety, economics, share and continue education.... respect other profession and fellow civil engineer...&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;" from one of my boss sir Roel a land and water development  expert/consultant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;yup i think experience can make you one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; board exam is nothing but a mere reflection of how much have you learned in college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; but the the profession itself can be learned thru experience...&lt;/span&gt; " from my friend adelle who is also a civil engineer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;if u r license then u r a professional civil engineer!&lt;/span&gt;" from sir Rickie, civil engineer and bridge expert/consultant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;it has something to do with your attitude towards your profession as a whole&lt;/span&gt;" from my friend chester, an archtectural engineer in Palau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but if we clearly define what PROFESSIONAL means in dictionary it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;trained, skilled, practiced, expert, proficient, and certified..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for me to put conclusion what a professional civil engineer is.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; License matter in this field to be called civil engineer.. wide and depth experienced in its scope is a great credit.. but what matters most is &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;CHARACTER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;It is the way you can gain respect from others to be called professional. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What is the use of telling the world "i'm a professional civil engineer!" when you look around there is much better than you that juz keep his silence and humble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, the road to success is always under construction to CIVIL ENGINEERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Unending task and unending journey towards the world of PROFESSIONALS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1499187237311401838-4315665307928271763?l=heinzbadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SRuf2xf79II/AAAAAAAAARE/CqCkCikZLIw/s320/101_7058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267979952488969346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Weekend break with my neice... at Samal island city!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SRuhilH4ixI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EaukzECLazY/s1600-h/101_7076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SRuhilH4ixI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EaukzECLazY/s320/101_7076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267981804592728850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SRuhE6h1UaI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Hm2pBfQHmDQ/s1600-h/101_7074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SRuhE6h1UaI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Hm2pBfQHmDQ/s320/101_7074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267981294942638498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SRuhEeuYN1I/AAAAAAAAARk/EL35FGCoPbI/s1600-h/101_7072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SRuhEeuYN1I/AAAAAAAAARk/EL35FGCoPbI/s320/101_7072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267981287479064402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SRuf3nxYx5I/AAAAAAAAARU/tNEGtuQ_ja0/s1600-h/101_7067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SRuf3nxYx5I/AAAAAAAAARU/tNEGtuQ_ja0/s320/101_7067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267979967057676178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SRuf3feFi2I/AAAAAAAAARM/BcAFdP_pTbA/s1600-h/101_7066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SRuf3feFi2I/AAAAAAAAARM/BcAFdP_pTbA/s320/101_7066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267979964829240162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SRuhihmuJRI/AAAAAAAAASE/JZ_JrZDNYBk/s1600-h/101_7091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SRuhihmuJRI/AAAAAAAAASE/JZ_JrZDNYBk/s320/101_7091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267981803648328978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;See how amazing the creations are.. it's good to be here.. Relaxing ang breathtaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1499187237311401838-4837769394680902111?l=heinzbadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/G5O6n1Hdl49JkoFbIf_2wDFL58c/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/G5O6n1Hdl49JkoFbIf_2wDFL58c/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://heinzbadz.blogspot.com/feeds/4936391314916602026/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1499187237311401838&amp;postID=4936391314916602026" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1499187237311401838/posts/default/4936391314916602026?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1499187237311401838/posts/default/4936391314916602026?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://heinzbadz.blogspot.com/2008/10/goodbye-minssad.html" title="Goodbye MinSSAD" /><author><name>BADZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027559090941736125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SQZ9LBLMXdI/AAAAAAAAAO8/iiEP4ynK5Ow/S220/AS.JPG" /></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YCQXg6eip7ImA9WxRWEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1499187237311401838.post-1956788722208927514</id><published>2008-10-26T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:19:20.612-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-26T21:19:20.612-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cakes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthday" /><title>My 28th Birthday!!!</title><content type="html">&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SQU4D58p-qI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Y7fVYayYOGw/s1600-h/101_7152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SQU4D58p-qI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Y7fVYayYOGw/s320/101_7152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261673379398285986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SQU5XXSeGSI/AAAAAAAAAO0/SKqK-YJGM6M/s1600-h/MY+CAKE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SQU5XXSeGSI/AAAAAAAAAO0/SKqK-YJGM6M/s320/MY+CAKE.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261674813203552546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my MCO Family and  my Papa &amp;amp; Mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last October 24 was my hmmm 28th birthday.. Gosh! I'm 28 years old but i don't feel being 28. I feel I'm not yet totally grown up - in decision makings, plans, career and my face.. whatever!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, it's ok to be 28 just as long as i look 20.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For 28 years on earth, I know I have been blessed with a good family, friends, and work.  Every year of my birthday were all memorable and special than any other occasions. Not even Christmas or New year can compensate the feeling of celebrating the  day you were born. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Before, when October hits the calendar I started counting the days and planning what I wants for the next year. But now, I was not excited actually. Got this thinkin' "oh, my God just 3 years from now I'll be counting my age out of calendar!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But when my friends started to greet me, I can see they were so happy for my birthday.. well i guess I should be happy. After all the long 28 years of ups and downs in life.. i still breathe.. I SURVIVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wishing for myself a more years to go with my family and friends, good and succesful work.. and hmmmm a happy &amp;amp; contented marriage life soon.. :=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1499187237311401838-1956788722208927514?l=heinzbadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So the pussyrat girls- &lt;a href="http://mymelowdee.blogspot.com/"&gt; melowdee &lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://alouraine.blogspot.com/"&gt;louraine &lt;/a&gt;, mae and I explore what Camp Sabros so known with..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Camp Sabros word means Sacdalan Brothers, is located in Kapatagan, Digos City. A beautiful area atop a mountainous wilderness of lush greens, 3980 feet above sea level. A two hour bus travel from Davao City which cost 64 pesos. From the old terminal of Digos city we hired a motorcycle 80 pesos/head for almost an hour up and down of the road. Then made a stop on the checkpoint and began to hike up the entrance to the camp for less 30minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SOWHpTZX8lI/AAAAAAAAAM8/jQDZJumZypQ/s1600-h/DSC02526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SOWHpTZX8lI/AAAAAAAAAM8/jQDZJumZypQ/s320/DSC02526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252753684048638546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SOWLvK9p0sI/AAAAAAAAANE/9rv_cvHewoU/s1600-h/DSC02621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SOWLvK9p0sI/AAAAAAAAANE/9rv_cvHewoU/s320/DSC02621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252758182910612162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SOWO11jEtyI/AAAAAAAAANM/Z_MfCdXR8_4/s1600-h/DSC02569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SOWtAw9KKDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/x0ojfRUftvk/s320/DSC02735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252794769050576946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SOWtA0sRiWI/AAAAAAAAAN0/zaKC6A5eAmc/s1600-h/DSC02694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SOWtA0sRiWI/AAAAAAAAAN0/zaKC6A5eAmc/s320/DSC02694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252794770053499234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We got all the time enjoying the place, zipp lines, shouting and most of all memories of friendships. Well, at least we felt what it is when flying..like superman!!!!  The feelings hard to describe but the feeling up their in a split of seconds were all worries free...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1499187237311401838-6077306823185122001?l=heinzbadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The love and joy your family gave to me. Always be in my heart and really long to see you soon. I love you my dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I just can’t understand the way of all the men and their mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You give them all your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And then they try to rip it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You told me how much you love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And how our love was meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And I believe in you I thought that you will set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You should’ve just told me the truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;That I wasn’t the girl for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Still I didn’t have a clue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My heart depended on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Although I’ll say I hate you now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Though I’ll shout and curse you out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I’ll always have love for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Because I am a girl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Been told a man will leave you cold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Get sick of you and bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I know that its no lie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I gave my all still I just cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Never again will I be fooled,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;To give my all when nothing’s true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I won’t be played again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But I will fall in love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Now you leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1499187237311401838-1783625275759525991?l=heinzbadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Born on January 26, 2006. We call her baktin (little piggy), Bianca Flor, Rosing, Gwapita (beauty) and atribida (actress of non sense).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SNBxHDfZSkI/AAAAAAAAAME/JPrXgQZP3A0/s1600-h/ope2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 466px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SNBxHDfZSkI/AAAAAAAAAME/JPrXgQZP3A0/s400/ope2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246817931896638018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SNBxHDfZSkI/AAAAAAAAAME/JPrXgQZP3A0/s1600-h/ope2.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was October 2006 when she had her first cleft operation. She was just 9 months then and the youngest of all ten babies operated on that special schedule. Before the operation the doctor must see to it that the baby is healthy..means no fever, cough  and running nose. Most she must have not eaten or drink milk for within 4 hours before the operation. She was the second to be operated. No guardian allowed inside the operating room. We waited outside of i guess less 2 hours. We never noticed the time coz our mind was filled of her cries as the nurse carried her inside the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After the operation i was about to collapsed when i saw her face. Lips filled with threads and betadine, eyes sored coz of crying and arms binded with tape and rolled hard paper so she wont scratch her lips.. and as much as possible she must not cry... But the worst on her was to feed her milk just by drops and drops.. when she used to have 7 bottled milk of 250 ml per day and some cereals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And by June 2007 was her second operation for palate. She was 1 year and 9 months old. Juz by the time she got recovered now here it goes the second omen of her dreams. She got phobia of nur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ses and doctors..whoever wears white that time.So my mother had to attend her inside the operating room and she cried as the operation went. As usual, the baby underwent fasting again before the op&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After the operation, her mouth were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tied with bandages. As if she looked liked bein kidnap and tied mouth. Bloods  and saliva just flow freely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;from her mouth as she cried. Just picture it out!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SNCKzqk9T7I/AAAAAAAAAMs/Nmwp1H01kWY/s1600-h/my+after+faces.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SNCKzqk9T7I/AAAAAAAAAMs/Nmwp1H01kWY/s320/my+after+faces.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246846186093891506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now, here she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; no scars of pain in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;her memories. She is funny and her heart always filled with joy. She knows she has facial defect coz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ally take care of her mouth/lips. She play games that won't hurt her lips. She joins boxing, tom &amp;amp; jerry play any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;game with her brothers.. juz "touch not my lips". Coz if y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ou did, she'll punch your lips too.hiihihi.. She's the only girl of all grandchildren on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;both sides of her parents but she is the master of the game.Everytime she speak a word &amp;amp; talks a lot we clapped and appreciate her eventhough sometimes we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;could not understand. Sometimes she s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ensed we don't get her words, she juz makes hand signals or grabbed you to the thing she wants to emphasized. What gives &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;us joy is when she sings. She loves singing and immitate the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;way my mom sings in high tunes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SNCL8acWcKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TwkzYkW4DZQ/s1600-h/my+faces2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SNCL8acWcKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TwkzYkW4DZQ/s320/my+faces2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246847435893272738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She is s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and sma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;rt. We &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;now know the reason why she was born in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bilateral cleft and palate.. because she cannot be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;perfect and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  nobody is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;perfect.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said after her 18 years &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;of age she can under nose lifting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But right now she is beautiful as she is.. and many says so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1499187237311401838-133527140103677849?l=heinzbadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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His hometown is about 4hours bus travel fro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;m here my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The used to be culture of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SMYkhiHoKWI/AAAAAAAAALc/LPs28bv1mAc/s1600-h/101_6907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SMYkhiHoKWI/AAAAAAAAALc/LPs28bv1mAc/s400/101_6907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243918974632601954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;fore the approval of parents was the boy has to serve the girl's family for not less of three months where he would either do the cook, laundry or some household chores in order to please the family and somehow give ease to the parents that the man is ready to serve their daughter of whatever means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the day that both parents will meet, before they could enter the house of the girl the family of the boy should render a song as they say in poem way (like the Songs of Solomon or Balak) or hire someone to do for them and must not forget to brin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SMYmpHPekJI/AAAAAAAAALs/7-RgB7gomA0/s1600-h/101_6910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SMYmpHPekJI/AAAAAAAAALs/7-RgB7gomA0/s400/101_6910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243921303879979154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;g foods for offering. This i think is done to declare their good intentions to the w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oman. And if everything would run smoothly, the family of t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he boy are welcome in to the house of the girl and have banquet with them and discuss the matter of wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do not know much about this c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ulture or to whom tribe it started.But well bob has a Boholanon blood and i am a Genuine Ilongga.But actually we did not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;observe this practices. As of days now, we can think it is really corny and funny to do. Maybe because in the city we see that this practices has not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SMYmD-oqesI/AAAAAAAAALk/rzMEnv1sKDg/s1600-h/101_6909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 157px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SMYmD-oqesI/AAAAAAAAALk/rzMEnv1sKDg/s400/101_6909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243920665914538690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;n observed strictly and more are adapting the western &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cultures. Eventhough, this was not done during the meetings of our parents last August 29, 2008, gave us different feelings of excitement and fear. I prepared the table, drinks, rice and fruits while bob brought foods from the resto where we made reservations a day before. Well, as i have observed our parents came click and close so easy. They just discuss about our wedding just a matter of minutes but the rest of four hours were about wars and terrorisms. Gosh! how about our wedding!!! Well, as long our parents view collide..it feels better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, my wedding day? expect on December 23,2008. 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NOKIA 1100 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;This is my first owned cellular phone. I bought it from the money my father gave as a share of helping him during our rice field harvest of later part of 2004.Still now it functions just like the first day i bought it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It was juz a 2 days old to me when i  accidentally washed the phone with the blankets in the washing machine. I went back to the store where I bought it to consume the warranty and they juz have it dried. Chada!!! still beeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And juz by following 3 weeks, my 2 year old nephew throw my cellphone in the toilet bowl while i was busy studying. Luc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;kily, he has no knowledge how to flush the bowl that time.So i dried it up on the fan or under the heat of sun for 3 days.Chada again!!!still beeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SKzreAECtlI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4cSU3wLUzHQ/s1600-h/101_6778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SKzreAECtlI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4cSU3wLUzHQ/s400/101_6778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236819367370602066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;                           &lt;a href="http://www.gsmarena.com/nokia_3100-453.php/"&gt; NOKIA 3100 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And this my other cellphone. A second hand which i bought from my laborer of one of my construction projects last March 2008 at only 1,500 pesos. Actually, i do not need another cellphone but he needs a money so i get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;With the fast evolutions of cellular phones today, am i still in or out of the techno trail?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i do not care. I used my cellphones without hesitations of displaying it publicly.hihihi. I do not envy because i do not need to be part of growing socialization of technologies as others are thinking (not all of us). I am not interested in cellular gadgets with latest cameras, videos, mp3 or other additional specs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use my phone the way their main functions should be- communications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love them. They are part of me and i could not take the feelings of of disposing them or for collections and have fun beeping with new ones. Well, it is juz me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I value what i have now. They will serve me as long as they beep and stay with me even no life at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are tired of beeping, well i guess that would be the time i will buy new. Even in or out of the latest cellphone trends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1499187237311401838-2941358651011329805?l=heinzbadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It WAS ME..way back just a month ago.. for 15 years I have been a curly girl..Not just an ordinary wave of hairs..but a super curly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually, I was born with a straight hair.. don't know at age 12 my hairs began to form waves. My mom always cut my hairs and used mineral oils after bath to thicken hair strands and somehow to make my brown hair look black. Maybe it impulse the natural curly genes to burst out "it's in my genes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SJfcN7EsrQI/AAAAAAAAAHU/shGJUQQvDFE/s1600-h/DSC00821.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230891623967927554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SJfcN7EsrQI/AAAAAAAAAHU/shGJUQQvDFE/s200/DSC00821.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, this is ME NOW!.. because of so called HAIR REBOND!..so expensive but i feel light and great now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just more of hair maintenance..but when new hair grows..surely it would be a curly hair again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Many admires my curly hair..but each day was a struggle. Know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. I have to take shampoo &amp;amp; conditioner everyday. One sachet each wasn't enough to feel clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. I got to have different sets of comb. Never misses a big tooth comb at morning and after bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Lots of hair ties and clips..to fasten my hair everday and never look messed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Always finished with oil or gels to control my hairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. So prone with dandruff and that is the reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. I could not put lots of hair clips coz if i did? ..clips and curls rumbles and got no choice but to cut my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Lastly, so tired combing my hair everday.So sometimes after bath, I immediately tied it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, don't have to worry about messing up with my hair, dandruff, and hair ties. Now, my pocket can smile coz a one sachet of shampoo can take for a week and a conditioner for every two days. See how I saved? Not just money but time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is there any hair technology that would make my hair look straight forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes, I do missed my curly waves.. my friends misses it too..coz they say MY CURLY HAIR DISTINCT ME FROM THE REST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1499187237311401838-2797480017553378214?l=heinzbadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6pXjHRVieyQ90tcIFUxdBjwYoPc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6pXjHRVieyQ90tcIFUxdBjwYoPc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://heinzbadz.blogspot.com/feeds/2797480017553378214/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1499187237311401838&amp;postID=2797480017553378214" title="19 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1499187237311401838/posts/default/2797480017553378214?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1499187237311401838/posts/default/2797480017553378214?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://heinzbadz.blogspot.com/2008/08/hair-make-over.html" title="A Hair Make Over" /><author><name>BADZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027559090941736125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SQZ9LBLMXdI/AAAAAAAAAO8/iiEP4ynK5Ow/S220/AS.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SJfEETHz00I/AAAAAAAAAHM/GLALW4RGjU0/s72-c/a1.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4ER3Y_fip7ImA9WxdUGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1499187237311401838.post-5273225115265710700</id><published>2008-07-30T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T02:18:26.846-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-05T02:18:26.846-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wise Hotel" /><title>My 1st Experience in a Hotel Alone in San Francisco</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SJgTTQ7mXBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/1QQkMxzEwcY/s1600-h/101_6592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230952188874218514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SJgTTQ7mXBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/1QQkMxzEwcY/s200/101_6592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;San Francisco, California? Nope! Am talking bout San Francisco, Agusan Del Sur, Philippines.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..for our Infrastructure project assessments in this area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"Wise Hotel" ..now it has a new name called "Smart Drive Inn"... Yet still people on that place get used of the old name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, this is my room. Room #22.Cozy &amp;amp; cuttie. What makes it difference is I am ALONE &amp;amp; FREE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SJgVW1VSGhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/dK29vXSbi7U/s1600-h/101_6555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230954449208482322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SJgVW1VSGhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/dK29vXSbi7U/s200/101_6555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Feels like an alien.. a tourist in this place am not familiar with.&lt;br /&gt;I could have a great time knowing myself &amp;amp; enjoy the moment while everythin is mine now. Tomorrow might not all be the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;My heart feels light.. I could sleep without no one hurdling my pillows..I have my own cable tv and of course NO alarm clock of my mother's unstoppable mouth!!&lt;br /&gt;But I could not sleep so I made myself busy..singin out lout.. callin my mama and little bro wang on phone..watchin tv.heck!!… juz to stop myself thinking creepy faces and things under my bed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SJgVXLhzmZI/AAAAAAAAAH8/xPTwCEb-vpo/s1600-h/101_6587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230954455166589330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SJgVXLhzmZI/AAAAAAAAAH8/xPTwCEb-vpo/s200/101_6587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Only one thing I realized.. I couldn’t be happy alone without my family.. I couldn’t sleep without my little bro beside me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How are they now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Then by next day morning, I just realized I was able to sleep and it felt good even it was juz four hours... I took an early bath and strolled to the market--taking pictures and meeting people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;It was a time of my life I enjoyed SAN FRANCISCO..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I left my heart in SAN FRANCISCO as what my friend &lt;a href="http://mon-keywrench.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adelle &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SJgXDoK8zyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/fTj9euUQ_TM/s1600-h/101_6593.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230956318281223970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px" height="111" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SJgXDoK8zyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/fTj9euUQ_TM/s200/101_6593.JPG" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SJgVWqDQrDI/AAAAAAAAAHs/UFwGSUmO9AY/s1600-h/101_6595.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230954446180101170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px" height="110" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SJgVWqDQrDI/AAAAAAAAAHs/UFwGSUmO9AY/s200/101_6595.JPG" width="138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SJgVWZRAaqI/AAAAAAAAAHk/14Y9YvJO5Bo/s1600-h/101_6591.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230954441674353314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px" height="114" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rjk0R17JpxI/SJgVWZRAaqI/AAAAAAAAAHk/14Y9YvJO5Bo/s200/101_6591.JPG" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1499187237311401838-5273225115265710700?l=heinzbadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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