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It feels good to be busy without feeling tired.  Though I can’t really tell how loaded I may be at work tomorrow, I can say that the week is going good, so far.  I go home and call it a day without worrying what‘s waiting to happen tomorrow at work.  I even manage to finally complete this blog today, before going to sleep.  For the whole week, I am still able to set aside my “creative” hours for

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I suddenly remembered that a part of my name is Christmas-related (regardless of whether my parents meant that or not.) Natalie \n(a)-ta-lie\ - BIRTHDAY OF CHRIST, or CHRISTMAS; BORN ON CHRISTMAS DAY. (from some web sources) Maybe, it adds up to the reason why I love Christmases. The humble Christmas tree in one corner of our home. And in case some may be wondering about my birthday...no,

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You were the star then. Now that they are at their height,  you remained resilient.  Sitting quietly at the corner, until somebody remembers me, then your presence would be felt...And then I'd shake hands with you and put them next to my ear,  "Hello!" You've bridged a lot of lives. You remind me of the little Natalie talking to her father from a distant desert; of the sixth-grader who

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There. :)

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“Not all those who wander are lost.” –J.R.R. Tolkien These itching feet, the eagerness to experience something new, my deep affection for nature, my drive for learning and self-development, my extreme need of silence and solitude led me to my first solo travel.  Not so far away from home, but at least a way to escape humdrum of the daily life. Exactly a week after my 27th birthday, I packed my

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Be warned:  This post you’re about to read is purely blabber.  No post-editing.  No organization of thoughts, just like water spilled out from the container, going to no particular direction.  I’m loving life for twenty-seven years.  Anyone who could beat that is surely older than me.  Give me more tricks! The past few days have been so rainy for me – literally and the other way around. 

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One of the most difficult messages you could ever give to a friend (or anybody) is "Happy Birthday" and "Condolences" at the same time. I had to do that thrice-- for friends/classmates Juvie, Eulah, and Jhay who lost a mom/dad just before their birthdays. It was never easy. Of course, I could always easily say it from the most comforting and sympathizing words to the most common "Be strong"

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The shirt got its way from London to our home. Not a prize too grand, but is surely loved because it was my first time to win an online contest. Landed to http://www.bibliotastic.com/ Enjoyed the ebooks. Enjoyed the site. Entered in some honest comments (well,wanting to win an Amazon Kindle). Yeah, I did not get the big prize. But this one is really good enough for keeps! :) P.S. Try

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E n j o y ! Shelfari: Book reviews on your book blog <ul><li><a href="http://www.shelfari.com/books/14600359/Para-Kay-B?widgetId=37469">Para Kay B</a> by Ricky Lee</li><li><a href="http://

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(Steve Jobs' Commencement  Speech in Stanford University,  2005) Transcript below (copied from Stanford University News): I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life.

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If you saw someone today working on some Sales data, holds her aching head for a while and then recovers and smile, she may be listening to this.  She could be me. The Little Prince Audiobooks Videos from Youtbe. (vivifies)

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It's amazing that this black and white thing gavecolor to my day. This is yet another pretty day when I reconnect to my childhood when the only pieces I can play was Happy Birthday; Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star; and some local songs. Ask me how better I have become now. Well, it's only the Happy Birthday that I've remembered. Photo from Wikipedia.

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My computer table is just one of the smallest part of the world where I can sit down and see what's going on. Catching up with long lost friends and relatives, updating myself with the business trends and some entrep ideas, or simply feeling the sense of fulfillment within the day. This is my window to the world. I am never the friendly type of person who smiles at everyone who I come across

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Rainy Saturday Outside. I haven't accomplished anything but cleaning my room -- from the ceiling to the floor, then under my bed. One shoe box caught my attention. Well, it wasn't a shoe box, but a box that contained the flip flops I bought from Human (a local clothing store), months ago. I had the chance to do some sort of "artwork," if I may call it that way. I grabbed some of my

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Friday, at work. Less than two hours before my weekend. Slouching on my seat while doing some of my work routines. Data was taking some minutes to download. I got hold of my phone as soon as I remembered about Gawad Kalinga. It has always been my dream to donate to a cause or more, or to give back to the community. While I am working my way to fully establishing my financial security, I

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Wanting to experiment if any one would think differently, I tried post one of the most "worn-out" phrases wherever I go. This is supposed to be the most thoughtful phrase you could ever hear if you only focus on what it means. It turned out to be a conversation filler. Worse, a clutter. It's funny that people would ask "How are you?" but wouldn't listen to the answer. (Hey, I am guilty at

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Back to Basics. As I write this, I remember my Nursery school days, when my mom used to teach me my first lessons in writing. Anyone could have an idea on how a long name could be a burden to a child who is asked to fit it in a pad paper. During those times my 15-letter name (without middle initial and the spaces) was considered long. I tried to somehow re-live it today. Since I am not

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by Lou Natalie N. PugayJune 14, 2011 Lately, I’ve always been dreaming about my student self, worried about a homework missed. Suddenly, I would wake up, smile and suddenly tell myself, “Thank God it was just a dream!” In few minutes, reality would sink back in, “Huh! Oh yeah! I do not go to school anymore.” It was 6 years ago when this lass came out to what others call “the real

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Inch by Inch Speech by Al Pacino (From the movie: Any Given Sunday)NOTE: I claim no ownership of the video or the words. Just thought to share to inspire others as well. Video Source: YoutubeWords copied here.I don't know what to say really.Three minutesto the biggest battle of our professional livesall comes down to today.Eitherwe healas a teamor we are going to crumble.Inch by inchplay by

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"Chaos reigns. Reflect, repent and restart. Order shall return." - Alteryx

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Happened to check my Friendster blogs and found this one -- something I posted 6 years ago. ---This is a beautiful allegory shared to me by a friend through a text message. The Pencilmaker told the pencils 5 important lessons:Everything you do will always leave a mark;You can always correct the mistakes you make;What is important is what is inside you;In life, you will undergo painful sharpenings

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Just thought to share. I find this one interesting... Art of War by lounatalie

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Tama na ang paghahanap sa nawawalang tsinelas at sapatos. May paa pa naman tayo para makapaglakad. Read full blog here. (Posted 01/11/2008)

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Once again, I am staring at my big multi-colored pen, embraced by a blue steno notebook. I am trying to grasp back the days when my ideas are full for writing...Read full blog here. (posted 12/29/2007)

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