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I love the butterfly...(",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; rules&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put the logo on your blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add a link to the person who awarded it to you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Link 10 other bloggers whom you wanted to share this award to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give a reason why you consider that person's blog cool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And I pass this award to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://rukee.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Ruki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - for his excellent skill in drawing. The best!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://leechoiwoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - for his deep thoughts...char! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://tetlecute.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Tetle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - for her pinkish blog with "lotsa" nice stuff...hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ddschroeder.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;A Fil-Am Journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - for being a lovely couple, for their cute kiddo, and for their info-filled blog. Keep it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theasiantraveler.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Asian Traveler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - for giving me a tour to beautiful Asian places and giving me a snapshot of their culture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://noahandkaeden.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;A Blessed Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - for her cute baby and nice blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ebookhelper.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;E-Book Helper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - for being so helpful. thnx for the e-books. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://digitalpolaroids.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Digital Polaroids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - for sharing her skills in photography. Love your pics, really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://filmasia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Film Asia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - for updating me with latest Asian films. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://magicmomentoflife.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Magic Moment of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - for her cute kids and cute page layout...(",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8767963374192274296-1264306910994686173?l=kheycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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(08.05.08)" /><author><name>KhEyCeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02763510551725528944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XyvVN9q05MA/SQVS9cwecuI/AAAAAAAAAFE/OyWVP8spq5s/S220/day+1_10.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kheycee.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-year-older-080508.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIGR3o6eSp7ImA9WxdaFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8767963374192274296.post-1604334064111872185</id><published>2008-08-03T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:02:06.411-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-22T10:02:06.411-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wait" /><title>Waiting for God's best...</title><content type="html">Last Friday night, I and Tetle attended R.O.C.K (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;eaching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;thers for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;hrist's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;ingdom) night. Actually, it was our second time since last month when Janx invited us to come. ROCK Night is held every first Friday of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be back! Really! People were so nice and friendly just like before. Some of them remembered our faces and names. Really flattering. We also got to meet our newfound friends again. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lingaw masyado.&lt;/span&gt; The thing I really missed and anticipated for is the music jamming. Not only because it is led by Janx, our good friend, but also because we can relate to the songs. I'm a fan of Hillsong to be exact. Well, I love listening to contemporary Christian music. =) And Janx's way of singing is so sincere (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;though at first, I didn't expect him to sing that well; it's just too surprising for me to hear his voice having the initial impression of him being different than he really is&lt;/span&gt;) and his bandmates play like Hillsong does that you can't help singing along and feeling you're indeed personally singing to God. I like praising Him that way, you know, musically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing we're looking forward to is the topic to be discussed which was all about "Waiting for God's best". The moment I heard of it, I had a feeling that it has something to do with finding your partner in life. Hmmm.. And my thoughts really coincide with the discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guest speakers that evening were Pastor Bob and his wife. Her wife spoke first. She narrated her past experience with Pastor Bob when she was still his girlfriend and when they were already married. When she was still his girlfriend, she waited patiently for Pastor Bob to arrive in their meeting place though it may took her hours to wait. But when she was now his wife, she admitted her patience to wait really deteriorated. What's the difference? If you are still his girlfriend, then you cannot afford to rebuke him too much because if you complain much, then he might get irritated and annoyed, pushing him to leave you. But when you are already tied to him in marriage, you just didn't want your husband to let you wait for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then said that it's not our partners in life we are waiting for. You know who? It's God we wait for because He already has a plan for us even before we are born. We should not overtook God's plans for us because if we do, things might get out of hand and out of control that it may tend to hurt and pain us too much making our life miserable. Say for example, I still don't have a boyfriend until now. My friends already have their boyfriends and I'm the only one left in our barkada who doesn't have one so they keep on pressuring me to just accept one among the boys courting me. I am so NBSB (no boyfriend since birth)!! I'm already graduating and I had no experience at all. What a pity! If I give in to their advice to accept anyone just to have experience, then I am not doing the right thing. Most probably, I may end up getting dumped or hurt by that random guy I have picked, unable to move on with my life. But if I wait, no matter if it takes how many years, then surely, I'll be happy because the one I've chosen to love is the one I've waited God to give me. Thus, the best one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his wife, Pastor Bob discussed the meaning of the acronym W.A.I.T.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; - Know God's will for you. (That will is always for your best.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; - Anticipate for God's will. (Hope for that will to happen.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;- Intercede. (Unceasingly pray for it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; - Trust in Him completely. (Just believe in His promises.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other side dishes included in his talk are the two kinds of death people experience when they turn toward sin: physical death and spiritual death (means your soul will be burned in hell). With it comes admitting you are a sinner, remembering always that Jesus died for your sins, and believing in His promise that when you follow Him and see Him as the way, the truth, and the life, He will give you eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already quarter to 10 when he finished his discussion. We even didn't notice how fast time flew. It's just that we are so into listening to their enlightening and inspiring message. The night ended with another Christian music sessions led by Janx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Reflection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sure I am that God will give me the best? Hundred and one percent sure!  God is  all-knowing, all-loving, all-kind, and all-powerful. He knows what's best for us like our mom but more "best" than she does. He loves us too much that He even gave His son, Jesus, to be crucified on the cross to save us from sins. Thus, He will never give us someone we don't deserve, someone who will bring us pain and make us suffer. He is so kind that He really makes a way for us to meet the best person in due time. He has the power to do everything that'll be best for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that maybe God still hasn't given me "my best man" yet because He knows I'm still not ready. I still have to prepare myself emotionally and spiritually before I'll finally meet Him. And when we are both prepared, God will make a way to make our lives cross and we'll find each other. Isn't it perfect? hehe..really looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you out there who still don't have a boyfriend/girlfriend, don't be sad. The person you are waiting for God to give you will surely come. All it takes is patience and faith. Let us learn to W.A.I.T in God's grace and everything will turn out just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, amigos and amigas! 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Really great speech...Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UF8uR6Z6KLc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UF8uR6Z6KLc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;              Steve Jobs is really amazing! He's very smart! How I wish he can be our guest speaker in our graduation day. That will be truly great. But of course, impossible. I guess I’ll just have to settle with listening to him on youtube and imagining he is our great speaker on that day.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;            His speech was all about his life and the lessons and realizations he gained along the way. He talked about (1) connecting the dots; (2) love and loss; and (3) death. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Connecting the dots&lt;/span&gt; tells the graduates and us that we have to believe in whatever we are doing or will be doing because someday, we will find out ourselves that our past has something to do with our future. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love and loss&lt;/span&gt; teach us to cope with downfalls and failures; that we should take them in a positive way. Failures should never be treated as an enemy. When we read between the lines, failures are even one of our truest friends because it is not afraid to confront us with what is wrong with us or where we did wrong though telling it can really hurt. As the saying goes, "you lose some, you win some", we should always bear in mind that with every failure comes something good that might be even better than the thing you desired of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Death&lt;/span&gt; conveys taking all opportunities coming your way because life is unpredictable. We’ll never know when we’ll die. For us not to regret, we should do what we want to do or what we should do. No fears as long as we know we're on the right track. Life should be lived the way &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; wanted to live it and not by the way &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;others&lt;/span&gt; wanted us to live it. Our life is ours. We are the ones who have control over it and not other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            It relates to my life and everybody else’s life by the simple fact that we all have dreams, we sometimes fail and that we are entitled to die someday. Basically, all he has experienced are also the same with us though fashioned in a different way. That’s why we feel what he also feels but we just have different various ways of handling tensions, grasping chancs, and living life. He is now one of my inspirations. Human as he is, he has flaws but he learned from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          He views life as limited because we all have to die at the same time endless because it offers us unending opportunities and chances and it’s all upon us to grab them or not. Life, for him, has both ups and downs and with each level, a lesson is learned. And I definitely agree with him. Right now, in college, I am trying to find out what he said about courageously taking risks in search of the love of your life. From now on, I’ll try not to regret every decision I’ll be making. And someday, I’ll reach my dreams. That’s for sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8767963374192274296-4008708106182945620?l=kheycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have here two poems which I submitted to Banaag Diwa - Ateneo's somewhat yearly compilation of literary pieces. Please feel free to critique them..
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;WITHERED &lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:stockticker&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;AND&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:stockticker&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; LOST&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;In my mind&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;is where I will find&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Memories of you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;and me too&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Laughter and sadness&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love and madness&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here in my hypocampus&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t afford to lose&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We enjoy each other’s company&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Though we are surrounded by many&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We are ‘lovers’, they say&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I keep on denying, come what may&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;‘Coz he is like my best friend&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And that will never bend&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Until out of the blue&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You told me what is true&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;That you love me, you really do&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And asked me if I feel the same way too&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I answered, “Yes,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;but only as a friend”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You seemed hurt&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But it is what I have to blurt&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I added, “We can still be friends”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And you said, “Yes”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But it did not work in reality&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It twisted your honesty&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You seemed cold&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Someone I can’t even hold&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You made me feel ‘nothing’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Like our friendship was never ‘something’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You treated me like dirt,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;you’re trying to remove from your shirt&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I tried to talk to you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But you always say, “I’ve got many things to do”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Please stop your excuses&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am not clueless&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I understand why&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;That it makes me cry&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Was it my fault&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;it all came to a halt?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tell me, I’m begging you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you really despise me, if it’s true&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I’ll know where to stand&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;and if I can still hold your hand&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe I just can’t accept&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our friendship already reached its depth&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, I have to admit this is the cost&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;of our friendship that is withered and lost&lt;/p&gt;
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This morning, when I wrote number 4 on the enrolment trial form, I said to myself, "Wow! 4th year na jud ko! Heavy!". I just realized time went by so rapidly and I've come this far already. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ala lang. Nalingaw lang jud ko.&lt;/span&gt; Pero in fairness &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ha, &lt;/span&gt;an even greater challenge is ahead of us. I'm quite anxious yet optimistic that I'd be able to surpass the difficulties. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaya lagi ni. Tira tira! &lt;/span&gt;It only takes one year and after all has been done, I'd be able to wear my toga and make my parents proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAAG2X WITH PAUL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The division coordinator has not yet arrived after we finished filling up the white form for enrolment. So, to kill time, I accompanied Paul to Prudential Life to process his payment for the tuition fee. Unfortunately, the check will be given tomorrow and so, we just went to Jollibee to have lunch. Then, we strolled around the stores at San Pedro, one of the known places in Davao with the cheapest things people can buy with their pennies. Yes, they are cheap but most are of good quality. Though the place is packed with many people, I still like strolling there because I can purchase a lot of things. Really suits thrifty people! Hehe. We even tried some shades there. Then, we went to Mantex to buy some DVDs. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLOOD IN DAVAO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We went back to AdDU around 1 pm. We checked on our white forms. Yes, they had already been signed by the division coordinator. Then, I submitted mine to the admissions' office to get my scholarship contract before paying the fee. I got it around 2:30 pm. Right after, I photocopied the contract and send one copy to the assessment office. But I had to postpone the payment tomorrow because I don't have enough money. As I was about to go to Gaisano South to fetch my sister, the rain poured. I decided to stay a little longer since I didn't bring an umbrella. After 40 minutes, I realized the rain was pouring harder. I was stranded at school without any means of getting to my destination. So, I stayed at the food court, chatted with my friends, and texted my sis to wait for me at GS. It was already 4 pm when I left my friends and decided to go to GS - just in time with my sis having finished the movie she's watching with her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I went out of the building, I was stunned. Flood was all over AdDU-Claveria. Again, I texted my sis to wait a little bit longer since I can't get through with the current situation. I waited for the rain to stop a bit. Around 5 pm, it already poured gently. But the traffic was quite heavy. I didn't have any choice so I decided to just walk to Ponciano to ride a jeepney going to GS. It was at Marco Polo hotel when I realized the water was getting deeper. It was already knee-level. The rain poured hard again. I had second thoughts whether to continue walking or not. Since it's already late and I'm a bit worried with my younger sister, I folded my pants up to my knees and decided to go into the water. I was really disgusted with the floodwater. Many unidentified dirty objects were floating on it. For sure, they came from the tumbled trash cans along the street.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Still, I continued walking trying not to mind the "cleanliness" of the sea-like flood flowing all over the streets.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Gibaktas jud nako ai. &lt;/span&gt;I was totally wet. My shoes were filled up with water. Rainwater was dripping over my head. People finding shelter under the stalls were looking at me. I didn't mind them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na lang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me 10 minutes to wait for the jeep. I spotted a lady near me and asked her if I could share with her umbrella. We chatted and I learned we had the same destination. Finally, we found a jeepney. We rode together and I thanked her for her kindness. It took the jeepney 40 minutes to arrive at Ilustre. Then, I walked again towards McDonald's, in front of GS. I found my sis waiting for me with Papa. Again, we waited for a ride home. Yet, no vacant seats were found in every jeepney that passed. So, we decided to just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pakyaw&lt;/span&gt; a tricycle. Thanks God! We arrived safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that strange experience, I kept on wondering why that knee-level water flooded most of the streets in Davao. It was really weird! In fact, it was the first time Davao experienced that phenomenon. Davao used to be a flood-free city. But why was it severely flooded all of a sudden? Was it because of the climate change? Or the result of environmental abuses? The overflowing of Davao River? The decreasing number of trees? I really don't know. But I hope the local government and the people itself find a way to resolve this problem. It's disturbing, really! I hope it won't happen again. 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My blog has been dead for quite some time and now, I'm trying to restore its life back. I feel I need to give you some sort of an explanation. hehe. Well, I have been very busy with school specifically with my major subject. Unfortunately, I'm not done with it yet though summer classes had already started. Well, it's not just me but it's the entire class that has still impending unsettled issues with it. huhu. So sad. Anyway, I've accepted my fate and I just have to deal with it. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Now, to cope up with the times I've lost, here's an arbitrary of things I'd like to share with you, guyz and galz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tag from nanai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;According to the instructions, I have to write 8 things about myself that people might find interesting. So here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I really love playing basketball at the arcade. Though I'm petite (I think I was asleep when God showered His gifts of height to human beings..hehe), I'm able to play it superbly. Well, I'm quite proud of it. hehe. You should see me play once in a while. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) I love psychology. I'm taking Psych111 this summer. Before, I really wanted to take this course but my parents disapproved and I took ComSci instead which is really not my taste but I'm doing my best to like it. Now, I realized how intellectual and brilliant it is to study human mind and behaviors. I'm feeling regret honestly. Still, I can't change what's already been done. I'm planning to just take it after ComSci if time permits. Hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) I like taking the long way home. Most of the time, I commute through jeepneys and I want a long travel. My friends find it weird really because I can always get a ride just in front of the university and that will take me home in just a nick of time. But I prefer the long way because I feel a sense of solemnity and peace whenever I do it. It's hard to explain but I'm really comfortable with it. Weird, huh? Just figure it out. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) I love music. Super! I like any genre as long as the thought and rhythm is great. I especially prefer the styles of David Cook, Boys like girls, Chris Brown, Chris Tomlin, Paramore, Flyleaf, The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, and others. However, I don't know how to play any musical instrument. hehe. So pathetic. But I want to learn. Can someone teach me? Piano in particular. It's still not too late, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) I'm definitely not allergic to horror movies. I even love watching them. They're my favorites. I don't hide beneath blankets and get goose bumps all over my body while watching. I also don't have nightmares after viewing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) I want to be a good writer. I love writing. I am a writer in our university paper and I still want to train and improve my skill 'coz I really think I still have much to learn. The techniques and the likes. Would it sound corny if i say i want to write with my heart? hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) I'm a person who wants a career that gives meaning to my life. As of the moment, I can't find it in CS.  hope I'd be able to find it when I already have a job. and I really do hope I'd be able to study another field of science after I graduate. Something that I really like..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) I haven't got a boyfriend ever since. I'm really allergic to boys before but now, I'm starting to get over with the issues I have with them. But before, every time someone courts me, I always become a different person. sort of a monster most probably. No, just kidding! Maybe it's just thatI'm uncomfortable with those kind of scenarios. Now, maybe it changed. Not sure. Well, I just have to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm through. BTW, thanks nanai for the tag. I'll have to end it up here, guyz..I'm feeling sleepy already..Good night everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8767963374192274296-6997611491465814720?l=kheycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Amen!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XyvVN9q05MA/SCU0jFUB4ZI/AAAAAAAAACU/zsCUEQOyPR0/s1600-h/1709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XyvVN9q05MA/SCU0jFUB4ZI/AAAAAAAAACU/zsCUEQOyPR0/s200/1709.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198619122195358098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few minutes ago, my friend, Janx, sent me a link to a somewhat evangelical discourse by Louie Giglio during Chris Tomlin's "How Great is our God Tour". At first, I'm quite not drawn into it since I'm stuck in making our user manual for our SAD project plus the said video was divided into 15 parts which was obviously quite long. But then, he told me to  really watch it because it's nice and it won't take much of my time. Convincing as he is, I followed the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold, I found the most touching, and immense revelation of the truth about God. You know why? Because Mr. Giglio presented amazing scientific facts that really proved how great He really is.  He mentioned some stars found in our galaxy that are million or trillion times more enormous but many more million lightyears away from our beloved Earth. Imagine if that's how big they are and the Earth is just like a golf ball (as how Mr. Giglio compared it with), then how little we really are. Plus God knows every single thing about us, starting from how we are formed through the sexual love-making of our parents up to now, as we are existing and breathing here in this very state. He knows what we are thinking and feeling. What's more amazing was 'laminin'. Laminin? Sounds alien, right? But Mr. Giglio made me understand what it is. It is a cell adhesion protein molecule that holds all our cells and membranes together. "It's like a glue", he says. When I googled the word right after hearing it, searched for its images, I said "Wow! Amazing!" You know what I've seen? The laminin was shaped much the same way as the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Woah! Now, I'm a 101% believer that God really holds us. For sure, as long as I live, that image will forever stay in my mind. I continued watching and found out it's in the Bible at Colossians. There had been an unexplainable and incomparable enlightenment that had happened to me just few minutes ago. I was really so touched. It almost made me cry. I promised to myself I won't ever question God no matter how difficult life may get. We really are indeed miracles as what Mr. Giglio exclaimed. God is really great! Simply amazing! Highly powerful! Our king, Our majesty, isn' t he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for you to also feel what I've felt, click &lt;a href="http://nappykaye.multiply.com/video/item/3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see for yourself. God bless us all!&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/8767963374192274296-3611991447614543674?l=kheycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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What we do here is that we present the program output of the system analysis we made in a certain company. Our company is a hospital, the CHDCH (Community Health and Development Cooperative Hospital). The scope is quite big but we are able to comply with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; before the defense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;Our time schedule is 10:00 in the morning. So, we met around 8 am to wrap all things up. The day before the defense day, we conducted an error checking in the program plus we added more necessary functionalities to it. It took us until 11. I think it was near midnight already. Still, we haven't finished all the things we needed to edit. So, we assigned most of the job to Janx since he is the lead programmer. But unfortunately, Janx was not able to do all of them since he fell asleep. Well, that's no big deal. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabutabol man siya. &lt;/span&gt;So, two hours before the event, we still made changes in our program. Yes, we were cramming. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ge lang&lt;/span&gt;! We do best when we are pressured &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ika nga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;defense time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           We waited for 30 minutes for the panelists to arrive. We were informed they were still on a photo shoot for the graduation picture. While waiting, we prayed. We were all nervous. Janx ran the program again to make sure no problems will be encountered along the program demo. Finally, they arrived. I was really shaking that time. We haven't practiced well the presentation. It's 'on-the-spot'. I took a long deep breath and started talking. It all went fine, I guess. After a few minutes of talking, we presented a demo of our program. Janx 'demoed' it. Nicoy and I prepared to back him up. Then, the panelists kept on butting in their questions. We clarified them one by one. And when we triggered the report for the SOA, shocks! There was a bug. We missed it out during the checking. Janx said that it was already fixed. Maybe there's a problem with transferring the codes to Nicoy's laptop. Supposed to be, the program should have been demoed using Janx's laptop but there's a technical failure so we use Nicoy's. Waaaaa...we just explained why it happened to the panelists. Sir Ed, the chair, and Sir John and Sir Bikoy seemed fine with it but i'm sure it was really big deduction from our points. Then, they threw many questions. We were able to explain some well but with other questions, we were trapped unfortunately. Then, they said we should have added statistics reports in our system since we are handling the entire hospital as what our title said "Hospital Information System". I told them "Sir, but those things are out of our scope". But they rebutted it is needed if we want to give good and quality services to the hospital. Then, i realized the problem is with the title. We told them we are only concentrating on patient records. They then said, "so, you should have named it patient/patient record information system". More questions and contradictions and defenses and explanations followed. Blah. Blah. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the verdict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were asked to go out for a while for the panelists to have their caucus. Our friends, Tsang one of them, asked us how did it go. Then, we answered&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, "giprito mi, bai". &lt;/span&gt;But still, he kept on congratulating us. And I kept on saying, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ala pa gani, magdilang-anghel ka sana". &lt;/span&gt;Then, we were called. Sir Edwin started, "we decided not to really pass you, guyz, but instead give you a conditional acceptance". The moment I heard it, I felt like the whole world collapsed on my shoulder. Nicoy seemed like he's still in denial. Janx had a blank face. After the verdict, our adviser, Sir Oneil, met us. He ran down all the comments and necessary changes the panelists required us to do on our program. Janx kept drawing on a sheet of paper. Sir O noticed him and said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;si janx o murag dili na gusto maminaw". &lt;/span&gt;Janx said sorry. Sir O assured him that he understands what we are feeling. Nicoy kept saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"unfair man sir". &lt;/span&gt;I agreed. I knew we have met the scope and limitations for our program. I said there was just a misunderstanding. I asked Sir O to ask the panelists if we can just change the title and edit just the parts related to our scope. He said he'll try to convince them. I hope he can. On the other hand, we liked to meet the panelists once again to clear things up, to negotiate. Sir O had set a date but unfortunately, we were not able to meet them on the said date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my feelings toward it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really frustrated about it. After the defense, I went to the chapel and cried. I felt really down. We really worked hard on it especially Nicoy and Janx. We even started working on it earlier compared to others. I felt it was really unfair. It was unfair not because we are conditionally accepted but because we were asked to add those statistic reports and some financial processes that I think did not encompass the scope we had set for our program. I somehow blamed myself for what happened because I'm the one in-charge of the documentations and I decided on what title to give it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Murag ako nagbuot-buot sa title. Sakit jud ako heart ato ai!&lt;/span&gt; The day after that day, Janx and I chatted. He kept on saying his own opinions about what happened. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nagyawyaw jud siya. &lt;/span&gt;I also told him how i felt about it. I said that they don't deserve that verdict and i should take the blame. I added that I didn't exerted as much effort as they did. He told me that I shouldn't judge him like that because he never blamed me nor nicoy. It was all our fault. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kung baga daw, "&lt;/span&gt;it all takes two to tango". But i still can't help blaming myself. Stupid, noh? Call me stupid. You may never understand how i felt that time. He assured me that this was just God's test to see how far our faith in Him will take us and that I was just tempted by the devil. That's when I realized he's right. I shouldn't give up on this. I should never doubt God. That's what I'll do. Fight! Aja! We'll be able to do this by our team work and God's grace...Please pray for us na lng, guyz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8767963374192274296-4158367700132372388?l=kheycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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GMA. because of what she did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daw, &lt;/span&gt;corrupting the country's money, the poor became poorer while the rich became richer. yes, the government has its flaws. but we shouldn't blame the misery we are facing solely on them. even if Pres. GMA steps out of her position, will there be change? i really hope so. i still don't have a definite stand on this. so i leave this 'political' topic hanging. after few minutes, we finally arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--&gt;  on foot from the 1st to the 14th station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       while we were moving from one station to another, i observed there had been quite a number of beggars along the way. there were also many vendors selling various things like necklaces, toys, abaca knitted fans, cowboy hats, steel bracelets, and others. there were even those who tried to entice kids with toys and balloons. what shocking temptations they have been! but seeing those beggars, some are handicapped, really struck my heart. seeing their kids sitting beside them, hungrily eating their little, packed "baon" made me teary-eyed. we gave them pennies. for me, it should have been better if we gave them some food. i reflected. i was just so thankful i have a better life than them and because, i live more comfortably, i feel it's my responsibility to share what i have with them, even just a single penny. but i really hoped i could do more. maybe someday, when i have already settled my responsibilities to my family. i also hoped that those rich people out there will have a heart to reach out to them. they should share their wealth as Jesus had commanded.&lt;br /&gt;              hiking towards the last station had been really tiring. we really had a long walk. but i really thwarted from complaining. that little sacrifice was really not even half of the sacrifice Jesus has made for all of us. so i dare not grumble walking under the raging heat of the sun and meeting many people along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--&gt; arriving at the Shrine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 when we finished the Station of the Cross, we stayed at the Shrine's chapel. many people were praying there. i wondered what they are praying. i remembered what our philo teacher said. that religion is the opium of the society. so i asked are these people coming here just because they find that coming to God is their only chance to solve their problems. that He becomes their last resort when there's no escape out. i hope not. but the truth is most of us really sees Him as such. even i, myself, is not exempted. but that was before. after the retreat we have last year, i learned to always offer everything up to Him - happiness and sadness, achievements and failures, satisfaction and frustration, everything. in every step i take, i always include Him. He's no longer my last resort but my first priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a blessed Holy Week...Happy Easter, guyz and galz! God bless you and your family!&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/8767963374192274296-4230337043608463331?l=kheycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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