<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;DUUMQ3c5eip7ImA9WxBTE0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204571244314073161</id><updated>2009-12-09T08:08:02.922+08:00</updated><title>I am Gelai</title><subtitle type='html'>Simple thoughts....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>Gelai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603102749745809978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0cGQn88fip7ImA9WxBTEUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204571244314073161.post-6961638950893382499</id><published>2009-12-07T10:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T13:50:23.176+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-12-07T13:50:23.176+08:00</app:edited><title>Pilipinas T-shirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: #cfe2f3; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ey guys, maging in na sa fashion polo shirt with Philippine map. Only 450.00 pesos. (courier fee is not included).&amp;nbsp;Below are the various colors to choose from: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Sizes: (in inches) &amp;nbsp; Girls&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Baby Tee) &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
S - 23L x 16W&lt;br /&gt;
M - 23.5L x 16.5W&lt;br /&gt;
L - 24L x 17W&lt;br /&gt;
XL - 24L X 17.5W&lt;br /&gt;
2XL - 24.5L X 18W&lt;br /&gt;
3XL - 24.5L X 19W&lt;br /&gt;
4XL - 25L X 19.5W&lt;br /&gt;
5XL - 25L X 20.5W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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S - 27L x 20W&lt;br /&gt;
M - 28L x 20.5W&lt;br /&gt;
L - 29L x 21W&lt;br /&gt;
XL - 30L X 21.5W&lt;br /&gt;
2XL - 30.5 X 24W&lt;br /&gt;
3XL - 31L X 25.5W&lt;br /&gt;
4XL - 31L X 26.5W&lt;br /&gt;
5XL - 31L X 28W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204571244314073161-6961638950893382499?l=iamgelaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/feeds/6961638950893382499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204571244314073161&amp;postID=6961638950893382499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/6961638950893382499?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/6961638950893382499?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/2009/12/pilipinas-t-shirt.html' title='Pilipinas T-shirt'/><author><name>Gelai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603102749745809978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048369643910065776'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/SxxoiMAFO3I/AAAAAAAAAVM/Z5dOXY0co7k/s72-c/pilipinas+shirt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0IDQ306fip7ImA9WxNUF0k.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204571244314073161.post-8907235605634400144</id><published>2009-11-09T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T14:52:52.316+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-11-09T14:52:52.316+08:00</app:edited><title>Catanduanes Trip (Day 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: #b6d7a8; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;to na ang day 2 ng aming bakasyon umakyat kami ng bundok para maligo dun sa ilog na tinatawag nilang BA-HAW... grabe super lamig ng tubig dito perfect para sa init ng panahon... sabi ng mga Tito ko maganda pa daw sa pinaka itaas pa, kase meron talagang falls dun...mas malamig ang tubig, kaya lang di na kami tumuloy kase kasama namin yung lola ko baka mahirapan na siya umakyat kaya dito na lang&amp;nbsp; kami sa first stage...dito na rin kami nagluto, nangoryente ng sugpo at isda, meron pa ngang palaka...nyeeeee.&amp;nbsp; Tumikim ako ng konti na inihaw na palaka, in fairness masarap pala ang palaka lasang manok at hipon...&amp;nbsp; tapos nagluto kami ng langka na ginataan na meron sugpo....sheeettttt sarap ng kain namin&amp;nbsp; parang wala ng bukas hehe... tapos pagkakain lusong ulit sa tubig ... sabi ko nga sarap ng ganitong buhay walang iniisip na problema kahit panandalian lamang... &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Pero sayang 3 days lang kami balik na naman kami sa Maynila... back to reality... hahaha. Di bale sa May 2010 babakasyon ulit kami dun....sa Catanduanes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #b6d7a8; padding-left: 10px;" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;URNED OUT ang Gelai! kaya we decided to take a vacation, matagal tagal na rin kami di nakapag bakasyon (conflict kase ung sched ng aming rest day) wala pa rin silang pasok until now dulot ng bagyong Ondoy nabaha kase ung working area nila kaya sinamantala namin ang pagkakataon. We decided na umuwi ng Catanduanes (my mom province). Hay sarap...malayo stress, sa wakas makakalanghap na rin ng sariwang hangin, malayo sa ingay ng Manila, relaxation at higit sa lahat mag swimming ako ng bonggang bongga!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Catanduanes is less than an hour away from Manila (by plane). Konti lang naman ang diperensiya ng pamasahe 580 pesos by land, 16 hours ang byahe hayyyyz, pag iisipin mo pa lang kapagod na, pag by plane (985 +200 terminal fee). Kaya sabi ko magplane na lang kami  kami, para maiba lang hehehe. Ang jowa ko excited kase first time nyang makakasakay sa airplane hahaha (shhhh...secret lang natin yan) kaya 2am pa lang ng madaling araw gising na sya...*sshhhh ulit! Excited??? 6:30 pa ang flight namin ha... kaya yung mata ko halatang walang tulog muka na naman akong panda sa laki ng eyebags...hmp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Finally nakarating na rin kami ng Virac, Catanduanes around 7:30am via Cebu Pacific nagpasundo na lang kami sa Uncle ko kase di ko masyadong matandaan ung bahay ng lola ko matagal tagal na rin kase akong di nakauwi siguro 4 years ago na. Ang ganda ng kalangitan walang pagbabadya ulan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pagdating na pagdating ko dun punta agad ako sa tabing dagat....lumusong agad kami... para kami batang naglalaro at first time makakita ng dagat... sayang di ko nadala ung 2-piece ko, panalo sana! Joke.... nakumpiska sa airport masyado daw mahalay bwahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;To be continued... kwento ko naman ung day 2 ng vacation namin...bye happy weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204571244314073161-4175002258229804382?l=iamgelaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4175002258229804382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204571244314073161&amp;postID=4175002258229804382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/4175002258229804382?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/4175002258229804382?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/2009/11/catanduanes-trip.html' title='Catanduanes Trip (Day 1)'/><author><name>Gelai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603102749745809978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048369643910065776'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/SvKLqtrUe4I/AAAAAAAAAUY/_jEsI2VQgyc/s72-c/at+the+plane.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CE8FSXg8eCp7ImA9WxNXGUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204571244314073161.post-4295645538137732877</id><published>2009-10-08T15:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T17:06:58.670+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-10-08T17:06:58.670+08:00</app:edited><title>For Adults Only....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.pep.ph/images/player-viral.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="image=http%3A%2F%2Fugc.pep.ph%2Fpeparazzi%2Fmedia%2Fthumbs%2Fvideothumbs%2Fpeparazzi_4acd78d9e63861.jpg&amp;amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Fugc.pep.ph%2Fpeparazzi%2Fmedia%2Fpeparazzo%2Fpeparazzi_4acd78d9e6386.flv&amp;amp;plugins=viral-1d" width="450" height="310"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wholesome naman.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OBlgSz8sSM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OBlgSz8sSM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px;" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:smaller;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0pt none ; left: 300px; position: relative; top: -57px;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/marigelquidato/9790210082f6f0bc817fffdc4be62840.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204571244314073161-4295645538137732877?l=iamgelaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4295645538137732877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204571244314073161&amp;postID=4295645538137732877' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/4295645538137732877?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/4295645538137732877?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-adults-only.html' title='For Adults Only....'/><author><name>Gelai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603102749745809978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048369643910065776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CE4HQ3w9fip7ImA9WxNRF04.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204571244314073161.post-3475321498052809515</id><published>2009-09-12T11:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T13:22:12.266+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-09-12T13:22:12.266+08:00</app:edited><title>When Foreigner Attacks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"How many times i'll tell you....blah...blah...blah...." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yan na lang narinig ko sa isang foreigner na pinagagalitan ang cashier ng 7-11 kahapon ng magmeryenda kami ni Sui at Che. Tininingnan ko ung cashier parang maluha luha, naawa talaga ako. Sabay tingin ko sa foreigner na dakdak pa rin ng dakdak, na kung halos umapoy cya sa titig ko sa inis sa kanya....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Halerrrr! Mr. Foreigner nasa bansa ka kaya namin, kapal ng muka mo, tingin mo sa mga Filipino alipin? Wag mo sabihin na customer ka? Mabuti na lang di ako ang cashier ng 7-11 talagang sasagutin ko cya kahit iyon pa ang mitsa ng aking pagkatanggal ko sa trabaho, wag lang ako hahamakin ang aking pagkatao at pagka Filipino...tapos isang foreigner lang? Bitaw! At kung ito ang dahilan ng pagka nose bleed ko kaka english! Hmp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Naalala ko tuloy yung Canadian boyfriend ng bestfriend ko si Belen one time pumunta sya dito sa Manila para magkita sila for the 2nd time, pero ilang beses na sya pabalik balik dito as Tourist. Dumalaw sila sa bahay, dinala nya yung Canadian na yun... daming reklamo kesyo mainit, malayo daw yung bahay namin (Kaloocan), madumi daw ang Pilipinas...daming basura na nakakalat. Medyo natatawa pa ako sa mga sinasabi nya...pero nung nagtagal tagal... di na ako na tutuwa....since bisita asikaso pa rin namin siya kahit imbyerna na ako sa kanya... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kesyo tayong mga Filipina daw nag aasawa ng foreigner para umahon sa buhay....Laging kinu compare ang Pilipinas at Canada...na kesyo sa Canada walang wala ang Pilipinas when it comes to economy, technology, discipline,...at kung anu ano pa ang sinasabi na di na makain ng tao... at nasasaktan ako bilang Filipino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dinner time: Hinandaan siya ng Papa ko ng inihaw na isda, vegetable salad, etc. So kainan na itong papa ko since wala na maupuan tumayo na lang sya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Why you Filipinos you're eating with your bare hands, it's a no, no. in Canada?" sita nya sa Papa ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Because i used to eat using my bare hand since birth.... because i don't know how to use spoon and fork hahaha" papa said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sitahin daw ba ang papa ko? Eh bahay nya yun? Kaloka!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After dinner, nagpabili sya ng 10 bottles ng San Miguel, cyempre umiinom din ako...so nung parang tinamaan na ako sabi ko sa sarili ko mag comment pa sya ng di maganda talagang tatablahin ko siya. At di nga ako nagkamali.... ayan na naman, kinucompare na naman niya yung Canada sa Pilipinas... medyo malakas na ang loob ko ang natatandaan ko sinabi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Marcel, stop comparing Philippines from your country, we already know that your country is more developed than Philippines, high technology, but i don't think you're more disciplined. You are here in our country so please stop criticizing, over and over... I'll ask you Marcel, why you keep on going back here in the Philippines, if you don't like the smell, the weather, the people? Why? I don't think , you spend a thousand dollars to get here just to criticize, there's more reasons why your here, isn't it? (sabay tingin sa friend ko) Just enjoy and see the good things about our country like Sagada (nag eenjoy kase sya dun, lagi pumupunta) Stop na ok? or else, just stay in your beloved country. (Nose Bleed! hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nag-sorry ang lolo mo sa akin... oh di ba? Sino pa ba magtatanggol ng ating pagka Filipino kundi tayo rin. Wag natin pabayaan na mababa ang tingin nila sa atin, kase kung magpatuloy pa ito tayo rin ang kawawa... di na kelangan ng Jose Rizal, Ninoy Aquino, Mabini etc. para mapagtanggol ang ating bansang Pilipinas. Sa atin munting paraan Kaya rin Natin maging bayani...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-LEFT: 10px" align="left" width="400"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-LEFT: 10px" align="left" width="400"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-LEFT: 10px" align="left" width="400"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-LEFT: 10px" align="left" width="400"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-LEFT: 10px" align="left" width="400"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-LEFT: 10px" align="left" width="400"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-LEFT: 10px" align="left" width="400"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-LEFT: 10px" align="left" width="400"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-LEFT: 10px" align="left" width="400"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-LEFT: 10px" align="left" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:smaller;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0pt; BORDER-TOP: 0pt; LEFT: 300px; BORDER-LEFT: 0pt; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0pt; POSITION: relative; TOP: -57px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/marigelquidato/9790210082f6f0bc817fffdc4be62840.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204571244314073161-3475321498052809515?l=iamgelaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/feeds/3475321498052809515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204571244314073161&amp;postID=3475321498052809515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/3475321498052809515?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/3475321498052809515?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-foreigner-attacks.html' title='When Foreigner Attacks...'/><author><name>Gelai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603102749745809978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048369643910065776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DE8ARHczfip7ImA9WxNRFEs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204571244314073161.post-7000778736854798448</id><published>2009-09-09T11:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T11:27:25.986+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-09-09T11:27:25.986+08:00</app:edited><title>Noynoy Aquino For President</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Noynoy Aquino announces 2010 presidential bid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Noynoy Aquino announced his decision to run for President in 2010 today, August 9, at the historic Kalayaan Hall in Club Filipino, Greenhills, San Juan City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Former President Corazon Aquino was also sworn in to the country's top position in the same venue, after the ouster of former President Ferdinand Marcos after the People Power Revolution in 1986.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;Like mother, like son.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; Senator Benigno "Noynoy" Aquino III officially announced this morning, August 9, his decision to run for president in the 2010 elections.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; The presidential scion delivered his announcement at the historic Kalayaan Hall in Club Filipino, Greenhills, San Juan City, on the 40&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; day of the death of his mother, former President Corazon Aquino. Filipino tradition heralds the 40&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; day as the end of grieving period for relatives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; Like Cory Aquino, Noynoy also made the announcement as an answer to the overwhelming demand of the Filipino people for him to join the 2010 presidential race. If elected, Aquino will become the country's 15th President.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; "Tinatanggap ko ang hiling ng sambayanan. Tinatanggap ko ang habilin at tagubilin ng aking mga magulang... Bayang Pilipinas, tatakbo ako sa pangpanguluhan sa 2010," Aquino said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; Noynoy, who will be the Liberal Party's standard bearer, also asked the president of the political party, Senator Mar Roxas, to be his running mate. Roxas still has not made any reply whether he would accept the offer or not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;Present in the announcement were Liberal Party members Senators Manuel “Mar” Roxas II, Francis Pangilinan, former Sen. Franklin Drilon, Quezon Representative Lorenzo “Erin” Tañada III, former congressmen Florencio “Butch” Abad, and Nereus Acosta, singer-composer Jim Paredes, former Defense Secretary Avelino Cruz, and Leah Navarro of the Black and White Movement.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; Noynoy’s four sisters, Ballsy, Pinky, Viel and Kris, were also present.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; Roxas backed out of the presidential race last Sept. 1, saying he opted to make way for Noynoy Aquino. Roxas said the death of the former president triggered an outpouring of support for the young senator.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; After Roxas's call, Noynoy went onto a spiritual retreat in Zamboanga City to pray for "discernment and divine guidance."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; Filipinos continued to call for the younger Aquino's positive decision even while he was in the retreat, starting several signature drives around the country.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt; Several other presidential hopefuls, like Pampanga Governor Eddie Panlilio and Isabela Governor Grace Padaca, cancelled their 2010 presidential bids to support Noynoy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Source: PEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px;" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:smaller;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/marigelquidato/9790210082f6f0bc817fffdc4be62840.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; position: relative; left: 300px; top: -57px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204571244314073161-7000778736854798448?l=iamgelaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/feeds/7000778736854798448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204571244314073161&amp;postID=7000778736854798448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/7000778736854798448?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/7000778736854798448?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/2009/09/noynoy-aquino-for-president.html' title='Noynoy Aquino For President'/><author><name>Gelai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603102749745809978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048369643910065776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Ak8FQH4-eSp7ImA9WxNSFE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204571244314073161.post-8230308034169881400</id><published>2009-08-26T16:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T13:53:31.051+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-08-28T13:53:31.051+08:00</app:edited><title>My Farm Ville</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Busy with my Farm Ville lately.... can't attend my blog for almost a week na. Hayyyyz nakaka adik talaga pati sa panaginip naghaharvest pa rin ako, kaloka!...tapos lagi ko inaaalala baka matuyot yung pananim ko hahahaha tapos ung mga animals ko kelangan ng gatasan (normal pa ba ako? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/SpdwWVs1b0I/AAAAAAAAASw/Rwuao7iJRp0/s1600-h/myfarmville.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/SpdwWVs1b0I/AAAAAAAAASw/Rwuao7iJRp0/s400/myfarmville.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374888209374605122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mga dudes, repa...try nyo mag farmville nakakaadik... Gusto nyo ako maging neighbor? hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.Cge na Bye na!  Mag harvest pa ako...ahihihi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px;" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:smaller;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/marigelquidato/9790210082f6f0bc817fffdc4be62840.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; position: relative; left: 300px; top: -57px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204571244314073161-8230308034169881400?l=iamgelaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/feeds/8230308034169881400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204571244314073161&amp;postID=8230308034169881400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/8230308034169881400?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/8230308034169881400?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/2009/08/farmville.html' title='My Farm Ville'/><author><name>Gelai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603102749745809978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048369643910065776'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/SpdwWVs1b0I/AAAAAAAAASw/Rwuao7iJRp0/s72-c/myfarmville.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUcASHk-cSp7ImA9WxNTEE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204571244314073161.post-5503302295128668237</id><published>2009-08-11T17:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T08:30:49.759+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-08-12T08:30:49.759+08:00</app:edited><title>Asal Puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Isa ako sa milyong milyong Filipino nanggagalaiti sa inis kay Wille "Puppy" Revillame &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxhnMQZEAgs"&gt;(click here )&lt;/a&gt;...sa ginawa nyang kabastusan on national TV last August 3 na pinapaalis ang live coverage ng cortege ng namayapang Pres. Cory Aquino. Isang hambog, walang galang at makikita mo ang walang modo na tao. Tama lang na PUPPY ang nickname nya, asal hayop! Hayyyyyz (high blood?). Ayaw ko na magsalita ng anu-ano, and i read the poem of Joey de Leon in his article in Philippine Star : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Funeral Cortege of Former President Cory Aquino: My tears came naturally" &lt;/span&gt;and what Joey reiterate in his poem, he said it all, same thing what i want to express. And it goes something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala na sa piling ng mga Pilipino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tinig ng awiting Mga Kababayan Ko,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At lumisan na rin noong isang Sabado,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inang nagpalipad sa awiting Bayan Ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ako'y sumasaludo, paalam Pangulo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;May isa 'kong lihim, kay tagal itinago,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sa lahat nang inabot kong mga namuno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tanging ikaw lang sa luha ko'y nagpatulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Marami ang nalungkot sa iyong pagyao,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Magalang ang lahat at puno ng respeto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nagpasalamat pa nga Kapamilya sa 'yo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dahil kanilang himpilan naibalik mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Subalit ano itong nabalitaan ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nangyari noong Lunes, a-tres ng Agosto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Habang inililipat ang mga labi mo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ika'y parang nabastos sa isang TV show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At ang napakasaklap at masakit dito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ang nambastos pa'y kapamilya ng anak mo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napanood ito ng tao at publiko,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kakaunti na nga, ngunit lahat nahilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sabi ng TV host na mainit ang ulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pagkakita sa video na kanyang kasalo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sandali, meron akong ano... sa'ting ano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hindi naman sa ano," nagkaanu-ano!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ayon sa Internet, meron pa s'yang nasambit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Sana pakitanggal muna 'yan sa'ting traffic...&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At 'di maaalis sa iyong pag-iisip,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ang parada ng patay ang pinaliligpit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At dagdag pa daw ng naghahari-harian,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I don't think na dapat n'yong ipakita iyan...&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nasaan naman ang paggalang, o nasaan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mga sinasabi natin minsa'y pag-ingatan.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 'di pa nangimi nang sumunod na araw,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinilit pa ring ginawa n'ya ay tama raw,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mga nakarinig 'di na nakagalaw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ayon sa iba sila na la'y napa-wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"... Pero ako, totoo 'ko eh ... ", sabi kuno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Totoo nga at totoo ring walang modo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pwede namang sabihin itong pa-sikreto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kaya't wala na rin mga paliwanag mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Kung ganyan, pakita na lang 'yan!", ang hamon pa,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para bang ang prusisyon nila-"lang - lang" lang ba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ang pangasiwaan ay pinapili pa n'ya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sumunod ang himpilan, nung August 5 wala s'ya.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May mga komentong pwede nang pang-harapan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"On camera" baga sa TV ang tawag d'yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At kung sensitibo man ang gustong bitawan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pagpasok ng commercial, hintayin mo na lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Matutong magbaba muna ng mikropono&lt;br /&gt;At saka idikta lahat ng iyong gusto,&lt;br /&gt;Lagi kang mataas lahat daw takot sa 'yo,&lt;br /&gt;Ratings lang ang mababa — totoo ba ito?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The breaking news breaks your heart — at 'yan ang bawi mo,&lt;br /&gt;Nang mahalata mong sumablay ang pasok mo,&lt;br /&gt;Pero sigurado ika'y maa-abswelto,&lt;br /&gt;'Di ba ikaw rin ang may-ari ng network n'yo?&lt;br /&gt;Nung Hueves nag-apologize sa diario naman,&lt;br /&gt;O, akala ko ba wala kang kasalanan,&lt;br /&gt;Tapos ng angalan, sunod paliwanagan —&lt;br /&gt;COMPLAIN before you EXPLAIN ka na naman!&lt;br /&gt;O ito kaya ay isa na namang "glitch" lang,&lt;br /&gt;Tulad ng "two-zero" 'di na natin nalaman,&lt;br /&gt;O ito ay maliwanag na kabobohan?&lt;br /&gt;Sa tingin ng marami, mahirap lusutan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ang sabi ng iba — istupidong mayabang,&lt;br /&gt;At giit ng iba — istupidong mayaman,&lt;br /&gt;Mayaman man o mayabang ang tiyak diyan,&lt;br /&gt;Napakayaman n'ya sa kaistupiduhan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Buti pa ang apat na honor guards ni Cory —&lt;br /&gt;Sina Malab, Laguindan, Rodriguez, Cadiente,&lt;br /&gt;Walong oras tumayo sa ulan at viaje,&lt;br /&gt;Ang lahat ay tiniis at walang sinabi.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Samantalang ikaw na may bubong sa ulo,&lt;br /&gt;Komportable ka lang sa malamig na studio,&lt;br /&gt;Nang kapirasong libing sa TV sumalo,&lt;br /&gt;Angal at inis ang sumambulat sa iyo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maaari din namang pabayaan na s'ya,&lt;br /&gt;Subalit ang nangyari'y mabigat talaga,&lt;br /&gt;Namayapang pangulo'y huling paalam na,&lt;br /&gt;'Di mo pa pinagbigyan ... hoy, nag-iisa ka!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At nais ko lang sabihin at ipagyabang&lt;br /&gt;Sa mahigit na s'yam na libong tanghalian,&lt;br /&gt;Sa limang pangulong sa Bulaga'y dumaan,&lt;br /&gt;Kahit isa wala kaming nilapastangan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By : joey de leon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px;" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:smaller;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/marigelquidato/9790210082f6f0bc817fffdc4be62840.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; position: relative; left: 300px; top: -57px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204571244314073161-5503302295128668237?l=iamgelaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/feeds/5503302295128668237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204571244314073161&amp;postID=5503302295128668237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/5503302295128668237?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/5503302295128668237?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/2009/08/willie-revillame.html' title='Asal Puppy'/><author><name>Gelai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603102749745809978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048369643910065776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUYMSXg7cSp7ImA9WxJaF0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204571244314073161.post-8795241796337171090</id><published>2009-08-07T08:40:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T15:39:48.609+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-08-08T15:39:48.609+08:00</app:edited><title>Yellow Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/Snv32JG7X7I/AAAAAAAAASg/XpQFfLspjlg/s1600-h/cory_yellowribbon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/Snv32JG7X7I/AAAAAAAAASg/XpQFfLspjlg/s320/cory_yellowribbon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367155890472050610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Bagets pa ako nung nagkaron ng  EDSA Revolution People Power kaya di ko pa feel ano ba ibig sabihin ng mga taong na anduon sa kalsada at naka kulay "Yellow", baket me mga madre, pare at sundalo? Wala pa akong muang kung ano ba ang pinaglalaban nila....basta ang alam ko maraming pagkain pag uuwi ng Papa ko galing sa rally.Wag ka, isang Marcos loyalist ang papa ko,  baket andun sya sa rally ni Tita Cory?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Balimbing???? hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;At naalala ko nung Presidente pa si Cory,  na nagkaron ng Daylight Saving Time (DST), advance ng 1 hour. For example ang  ang ang pasok ko nun sa school 6am ng umaga since DST actual time 5am pa lang. Ang hirap gumising....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Laging black-out. kaya pag gising ko sa umaga ang itim ng butas ng ilong ko (gasera pa kase gamit namin), hahaha kaloka!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mga kudeta... na nagtago daw si President Cory sa ilalim ng kama sabi ng kolumnistang si Louie Beltran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ang ang walang kamatayang Laban Sign....nakakalungkot lang ngayun ang meaning na ng Laban sign eh "You're such a loser" hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Pag nakakakita ako ng color YELLOW....ang unang pumapasok sa isip ko si President Cory at pag Color RED ay si Marcos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Kabisado ko ang mga kanta ng "Magkaisa" "Bayan Ko" at "Handog ng Pilipino sa Mundo" kahit di ko pa alam ang significance at meaning ng kinakanta ko.... basta makakakanta lang ang Gelai... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ngayun ko lang naintindihan na kaya kami nakakapamasyal sa Luneta  na hindi nagmamadali  kahit gabihin kami sa kalsada di kami mababagansya .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;...hayyyyzzzz sarap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; dahil sa isang taong nagbigay sa atin ng karapatan na mamuhay ng may kalayaan&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Naipapahayag na ang ating saloobin bilang Pilipino at di na napagkakaitan kalayaan mabuhay ng mapayapa.  Pero sana wag natin itong abusuhin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Aaaminin ko, ngayun ko lang nalaman at naintindihan ang kahalagahan at diwa ng EDSA Revolution di lamang pala basta YELLOW na kulay,..where yellow is a symbol of oneness, unity and hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; At ang mga awitin na ginamit nung EDSA REVOLUTION pag naririnig ko ngayon meron akong goosebumps na nararamdaman iba ang feeling...nakalikha ng makabuluhang awitin para sa ating inang bayan na uhaw sa kalayaan. Mas nakakanta ko na sya ng me kabuluhan at ang mensahe na ipinapahatid sa ating mga Pilipino (kahit sintunado). Dahil ito sa isang taong kilala ko lang bilang naging Presidente ng Pilipinas at nanay  ng artistang si Kris Aquino, masasabi ko na ngayon malalim na pagkilala sa kanya...na siya ang dahilan kung bakit tayo meron tinatamasang demokrasya at malaya na sa kamay ng diktador. Isang simpleng babae na walang inisip kundi ang kapakanan ng nakakarami. At naging mas proud ako ngayon na ako'y isang Filipino, at meron pa palang  taong nagmamalasakit sa bayan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. Di man natin mapantayan ang kanyang kabayanihan na nagawa...sana lang lang wag natin pabayaan na mawala ito sa atin ulit....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nawala na ang taong nagbigay sa atin ng demokrasya...Paalam Ma'am President Corazon Cojuangco-Aquino MARAMING SALAMAT po sa kalayaan na tinatamasa namin ngayon.  President Cory...  A truly life Well lived! Job Well done Ma'am! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"I would rather &lt;b&gt;die&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;a&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;meaningful&lt;/b&gt; death &lt;b&gt;than&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;to&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;live&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;a&lt;/b&gt; meaningless &lt;b&gt;life&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-     President Cory Aquino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px;" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:smaller;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/marigelquidato/9790210082f6f0bc817fffdc4be62840.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; position: relative; left: 300px; top: -57px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204571244314073161-8795241796337171090?l=iamgelaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/feeds/8795241796337171090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204571244314073161&amp;postID=8795241796337171090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/8795241796337171090?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/8795241796337171090?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/2009/08/yellow-memories.html' title='Yellow Memories'/><author><name>Gelai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603102749745809978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048369643910065776'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/Snv32JG7X7I/AAAAAAAAASg/XpQFfLspjlg/s72-c/cory_yellowribbon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0AGR3w9eCp7ImA9WxJbF04.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204571244314073161.post-8133254609686766477</id><published>2009-07-22T14:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T08:08:46.260+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-07-28T08:08:46.260+08:00</app:edited><title>I am Blessed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even we don't have any blood relationship Tiya Alice (my hubby's aunt) naging malapit kami sa isa't isa she's been kind and generous to me. She's like my mom. Actually she's always like a mom to everyone. Whenever we visit her in Pampanga she's sobrang maasikaso from food, tsinelas, towel, shampoo na gagamitin at ang walang kamatayang at walang patid na kwentuhan with matching BORACAY drink (tanduay, with kape, gatas) from her college days, lovelife we talk anything and everything under the sun kahit paulit ulit intindihin ko na lang kase medyo me edad na kase  ahihihi. And then pag aalis na kami me bibigay syang  anik anik sa akin tulad ng bags, chocolates, shoes, lotion etc. Material things anything na pede nya i share, ibibigay nya sa akin.  A person who is full of love on her heart. She's a single mother with Archie. Siguro sabik lang sya sa anak na babae, kase barako ang nakapalibot sa kanya, kaya naaaliw sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last October 2008 the doctor diagnosed her that she is "sick" and critical condition but she just kept to herself and pretend to her family that she is okay, sabi nya and it's just a simple kulani lang daw yung maga sa ilalim ng tenga nya. After sometime in April her face bloated,  left part of her body paralyzed, and she can't even talk she just write down what she want to tell or sign language, she can't eat solid food (milk lang ang food nya at hirap pa sya sa liquid kase affected na rin yung kanyang throat) We were in shocked when she confirmed she has cancer and she has only 6 months left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And her cancer  is like a whirlwind flowing and running to her system. Everyday she's getting so weak,  literally "unti-unti siyang pinapatay". And the time she's in pain, ano ano na mga hinihiling nya... ang di ko makalimutan sa mga hinihiling  nya, she always simply ask for COKE, as i've said she can't talk anymore, kaya pag gusto nya ng COKE parang me charade...4 letter words? 2 syllables? pagkain ba ito? malamig ?  hehehe (joke lang tiya) . Pero nung nagkaron na ng commercial na "mag smile, mag coke" nila Kim Chui naging madali na lang wala ng charade hahaha. Isang senyas na lang sa kamay na Letter C, alam na yun ang gusto nya. Hayyyyyz, parang ginawa yung commercial na yun para sa kanya....kahit bawal binibigay na lang ang kanya. We visit her once a week, at dala namin pasalubong sa kanya ay nagyeyelong coke ,      (kunsintidor!) nakikita ko sa mata nya sobrang saya nya. Napakasimple tao! tapos senyas sya sa akin na tumabi ako sa kanya and lend her right hand to me and ask for a massage (siguro naapektuhan na rin kase daw parang unti unti na rin namamanhid)...and as i reflex her i know kahit konti na ease ko yung pain nya and she gives smile at me... ohhhhh... sa loob loob ko lang  "Tiya kung nakakagaling lang yung haplos ko sana gumaling ka na." Ang hirap talaga ng kalagayan nya di mo mapipigilan na di umiyak ang dating magandang mukha di na namin makilala, pero ni minsan di namin sya nakikitang pinaghihinaan ng loob...parang walang sakit na nararamdaman siguro ready na rin sya mamatay she's at peace and she already surrender her life to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And that time when i reflexing her hand, I realized  how lucky i am. Super blessed! walang sakit akong na katulad nya... biruin mo it could happen to me but i'm fortunate na healthy ako.  Sana tulad din ako ni Tiya na sa simpleng COKE lang magiging masaya na ako... i'm always complaining blah! blah! blah!, me time bothered ako, nagwowory ako sa buhay,  but it changed me a lot with this experienced and met this wonderful person, and she share her life to make me realized that I'M SO BLESSED... and Life is so short make it simple and  always be a blessing to anyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;(Iba sana entry ang blog ko ngayon, ewan ko kung baket ito ang naisulat ko, and indeed, it's exactly a month after she passed away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="padding-left: 10px;font-family:trebuchet ms;" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:smaller;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/marigelquidato/9790210082f6f0bc817fffdc4be62840.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; position: relative; left: 300px; top: -57px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204571244314073161-8133254609686766477?l=iamgelaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/feeds/8133254609686766477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204571244314073161&amp;postID=8133254609686766477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/8133254609686766477?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/8133254609686766477?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/2009/07/share-your-blessings.html' title='I am Blessed!'/><author><name>Gelai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603102749745809978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048369643910065776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEEDRXw4cCp7ImA9WxJaF0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204571244314073161.post-4396337134288261519</id><published>2009-07-11T11:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:24:34.238+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-08-08T14:24:34.238+08:00</app:edited><title>Happy Birthday Bro. Bo! at Driver na me Sapi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When i wake up this morning, unang pumasok sa utak ko "God loves me, God is with me, i'm beautiful, i'm great, i'm a good person, i'm blessed, I can do all things through Christ". Yes! para akong baliw kanina, pero iba talaga ang epekto sa aking pagkatao, ang sarap ng feeling. Epekto ata ito nung preach nya kahapon na sobrang naantig ang puso ko di ko namalayan na tumutulo na pala ang luha ko. Every single day here in the office before anything else, petiks muna ako (shhhhh! wag nyo ako sumbong sa bossing ha? hehe) one of my petiks, is to watch &lt;a href="http://preacherinbluejeans.com/"&gt; http://preacherinbluejeans.com&lt;/a&gt; . Whenever he talks/preach it touches me, he touches my soul, he inspires me, energize me, positive thinking,  he reminds always there's more reason to smile,  and top of all he leads me more closer to God.   For what i am now Bro. Bo Sanchez is a big part of my spiritual life, he is an inspiration, indeed! Happy birthday Bro Bo. Thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this morning my temperament and patience test:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually,  Saturday is a NO WORK, but Tanjo ask me and Sui  to attend E-PATROL for technical support and verification (for those who don't know E-PATROL, di ko rin alam, ahihi). So 5:30 am gising na ako, as i've said earlier ang ganda ng gising ko. Masyado pa maaga since wala naman traffic kako maglalaba muna ako konti lang naman, at si Sui nag text ng 6am in 45 minutes daw nasa office na siya.... waahhhhhh! di pa ako nakakaligo! Pero tapos na ako nun mag laba, imaginin mo 30 minutes lang tapos na labahin ko? hmmmmm! naisip ko nga rin kung malinis ang mga nilabhan ko? Nangarag kase ako sa text ni Sui, kaya minadali ko. Sinabi ko nalang sa jowa ko siya na lang ang magsampay, pumayag naman siya...so kumain muna ako breakfast then sabay alis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung sumakay na ako sa jeep, nakita ko yung wallet ko wala akong barya P6.75 lang then P500 na buo. Ang minimum ngayun is 7.00 pesos di ba? Kulang ng.025 centavos. aligaga ang Gelai, alangan bumaba pa ako noh. So di binayad ko ka nalang ang 6.75, kesa di ako magbayad ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gelai: Kuya bayad ho Benpress lang, pasencya na po kulang ng 0.25 centavos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: (Mukang  nasa 35 ang edad. Habang nagmamaneho, nagtetext ang mokong) San to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gelai: Benpress lang po, kulang po yan ng P0.25 pasencya na po...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Ano to estuyante? (na para bang nang aasar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gelai: Hindi po, kulang lang po ng bentisingko. ( ano ba itong si manong paulit ulit parang sirang plaka)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Dapat sinabi mo na kulang para di na kita sinita, mapapahiya ka lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gelai: Sinabi ko po kanina pag bayad ko na kulang ng .25, di nyo lang narinig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: (Dumadakdak ng bongga, di ko naman maintindihan at talagang apektado sya sa kulang ang bayad ko ng bentesingko sentimos. Parang me sapi! Tag hapit talaga!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gelai: (naiinis ako kase tingin ng tingin sa akin sa rear mirror ng jeep parang kakainin ako ng buhay makatitig) "Eto ko 500 pesos suklian nyo na lang ako dun sa kulang ko para matigil lang kayo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Eto rin buo din ang pera ko, palit tayo! ( pinakita nya rin yung 500 nya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinalma ko na yung sarili ko di ko na pinatulan, iniisip ko rin baka pag pinatulan ko mainis sa akin at pag bababa na ako bigla ako ihulog. Katakot! Anyway di ko rin naman maintindihan ang mga pinagsasabi nya. In a way nakokoncyencya din ako,  i admit ako ang me pagkukulang (literally...kase kulang ng bentesingko) pero humingi na ako ng pasencya sa kanya, alangan naman bumaba pa ako sa kalagitnaan ng byahe sa halagang 25 sentimos? Sa inis ko, sabi ko sa sarili ko "mabangga ka sana"..... nyeeeee! hindi erase! erase! erase di ko dapat iniisip yun... una pag nabangga sya andun din ako sa jeep, pangalawa me mga pasahero din madadamay... kinalma ko pa rin ang sarili! Hinga ng malalim.... Inhale.... exhale.... kinakausap ko yung sarili ko "chill ka lang gelai" inaaliw ko talaga ang sarili ko hanggat mawala yung inis ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasahero: "Para"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: (Hindi pa rin sya humihinto )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasahero:(nagalit na ang pasahero kase malayo na ang binabaan nya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Di mo ba nakikita dito ang tamang loading at unloading.... etc...etc. etc... (dakdak ever, parang sinapian na naman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko na lang sa sarili ko ganito talaga ang ugali ng taong ito? Naisip ko na lang na siguro di sya masaya sa trabaho nya , kase masyado siyang iritable, yung simple pinapakumplikado nya...mabuti na lang malapit na ako bumaba... di ko na makikita ang maangas na mukha ng mamang driver na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gelai: (Benpress na, me konting takot baka sapian na naman bigla ako ihulog) "Para ho"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti na lang nakababa ako ng matiwasay.... natest ko yung temperament&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;at&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;patience ko sa mamang driver na tag hapit na me sapi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px;" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:smaller;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/marigelquidato/9790210082f6f0bc817fffdc4be62840.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; position: relative; left: 300px; top: -57px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204571244314073161-4396337134288261519?l=iamgelaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4396337134288261519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204571244314073161&amp;postID=4396337134288261519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/4396337134288261519?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/4396337134288261519?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-bro-bo.html' title='Happy Birthday Bro. Bo! at Driver na me Sapi'/><author><name>Gelai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603102749745809978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048369643910065776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D08AQX09eSp7ImA9WxJaF0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204571244314073161.post-3907880695985248459</id><published>2009-07-09T11:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T15:17:20.361+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-08-08T15:17:20.361+08:00</app:edited><title>Echoserong Fats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fats, Fats, Fats... bili kau? Hehehe Dami ako nyan... I have been gaining so much weight recently. Para gusto ng fats permanente sa katawan ko ang tagal at ang hirap magpapayat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabasa ko sa isang article "when you are getting older, your metabolism becomes slower, and that’s a sad fact. Metabolism is not very favorable to the middle-aged people. Metabolism has no respect for the fats accumulated in an aging woman’s body, and this may cause her depression then eventually lead to self-pity. OA ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di naman ako nadedepressed (wehhh?) e ano kung sabihan nila ako ng majuba ako, totoo naman, hmp!  ang ikinalulungkot ko lang di ko na nasusuot ang gusto ko suotin, naiinsecure lang ako pag me nakikita ako girlalush na walang puson... mga sexy. At madali ako hingalin, konting lakad lang  para ng mauutas ung hininga ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dami na pumupuna sa akin... "ang taba mo na", "Hiyang ka noh?" "Bawas Bawasan mo kumain ng kanin"" Magpapayat ka". Minsan parang di ko matanggap, kaya ang sinasabi ko lang "Di ako mataba, masikip lang ang damit ko hehe". Kung nakakamatay lang yung mga puna nila ...tigok na aketch ngayun! ahuhuhu At eto pa ang  echosera frog  kong pinsan kulang na lang ipamukha sa akin ang aking katabaan, di ko alam kung matutuwa ako...sabi ba naman "Ang taba mo na,  wala ng korte ang katawan mo"  Oucchhh! ! (ate minsan magpakaplastik ka naman sa akin)... wait me karugtong pa pala "Buti na lang maganda ang mukha mo..."  Hmmmm echos ka! bumawi ka pa nasaktan na ako, hmp... Sabi nga nila Beauty is in the eye of the tiger este beholder pala ... at Beauty is relative ...relative ko yun eh  bwahahaha.  Saka maganda talaga ako depende sa katabi... ahihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dati  kahit isang kaldero kanin ang kainin ko di ako tumataba, ngayun makaamoy lang ako ng pagkain feeling ko 1 kilo na ang dagdag sa aking timbang...kaloka! Dati pag meron picture picture gusto ko kasali ako umeepal ako lagi...ngayun ayaw ko na kase hiya ako kase tinatago ang taba (Mag lesofat!). At eto pa ang matindi dati tawag nila sa akin Pops, ngayun si Fats Pernandez na ako  bwahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya nag decide na ako magpapayat, ang drama ko ngayun, ang pilates ball (exercise kuno!) kahit masuka suka na ako kakapilates go! go! go!,  after 6 , slimming tea at no chocolates (that's the saddest part). Tapos yung baon ko, yung jowa ko na ang nagprepare, mabibilang na lang ung butil ng kanin sa konti... kase pag ako ang nagprepare tipong pati pang dinner kasama na hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagpapayat ako di dahil sa mga sinasabi ng taong nakapaligid sa akin, nagpapayat ako dahil gusto ko at cyempre healthwise at cyempre feeling good na rin. Payat man o mataba, one’s body may change. But I guess, mentality and attitude ko muna ang papalitan ko para ma-achieve ko ang goal ko. I should stop dweeing on the past and on my fats. I should fight to be fit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wait lang kayo mga friendship, papayat ako ulit. Wait lang kayo, I declare war against fats. Now na!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px; font-family: trebuchet ms;" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:smaller;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/marigelquidato/9790210082f6f0bc817fffdc4be62840.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; position: relative; left: 300px; top: -57px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204571244314073161-3907880695985248459?l=iamgelaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/feeds/3907880695985248459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204571244314073161&amp;postID=3907880695985248459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/3907880695985248459?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/3907880695985248459?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/2009/07/fats.html' title='Echoserong Fats'/><author><name>Gelai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603102749745809978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048369643910065776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEAGSX0-fyp7ImA9WxJaF0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204571244314073161.post-4668565585072174397</id><published>2009-06-26T14:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:25:28.357+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-08-08T14:25:28.357+08:00</app:edited><title>Pilates Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last thursdays pumunta kami sa Megamall ni Mama che para magliwaliw at the same time hintay namin si Sui. Habang naglilibot kami me nakita kaming Promo ng  Pilates Ball on sale sya at P299.95, sabi ko kay mama Che bili kami kase mura lang naman, para yun na lang ang gagamitin namin pang exercise at ng lumiit liit na aming puson, hehehe kaso nung nakita namin ung poster maavail mo lang ang 299.95 kung meron kang P500.00 receipt worth of purchase sa SM Department Store mismo at SM Advantage Card, if none of these you can't avail the pilates ball. Bigla kaming nalungkot, meron kaming Advantage card wala naman kaming receipt, sabi ko saka nalang tayo bumili tutal matagal pa naman up to July 31, 2009 kase wala naman kaming bibilhin sa SM department store. We need worth P1,000 receipt para maka avail kami ng 2 pilates balls. One for me and one for mama che...hayyyyyyzzzz. Kaso parang di kami mapakali sa kagustuhan na naming lumiit ang aming puson. Gumawa kami ng paraan na di namin makakalimutan....at naniniwala na ako sa kasabihang. "kung ayaw may dahilan, kung gusto maraming meron paraan" Rico Blanco ako ba ito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bunga ng aming malikot na isip at katalinuhan ni Mama Che at syempre tawag na rin ng pangangailangan, alam mo kung anong ginawa namin ni sa hinagap at di ko maimagine na magagawa namin yun.... alam mo kung ano ginawa namin? Mukha kaming kawawa na naghihingi ng resibo sa bawat nakikita namin na namimili...para kaming mga stalker na sinusundan at tinatantya kung madali kausap. May babae na ang dadamot ayaw ibigay ang resibo, may lolo na parang galit sa mundo (afraid!), sa mga lalaki na medyo gwaping di namin nilalapitan kase nakakahiya hehehe,  ang target namin ni Che ung mga mukang mabaet at madaling i approach...una namin nahingian ang tatay na namili ng toys P449+ ang nahingi namin na receipt (parang ayaw pa nga ibigay kase baka di daw sya makalabas ng ng Megamall, kase baka daw sitahin daw sya). Adik ka ba manong? hehehe pero in fairness meron syang katwiran, pero naman Manong ano ka nasa Lianas? hahaha  inspect pa yung receipt mo baka ka lumabas tapos tatakan pa di naman check kung ano ung nasa resibo, pinapagod mo lang sarili nyo.... it doesn't make any sense,  di ba? To make the long story short nakabuo na kami  (sa wakas!) ng P1,000.00 (accumulated receipts). Pede na kami maka avail ng Pilates ball! Yeheyyyyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At the counter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gelai: Miss mag aavail kami ng pilates ball. Dalawa! (with matching taas noo). Sabay abot ng resibo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cashier: (Check yung mga resibo).  Ay miss kelangan nagamit ung SM advantage card para dito sa mga napamili nyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gelai: Ay! Ganun po ba? (di na ako umangal kase alam ko naman na pinaghihingi lang namin ang mga resibo at wala naman ni isa dun sa resibo na naswipe yung advantage card ko)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Umalis kami ng counter ni tawa ng tawa kase ang hirap ng pinagdaanan namin tapos di lang pala pede yung ginawa namin. Hmp! Pero di pa rin kami nawalan ng pag asa. Nag try parin kami sabi ko sa another counter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gelai: Miss, mag avail kami ng pilates ball (abot ko na naman ung resibo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cashier: Natanong nyo na ba sa nag aattend ng na kung pede accumulated receipts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Balik na naman dun sa salesboy kung pede yung accumulated receipts? Pede daw, kaya balik na naman ako sa counter). Shet ha...ang pagod ko nun ha? At che asan ka pala nung pabalik balik ako? di kita napansin? hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Pede daw po" sabi ko sa cahier (so mukang Ok na!). Nung pina punch na ng cashier YESSS! Bayad ako P600.00 para sa dalawang pilates balls. Nung inabot na sakin ang receipt para i claim ko na sa salesboy ang binili namin, kinindatan ko si Che. Parang sinasabi ng aking mata na  " At last nagbunga na ang aming paghihirap  ni mama Che mula sa panghihingi ng resibo, ang pride, kahihiyan, ang pagod sobra". Excited na akong umuwi gusto ko na magamit ang aking pinaghirapan....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sa bahay:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ang ginawa ko syempre nilagyan ko muna ng hangin....bomba dito bomba duon! sakit sa braso sabi ok lang exercise naman ito....so after 9 years natapos na ako  hehehehe . So binasa ko yung box nung pilates andun yung mga posibleng mga exercises na pedeng magamit ang pilates balls, so ginaya ko posisyon na ito.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/SkCQcmVdA8I/AAAAAAAAASI/_bHiy3TqyiM/s1600-h/199e9d1028d5ab2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/SkCQcmVdA8I/AAAAAAAAASI/_bHiy3TqyiM/s400/199e9d1028d5ab2a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350435178317415362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya maya tumigil ako....nuod ako ng tv habang naka upo ako sa bola...naramdaman ko na sakit ng ulo ko, higa ako , sabi ko baka pagod lang...tayo ulit! diretso na ako sa CR sabay sumuka ako.....Hahahaha nahilo ang Gelai kaka pilates.... shettttt! ang hirap magpapayat!&lt;br /&gt;Pucha Pilates na yan....uubusin ata yung bituka ko kakasuka! HMP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px;" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:smaller;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/marigelquidato/9790210082f6f0bc817fffdc4be62840.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; position: relative; left: 300px; top: -57px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204571244314073161-4668565585072174397?l=iamgelaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4668565585072174397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204571244314073161&amp;postID=4668565585072174397' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/4668565585072174397?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/4668565585072174397?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/2009/06/pilates-ball.html' title='Pilates Ball'/><author><name>Gelai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603102749745809978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048369643910065776'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/SkCQcmVdA8I/AAAAAAAAASI/_bHiy3TqyiM/s72-c/199e9d1028d5ab2a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D04ASXs-eyp7ImA9WxJaF0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204571244314073161.post-4211277478449161181</id><published>2009-06-26T07:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T15:19:08.553+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-08-08T15:19:08.553+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white hair'/><title>Why do Mothers have White Hair?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/SkAZguO-b3I/AAAAAAAAARw/a5zWDJ17dTM/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/SkAZguO-b3I/AAAAAAAAARw/a5zWDJ17dTM/s320/image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350304407273500530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nay, Kaya mo 'to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wahhhhhh! Mahulog ka d'yan! Dyaske kang bata ka!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/SkAZBiN7P5I/AAAAAAAAARo/ZC3yuueeGEg/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/SkAZBiN7P5I/AAAAAAAAARo/ZC3yuueeGEg/s320/image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350303871471927186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mama, Correct naman yung spelling ah! Mali kase yung nasa picture! Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/SkAY6LuOxKI/AAAAAAAAARg/NKzCV_T0Bvw/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/SkAY6LuOxKI/AAAAAAAAARg/NKzCV_T0Bvw/s320/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350303745174324386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom, look! Cute noh? Say cheese!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/SkAZliXXsjI/AAAAAAAAAR4/MSQOWTkbq98/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/SkAZliXXsjI/AAAAAAAAAR4/MSQOWTkbq98/s320/image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350304489986830898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak! Hindi ka si Spiderman....baba ka jan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/SkAZtIxsllI/AAAAAAAAASA/Y9I1q6IHI-A/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/SkAZtIxsllI/AAAAAAAAASA/Y9I1q6IHI-A/s320/image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350304620556883538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Mudra! Ayaw ko ng may ganito! Sagabal!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px; font-family: trebuchet ms;" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:smaller;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/marigelquidato/9790210082f6f0bc817fffdc4be62840.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; position: relative; left: 300px; top: -57px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204571244314073161-4211277478449161181?l=iamgelaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4211277478449161181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204571244314073161&amp;postID=4211277478449161181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/4211277478449161181?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/4211277478449161181?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-do-mothers-have-white-hair.html' title='Why do Mothers have White Hair?'/><author><name>Gelai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603102749745809978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048369643910065776'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/SkAZguO-b3I/AAAAAAAAARw/a5zWDJ17dTM/s72-c/image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CE8GRHg-eip7ImA9WxJaF0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204571244314073161.post-633967723994533549</id><published>2009-06-17T15:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:27:05.652+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-08-08T14:27:05.652+08:00</app:edited><title>Birthday Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Para akong si Kuya Germs 1 week ang celebration, kaya ngayun tight na ang budget, konting tipid sa panahon ngayun , dito sa office di na ako nanlibre kase pare pareho naman kaming me sahod eh (jeff ako ba ito?) hehehe. Umuwi na lang ako sa aking lupang sinilangan para dun icelebrate ang aking birthday nagpa inom na lang ako dun sa aking mga aking tiyuhin at tiyahin...masaya naman kahit papano. Nagpapasalamat na lang ako kay Papa Jesus na umabot ako ng 3 dekada dito sa mundo, sa mga blessings na dumarating, sa parents, jowa ko, kapatid at friends na anjan sa akin through thick and thin.  Pero meron pa ako hinihiling  sana this year magkababy na kami...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Maraming salamat sa nag greet sa akin... pati yung George Bian Group (Visayas &amp;amp; Mindanao) mga PETC, kahit sa chat lang tayo nagkakausap... love nyo ako hehehe... sabi ko naman sa inyo blow out ko kayo eh basta sagot nyo lang ung pamasahe nyo papunta dito sa Manila hahaha.... Sa asawa ko na ice cream lang ako gift sa akin...ok lang! (wala man lang birthday card! hmp) , sa mga mag text salamat din po.... masaya lang ako kase naalala nyo ako kahit papaano... Thank yOu very much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px;" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:smaller;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/marigelquidato/9790210082f6f0bc817fffdc4be62840.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; position: relative; left: 300px; top: -57px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204571244314073161-633967723994533549?l=iamgelaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/feeds/633967723994533549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204571244314073161&amp;postID=633967723994533549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/633967723994533549?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/633967723994533549?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthday-blues.html' title='Birthday Blues'/><author><name>Gelai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603102749745809978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048369643910065776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEYHQXk8eip7ImA9WxJaF0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204571244314073161.post-9170778147733333487</id><published>2009-06-11T08:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T15:22:10.772+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-08-08T15:22:10.772+08:00</app:edited><title>What is Your Purpose?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just want to share this blog from my favorite author and preacher Bro. Bo Sanchez. You can relate from this. For all of us who still trapped from any kind of problems (lovelife, career, financial, etc.), learn what is our real purpose in life and to all those who's motto in life "A quitter never wins"  make a second thought. Hope you like and learn from this as much as i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Max, a criminal in death row was about to be executed. The warden was extra kind that day, so he asked him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warden:  “Max, for your last three meals, you can ask for anything you want.   What do you want for breakfast?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Max:  “Pancit . For long life.” he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warden: “I don’t think it will work. But here’s the pancit anyway.” Max ate with gusto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours, the warden asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warden: “What’s your second meal?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: “Spaghetti. Also for long life,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warden laughed as he shook his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warden:  “Max, this won’t give you long life, but anyway, here it is…” He gave him spaghetti and Max devoured it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      After a few hours, the warden asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warden: “What’s your third meal? Sotanghon?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: “No!” Max laughed, “noodle dishes have not been working for me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warden: “So what will your last meal be?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max said, “I want a bowl of fresh strawberries.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Warden: “But it’s not the season of strawberries. That’s about ten months away!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Max said, “Oh,  it’s okay. I can wait.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Max had a simple purpose: To extend his life. If you noticed, his first two strategies didn’t work. So he shifted strategy.&lt;br /&gt;Friends, you need to be an expert in using this powerful tool of success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are You A Quitter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you learn how to quit, you won’t reach your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t say that because I read it in a book. I say that from personal experience. I’m successful now because I know when to quit, how to quit, where to quit, and what to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, do you have problems? Today, I’m going to teach you how to solve your problems by quitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you a hint: Most of the time, the best way to solve your problems is not by solving your problems. The best way to solve your problems is by making them irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      And the way to do that is to quit. I hope I’ve confused you by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Let me now tell you my first story: A love story. A tragic love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      But I’m going to ask a favor. Notice whenever I use these three words in my story: Purpose, Path, and Problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me define them for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o   Purpose is the final destination&lt;br /&gt;o   Path is the road going there.&lt;br /&gt;o   Problem is the barrier on that road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love story is about Jenny, a beautiful single woman with many dreams. Like many single women, her big&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; purpose is to have a happy marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Which includes a lovely wedding, romantic dates each week, cuddling in bed every Saturday morning, and hugs under a starlit sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Jimboy walks into her world and offers a path to her purpose. He has good looks. Dresses smart. Speaks well. Has what Filipinos call “arrive”. She meets him, likes him, and walks home with her feet on the clouds. She also has many profound signs from Heaven that they’re meant for each other: They’re fans of the same artista. She’s excited. She believes she has found the man of her dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the dream turns out to be a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Problem of Jimboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She discovers that Jimboy is an irresponsible bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always doesn’t have money. His wallet is thick, but it’s filled with old receipts, discount cards, and an expired driver’s license that he can’t renew because he has no money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hasn’t held a steady job for the past five years. When Jenny asks him why, he says he’s a free spirit. But since his spirit is still trapped in a physical body that gets hungry three times a day, Jimboy has to borrow money from Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny also discovers that Jimboy has mixed blood. He’s 25% Filipino, 25% Chinese, and 50% Alcohol. When she asks why he drinks so much, he says, “When I drink, I fall asleep. When I fall asleep, I don’t sin. When I don’t sin, I go to Heaven. So I drink to go to Heaven.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, she also discovers that Jimboy flirts with anything that moves with a skirt. She finds he has other girlfriends. “In case of emergencies,” he laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let’s review the three elements of our story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Purpose is a happy marriage.&lt;br /&gt;Her Path is Jimboy.&lt;br /&gt;Her Problem is his character flaws: being a bum, an alcoholic, and a playboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What should Jenny do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t it be so much simpler if she just quit this path and take another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But from my experience, many women don’t. They just keep on trying to solve their problem—in this case—Jimboy’s character flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see two reasons why people don’t quit…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When You Confuse Purpose And Path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jenny must see boyfriend Jimboy as a path. Just a path, not the purpose. ) Because if she’s confused between purpose and path, she’ll be attached to Jimboy. If Jenny confuses Jimboy to be her purpose, then she’ll try to solve the problem of his character flaws head on—by trying to change him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That may include emotional manipulation, sexual blackmail, dragging him to prayer meetings, forcing him to counseling, and driving out demons via exorcism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or she may just marry him and hope that marriage will change him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is a huge mistake. Here’s the truth: Marriage doesn’t change anyone, it simply magnifies what’s already there. But okay, I admit. There are rare exceptions. A few guys do change after their wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that’s like playing Russian Roulette. With a gun that can hold 100 bullets—and 99 are loaded. Do you really want to take that risk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When You Become Unclear With Your Purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally, the Jennys of the world are discombobulated. They will keep their Jimboys because marriage is no longer their purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, if Jenny has a strained relationship with her parents, and her parents told her that Jimboy wasn’t good for her, Jenny will keep him as her act of rebellion. In this case, her purpose isn’t marriage anymore. It’s to get back at Mama and Papa and declare her total independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Jenny has a broken self-image and believes—in her subconscious—that she deserves a jerk, then she’ll keep him too. Again, the purpose is no longer to get married. The purpose is to inflict self-punishment for being such a terrible person. Even if Jimboy leaves her, Jenny will continue to search for other Jerks. She will be a Jerk-magnet for the rest of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the purpose is messed up, our lives are messed up as well. Sadly, I see this tragedy again and again.Oh, if only we learn to quit!But our problem is that we think there’s only one path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when a problem blocks our way, we try to solve it head on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not understanding that sometimes, the best way to solve a problem is to make it irrelevant. For example, Jenny can make Jimboy’s character flaws irrelevant by simply dumping him—and choosing someone with better husband-potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life will be much simpler. And happier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tell Yourself: There’s More Than One Path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      People don’t know how to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve met otherwise wonderful people who’ve been stuck in dead-end relationships for years—because they don’t know how to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve met great employees who—for the past 10 years—have been stuck in a job they don’t like, working for a boss they don’t like, and receiving a pay they don’t like—because they don’t know how to quit. (I’m not saying you quit tomorrow. Apply at another job first before you quit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve met entrepreneurs who’ve been stuck in a business that doesn’t earn much or that isn’t in line with their passion—because they don’t know how to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve met people who—for the past 10 years—have been stuck in abusive religious groups that kill their spirit—because they don’t know how to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      A friend of mine showed me this principle at work…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s Got To Be Another Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of years ago, my friend said he was taking up nursing to go abroad to earn for his family. Though he and his wife owned a school, they still couldn’t make ends meet. Because the school had very few students and many parents weren’t paying or were delayed in paying their tuition fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the guy went abroad to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a year, I met him again. He told me something beautiful. A line I want you to say often. He said, “Bo, there’s got to be another way!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What happened?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;“My kids need me. And I was so lonely out there. I don’t want to go abroad again!” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and his wife decided to work on their little school. They did massive marketing and doubled their enrollees. They also did the unthinkable: They raised their tuition fees. (In the past, their tuition fees were very low.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, this couple is happy to report that the school is doing so much better. And wonder of wonders, the parents now pay regularly. Why? Because they were able to reach parents of a higher economic bracket who don’t have problems paying tuition fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipinos think that there’s only one path to financial abundance: Go abroad. Be an Overseas Filipino Worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the problem to that path is huge—leaving your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, don’t solve that problem. Make that problem irrelevant by choosing another path. Yes, there are other paths to financial abundance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be wealthy here in this country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just like Peter…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Jesus asked Peter to fish. Peter said they’ve been fishing all day and have caught nothing. But Peter said that he’d still do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Jesus said something curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just didn’t tell them, “Lower your nets one more time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, “Lower your nets in the deeper water. And lower your nets on the other side of the boat”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, quit the old way of doing things and take another path. Result? Peter’s nets were so full of fish they almost broke. That’s abundance. Friend, do you want your nets to be full? Do you want abundance too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t quit your purpose. Still lower your nets.&lt;br /&gt;But quit where you lower your nets.&lt;br /&gt;Quit when you lower your nets.&lt;br /&gt;Quit how you lower your nets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find another path. Are you going through some problems now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.     What is really my end purpose?&lt;br /&gt;2.     Is there another path to this purpose whose problems I can handle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And take new paths.&lt;br /&gt;And may your nets almost break with your abundant harvest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your dreams come true,&lt;br /&gt;Bo Sanchez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px;" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:smaller;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/marigelquidato/9790210082f6f0bc817fffdc4be62840.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; position: relative; left: 300px; top: -57px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204571244314073161-9170778147733333487?l=iamgelaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/feeds/9170778147733333487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204571244314073161&amp;postID=9170778147733333487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/9170778147733333487?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/9170778147733333487?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-is-your-purpose.html' title='What is Your Purpose?'/><author><name>Gelai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603102749745809978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048369643910065776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CE4HRH4-fSp7ImA9WxJaF0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204571244314073161.post-1618639539402172400</id><published>2009-06-10T13:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:28:55.055+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-08-08T14:28:55.055+08:00</app:edited><title>Birthday ko Ngayon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"These are the moments I thank God that I'm alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are the moments I'll remember all my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I found all I've waited for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I could not ask for more"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Excerpt from my favorite song "I could not ask for more" by Edwin Mc Cain. Masaya ako sa mga blessings na dumarating sa buhay ko.... lahat answered prayers talaga. Thanks Papa Jesus. Isa na lang yung hinihiling ko...sana bago matapos yung 2009 magkababy na kami... Happy birthday to myself .... Gelai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kwento ko lang yung bloopers namin kahapon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kahapon kumain kami sa McDo after namin dito sa office... super gutom talaga hindi na nga namin nahintay si Tanjo at Nalen after umorder ni Jeff at ni Sui... Galit galit muna...kanya kanya kuha ng kakainin... nilantakan ko yung french fries...di ba masarap ang french fries sa gravy? kaya lang tinamad na ako kumuha ng gravy kaya ni tyagaan ko na lang ung ketsup....pwede na rin yun... nung buksan ko ung ketsup (yung nasa sachet) nung ilalagay ko na sa tissue ayaw lumabas e di pinisil ko, naramdaman ko na tumalsik makita kita ko na lang nasa muka na ni mama che...waaahhhhhh! Para yung nakikita natin sa movie ni Dophy at ni Panchito...hahahaha Sorry Mama Che di ko sinasadya.... sakit ng tiyan ko kakatawa kahapon...hayyyyzzzz! Pag uwi ko naalala ko pa rin yung nangyari sa amin ni Che..sa FX nangingiti ako baka pinagkakamalan na akong baliw ng mga kasabayan ko sa FX. Hanggat sa pagtulog yun pa rin ang tinatawanan ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bawi ka lang ako sa ibang paraan pero wag mo ako gagantihan ha...hehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px;" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:smaller;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/marigelquidato/9790210082f6f0bc817fffdc4be62840.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; position: relative; left: 300px; top: -57px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204571244314073161-1618639539402172400?l=iamgelaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/feeds/1618639539402172400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204571244314073161&amp;postID=1618639539402172400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/1618639539402172400?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/1618639539402172400?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthday-ko-ngayon_10.html' title='Birthday ko Ngayon!'/><author><name>Gelai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603102749745809978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048369643910065776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEUFR3w5cSp7ImA9WxJaF0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204571244314073161.post-2440331630528849141</id><published>2009-05-27T15:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T15:23:36.229+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-08-08T15:23:36.229+08:00</app:edited><title>Hayden @ Katrina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hayzzzzz! Please lang umay na umay na ako sa usapang Hayden Kho at Katrina Halili Sex Scandal 2 weeks na pinag uusapan. Umabot Malacañang, Senado, Congressman, na ibang pulitiko na ang nakikisawsaw sa isyu (shhhhh.... malapit na kase election!) . Sa office, sa jeep, sa palengke, yan na lang ang usapan. Ano na ang nangyari kay Lozada? Yung A H1N1 virus? Andito na ba sa Pinas? Ewan ko ... ano ba ang bago sa usaping ito matagal ng maraming sex scandal na nagkalat noon pa na nagkalat sa Quiapo, Baclaran, Divisoria at saan pa dako ng Pilipinas meron nyan... ang pagkakaiba lang ngayon eh sikat ang ang involved sa sex scandal na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Criselda Volks, Katherine Luna, Ethel Booba dati meron kumalat na sex scandal, mas grabe pa nga kung tutuusin sa kanila,   baket wala naman ingay na tulad nito? Kase di siya sikat, wala naman mapapala ang pulitiko...si Mahal, meron din (daw) wala rin ingay...kase mukang katawa tawa kung papatusin ng pulitiko...see? so ano ba bago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang isyu na dapat pag tuunan ng pansin ng ating mga pulitiko, ay madaliin ang pagpasa ng batas para maproteksiyonan ang mga ganitong uri ng gawain.... at ang pag iimbestiga ibigay na lang sa mga mga tamang kinauukulan... madali tayo maghusga kesyo mali si Hayden dapat ikulong, immoral, walang respeto sa kababaihan, mali yung ginawa nya pero ano ba ang puno't dulo ng isyu ito? Sya lang ba ang dapat nating kondenahin? At ibigay ang ang ating suporta kay Katrina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binaboy ba si Katrina? Biktima ba sya sa pagkakataong ito? Sa 'king pananaw, hindi binaboy si Katrina dito, if you come to think of it, sabi nya mahal nya daw si Hayden  at sa tingin ko kusang loob naman ginawa ang sexual acts. Kung hindi lumabas ang sex video na ito, masasabi pa ba na binaboy siya ni Hayden Kho? Hindi! Kase ginusto nya rin ang nangyari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang malaking pagkamali ni Hayden kinunan nya ng video ang kanilang pagtatalik (without consent daw ni Katrina). At ng kumalat ang Sex Video ito ang  naging ebidensiya na pagkakaroon nila ng relasyon at kung wala  iyon madali na i-deny  (as usual). At di Katrina, pumatol siya kaya Hayden Kho alam naman nyang from the start meron na itong Vicki Belo. At kung ano man naging bunga ng iskandalong ito, ito resulta ng kanilang pagkakamali, ito na marahil ang kabayaran ng kanilang "bawal na relasyon".  At malas lang nila na merong mga taong walang konsyensiya na ipangalandakan ang kanilang hubad na katawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala tayo sa lugar sabihin or ituro natin kung sino ang mali, wag lang tayo magbabase sa nakikita lang natin ang video! Malalim ang pinanggalingan ng isyung ito? Wag na lang makisawsaw ang walang kinalaman dito lalo na ang mga pulitiko ('di ba Bong?), wag na masyadong palalain ng media, at tayong mga curios na gusto makapanood (meron ako! joke hehehe!) maging responsable at maging bukas ang ating isipan. Kaya please tigilan na itetchiwa ang isyu ito at umay na umay na ako.  Let's all move on..Rock On!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;Me kasabihan nga na "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/marigelquidato/9790210082f6f0bc817fffdc4be62840.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; position: relative; left: 300px; top: -57px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204571244314073161-2440331630528849141?l=iamgelaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/feeds/2440331630528849141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204571244314073161&amp;postID=2440331630528849141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/2440331630528849141?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/2440331630528849141?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/2009/05/hayzzzzz-please-lang-umay-na-umay-na.html' title='Hayden @ Katrina'/><author><name>Gelai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603102749745809978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048369643910065776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUcEQX4yeyp7ImA9WxJaF0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204571244314073161.post-6092626403202033902</id><published>2009-05-21T13:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:30:00.093+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-08-08T14:30:00.093+08:00</app:edited><title>Estuyante Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Malapit na naman magpasukan suregadong trapik na naman yan...kelangan na naman gumising ng maaga para makaalis ng maaga kase pag tanghali na ako na umalis sa amin...sure na late lagi ako makarating dito sa office lalo na ngayon napalayo na ang office namin haba ng lalakarin ko ...syeetttt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nakakamiss din pumasok sa school, sarap ng buhay estudyante, pasok, laro, aral lang ang iniintindi ko noon. Gawa ng assignment tapos laro ulit... sa totoo lang di ko masyado kina career ang pag aaral pero lagi ako section 1  at nakakakuha pa ako ng honor nun...madalas ay first honor ako nun at best in Math...(yabang ni Gelai!) hahaha isipin mo gano kabobobo ang mga kaklase ko???  Wag kayong masyadong mabilib sa aking guys, dalawa lang lang naman section nun eh at tig 3 sa isang kwarto hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Malapit na ang pasukan, excited na ako pumasok dahil sa bagong gamit ko sa school, panay bukas ng bag, oras oras! sabay amoy ng mga notebook kase ang babango nila,  yung mga crayola ko di ko ginagamit ung patulis na bahagi ng color para ipangkulay kase  ayaw ko maupod  panget na siya tingnan pag pudpod di ba? At mga cover ng note book ko nun kundi bulaklak eh artista, naalala ko nun meron pa ako cover si Rustom Padilla, iieewwww! BB Gandanghari na siya ngayon. Kaloka!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tapos favorite ako ng adviser ko si Ma'am Jolo at Math teacher ko si Sir Sacopon, ako ang ginagawang lider at ilista ang mga kaklase ako nag iingay pag wala sila, di nila alam na ako ako ang number 1 na maingay sa klase, kase chikadora ako nuon sobra.... Si Sir Sacopon  music teacher din namin, one time pinakanta kami isa isa at pinabigkas sa amin ung DO Re Mi, tapos nagtaka ako na di ako kasama sa grupo ng kakanta sa Foundation day namin.... nagtaka ako, ask ko si Sir Sacopon baket di ako kasama sa kakanta? ....sabi nya sa Math contest daw nya ako sasali hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Naalala ko nung elementary pa ako, sinusundo pa ako ng pinsan ko sa bahay namin para meron lang ako kasabay sa pagpasok, to think na napakalayo ng bahay nila sa amin. Tapos mga 2 kilometers ang lalakarin namin papunta sa school, sobra layo! Yung baon ko para sa recess ubos na kase habang naglalakad kami kinakain ko na ung baon ko, hahahaha. At uso pa yung lunchbox nun na napakalaki, ang baon ko nun gatas at tinapay. piso, pambili ko ng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;potpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;t. Kaya lagi kaming huli sa flag ceremony, bilang parusa, kakanta ako mag isa sa stage ng Lupang Hinirang at Panatang Makabayan at Panunumpa sa Watawat.  Para akong siraulo mag isa lang ako sa stage huhuhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;otpot - ito yung cheese curls na binalot balot sa plastic ng yelo na dati singkwenta lang yun. O kaya pag meron nag iinuman sa amin, nag aagawan kami ng kapatid ko sa bote ng gin or lapad, para pag meron magbobote ipapalit namin na cheese curls...yun ang potpot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tapos ang hilig ko nun after school maglalaro kami ng chinese garter ng mga kaklase ko, lagi ako pinapagalitan ng mama ko kase gabi na ako umuuwi tapos ang dumi dumi ng uniform ko , sobra adik ko sa larong yun...biruin mo ang last ko nun eh dalawang dangkal magmula sa ulo...hahaha lahat ng madaanan ko tsina chinese ko ...one time meron naglalaro ng telebird telebird  (jumping rope yun) sa quadrangle ng school , pati yun chinese ko....Blagggggg! uhmmm! Loko! ayun umuwi ako ng duguan at bangas bangas ang muka hahahaha....wala kase ako patawad pati lubid pinapatulan.... take note: honor student ako ha, di ko naisip na pag chinese ko ung lubid eh mababangasan ako. Kaya nyo yun???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nung  estudyante ako, gusto ko na lumaki at mag trabaho kase gusto ko na kumita ng pera. Ngayun naman nagkatrabaho na ako gusto ko maging estudyante elementarya muli... pero hanggang pagbabalik tanaw na lang ako. Kaya namnamin ang bawat sandali ng pagiging bata at pagiging estuyante tulad ko naenjoy ko siya ng bongga at meron akong bababalik balikan na memories maibabahagi mula sa  aking kamusmusan...at aking pagiging minsan ako'y naging bata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px;" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:smaller;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/marigelquidato/9790210082f6f0bc817fffdc4be62840.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; position: relative; left: 300px; top: -57px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204571244314073161-6092626403202033902?l=iamgelaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/feeds/6092626403202033902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204571244314073161&amp;postID=6092626403202033902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/6092626403202033902?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/6092626403202033902?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/2009/05/estuyante-blues.html' title='Estuyante Blues'/><author><name>Gelai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603102749745809978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048369643910065776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUcARn07eSp7ImA9WxJaF0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204571244314073161.post-333551998794416586</id><published>2009-05-13T16:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:30:47.301+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-08-08T14:30:47.301+08:00</app:edited><title>Ligwak! Lipat Bahay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi, just dropping by! super busy these past few days dahil panay down ang server namin, kaloka! di ko na tuloy mapagtuunan ng pansin ang aking blog hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/SgvAFgZ5vrI/AAAAAAAAARI/zYWR9v1xlJU/s1600-h/Image0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/SgvAFgZ5vrI/AAAAAAAAARI/zYWR9v1xlJU/s200/Image0120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335569384380939954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/SgvCQ1P9OqI/AAAAAAAAARY/XRKVUA9DBxA/s1600-h/Image0121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/SgvCQ1P9OqI/AAAAAAAAARY/XRKVUA9DBxA/s200/Image0121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335571777978186402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/Sgu_1zerXYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/spsoGeH5UEw/s1600-h/Image0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/Sgu_1zerXYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/spsoGeH5UEw/s200/Image0118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335569114623335810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/Sgu_1zerXYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/spsoGeH5UEw/s1600-h/Image0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tapos masamang balita pa, ayan nag sisimula na kami mag alsa balutan, pack dito pack dun, baklas dito baklas dun, para kaming mga iskwater siksikan kami sa isang table, di alintana ang mainit na sikat ng araw sa aming likuran  kawawa mga nilalang....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kase lilipat na kami ng bagong office, bago magkatapusan ng May, ligwak ang aming kaligayahan dun kami sa main office namin, di numero na ang aming galaw , me camera sa palibot, lahat bawal... pati pagtawa bawal kaya expect namin ng ka officemate ko 1 year lang kami dun muka na kaming lola...daming guhit sa nuo! na parang pede na drawing ng G clef hahahaha. Di na ako makakatawa ng tawang matrona. Tapos ang kaligayan ng mga dudes...Goodluck sa amin...Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px;" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:smaller;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/marigelquidato/9790210082f6f0bc817fffdc4be62840.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; position: relative; left: 300px; top: -57px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204571244314073161-333551998794416586?l=iamgelaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/feeds/333551998794416586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204571244314073161&amp;postID=333551998794416586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/333551998794416586?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/333551998794416586?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/2009/05/ligwak-lipat-bahay.html' title='Ligwak! Lipat Bahay...'/><author><name>Gelai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603102749745809978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048369643910065776'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/SgvAFgZ5vrI/AAAAAAAAARI/zYWR9v1xlJU/s72-c/Image0120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUYAQno4cSp7ImA9WxJaF0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204571244314073161.post-6192181608623753334</id><published>2009-05-04T12:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:32:23.439+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-08-08T14:32:23.439+08:00</app:edited><title>Wanna Bet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeheyyyyyy! panalo kami sa pustahan namin k Tanjo....Hatton versus Pacquiao nung laban nila kahapon (May 3, 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week napagkatuwaan namin magpustahan dito sa office Pacquiao kami nila Che, Sui, at Jeff...si Tanjo kay Hatton. Pagnanalo si Hatton libre namin si Tanjo ng siomai pag nanalo si Pacquiao libre niya kami ng Chowking Luriat.... siyempre Go! Go! Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahapon the long wait is over, (omomomom) 12pm pa lang ng hapon alam ko na yung result kase live sa radio (DZBB at 97.1 LS FM) first round pa lang nangangamoy luriat na bwahahahaha.  2 times bumagsak ang Briton. Tulog si Hatton ng 2nd round kaya confirmed me luriat ako kinabukasan ....yeheyyyyy! So Tanjo.... next time ulit? Wanna Bet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/Sf-4lex2YhI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ZlnWGOlMOSE/s1600-h/Image0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/Sf-4lex2YhI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ZlnWGOlMOSE/s200/Image0093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332183437886775826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/Sf-4cA2P4XI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ifhAXIHPiNc/s1600-h/Image0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/Sf-4cA2P4XI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ifhAXIHPiNc/s200/Image0092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332183275233337714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tapos ito si Che, kanina si Mike Hanopol daw eh member ng Hagibis...sabi ko hindi sya member, sa Juan dela Cruz band siya...  so pustahan na naman kami...Chowking halo halo...(yung 1/2 dozen nga lang) cheap! hehehe so confirmed na talo ka n nman che for the second time around, remember yung pustahan natin na hindi si Gladys Reyes yung nasa billboard ng Gibi Shoes si Nadine Samonte yun???? Na after 6 months mo lang nabigay yung pustahan natin na Mcdo... ahihihi...So kelan ko makukuha ang aking matamis na halo halo mula sa Chowking?  after 6 months ulit? So Mama Che, wanna bet ulit???? Wala ka kasawa sawa ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lang 'ya, kina career ko na ang makipag pustahan ah, ayoko na nga magsugal eh...ayaw ko na talaga...promise...di na mauulit... last na to! ayaw mo maniwala? Wanna bet?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px;" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:smaller;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/marigelquidato/9790210082f6f0bc817fffdc4be62840.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; position: relative; left: 300px; top: -57px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204571244314073161-6192181608623753334?l=iamgelaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/feeds/6192181608623753334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204571244314073161&amp;postID=6192181608623753334' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/6192181608623753334?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/6192181608623753334?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/2009/05/wanna-bet.html' title='Wanna Bet?'/><author><name>Gelai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603102749745809978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048369643910065776'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvnpOuY5RZA/Sf-4lex2YhI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ZlnWGOlMOSE/s72-c/Image0093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUUEQX4-fyp7ImA9WxJaF0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204571244314073161.post-2791065604255691820</id><published>2009-04-28T14:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:33:20.057+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-08-08T14:33:20.057+08:00</app:edited><title>Still Single?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Worried ka ba wala ka pa ring jowa??? Natatakot ka bang maging matandang binata or dalaga? Malapit ka na mawala sa kalendaryo? Iniisip mo na walang mag aalaga sa'yo sa pagtanda? Pressured ka na paligid mo kase lahat ng sinasabi sayo " Sa edad mong yan wala ka pang asawa??? Baket?" ('Di mo alam concerned sayo or kung iniinsulto ka lang eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ka nag iisa! Isa rin ako sa naging biktima ng ganyang situation! Haharap pa ako nyan sa salamin at sasabihing: "Panget ba ako???" (hahahaha! adik? tanungin ko ba ang sarili? epekto ata ito kasisinghot ko ng katol eh,kaya tinigilan ko na! ). Sabi naman ng mama ko hindi naman daw. Bwahahaha! Lahat na ata ng santo nadasalan ko na, tuwing dasal ko kasama ang paghingi ng "papa" hehehe. Nasubukan ko na rin gawin ang mga love potion! Kaloka!!. Minsan me na nakakainsulto na tanong eh "Baket wala ka pang BF, tibo ka ba?" sabi ko na lang "Parang uminit ung mukha ko, ako tibo?! Bruhang kapitbahay namin yun tibo daw ako? Halerrrr! Kung sa pagmumuka kong ito muka akong tibo? Eh ano pa kaya siya? akala mo kagandahan! hmp! Kaloka. Sa tuwing meron okasyon birthday ko or Christmas, Valentine's day, feel ko talaga ang mag emote feeling ko ako si Angel Locsin, hehehe. Kaya dahil sa pressure, kung sino ang dumating na lalaki...feeling ko siya na ang para sa akin. At dahil dun nakakagawa ka ng decision na wala sa oras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya kung wala kang jowa, ibahin mo naman yung routine ng buhay mo, kung dati bahay, work work bahay, try mo naman mangapitbahay hahahaha... i mean mingle with other people and from there, it's possible you could find him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natatakot ka bansagang M.D. (matandang dalaga). Taas noong sabihin ang "So what?" pero sa loob loob mo lang..... huhuhu. From now on magipon ipon na ng pang gansilyo o kaya try mo rin mag cross stitch. bwahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malapit ka na mawala sa kalendaryo? eh ano me lotto pa naman! kung wala pa rin..me BINGO pa! ewan ko na lang sa edad na ganun wala ka pa rin jowa .... wag mawalan ng pag asa! Saka dapat ba sa pagtuntong mo ng edad 25+ kelangan me asawa ka na?? nasusulat ba yun? Ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala mag aalaga sayo sa iyong pagtanda? Yun lang! Mura lang naman wheel chair....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little piece of advice, if you're ready to end your being single, hindi dahil sa na pressure ka lang na nakapaligid sa'yo, but dahil handa ka ng magmahal. Or if decision mong maging M.D. it's your choice kung saan ka magiging masaya...(suportahan ta ka!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fairness, maganda pakinggan after ng name mo meron M.D., akalain nila doctor ka bwahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px; text-align: justify;" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/marigelquidato/9790210082f6f0bc817fffdc4be62840.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; position: relative; left: 300px; top: -57px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204571244314073161-2791065604255691820?l=iamgelaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/feeds/2791065604255691820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204571244314073161&amp;postID=2791065604255691820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/2791065604255691820?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/2791065604255691820?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/2009/04/still-single.html' title='Still Single?'/><author><name>Gelai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603102749745809978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048369643910065776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUUHQXs7fyp7ImA9WxJaF0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204571244314073161.post-451837083617043258</id><published>2009-04-27T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:33:50.507+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-08-08T14:33:50.507+08:00</app:edited><title>Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ang taray ng Blog quote ko noh? Nakalkal ko lang yan sa mga previous notes ko, mahilig kase ako magsusulat ng mga kaekekan... di ko pinapansin dati kase parang ko  pa madama anong ibig ipahiwatig ng quotation na yan, until such time na nabasa ko ulit last week na parang meron kumurot sa aking pagkatao....kaya parang napaisip ako kaya maiblog nga pero di ko nagawa agad kase busy ako sa kakagawa ng layout ng aking blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last last week, habang ako'y natutulog, akoy biglang naalimpungatan na me kumatok sa pinto namin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapitbahay: Ayyy sorry natutulog ka pala. Gel, may pera ka ba? Pede makahiram?...kase... blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko na yung iba kase di ko na narinig yung ibang sinabi, di ko alam kung naalimpungatan ako or narinig ko na lang nanghihiram ng pera  bigla na lang ata nag shut off yung tenga ko  hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gelai: Ay sige te... wait lang kuha ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umuo agad ako akala ko kase mga 100 lang uutangin or 200. Check ko yung wallet ko, after 5 seconds labas ulit ako....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gelai: Ate, magkano yung hiramin mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabitbahay: 1 thousand sana Gel, blah, blah, blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalo ako nabingi hahaha kase yung laman ng wallet ko 300 pesos na lang . Napasubo  ako dun ah... Nahiya naman na akong tumanggi kase napa UU na ako....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gelai: Ay ate, maya ko na lang bigay kase withdraw muna ako... (kahit sobra init at pupungas pungas pa ako lumabas ako para mag withdraw para ipahiram kay Ate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral lesson: Wag buksan ang pinto pag ang tipo ng katok ay malumanay at katok naparang nahihiya...bwahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hirap talaga ako sa pagtanggi.....yun talaga ang weakness ko lagi ko priority ang ibang tao kesa sa sarili ko...ayun nga ang resulta madalas  napapahamak ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halimbawa na lang dun sa Ex ko, sa sobrang pagmamahal ko parang sa kanya na lang umiinog ang aking mundo, actually hindi "parang" sa kanya na talaga umiinog yung buhay ko....yun pala option nya lang ako kase meron pa siyang ibang girl.... how sad? Mahal ko siya, pero mahal nya ba ako???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa pamilya, bigay dito bigay duon! nakalimutan ko na meron pala akong sariling buhay na kelangan ko rin pag tuunan ng pansin... na dati kahit gusto ko na bumuo ng sarili kong pamilya di ko magawa kase meron pa akong obligasyon sa kapatid ko na kelangan tuparin... na mapagtapos cya at ang mabigyan ko siya ng magandang kinabukasan pero siya ba naiisip nya ba ang kinabukasan ko???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa kaibigan, kaya ko ipagtanggol sa abot ng aking makakaya...handa ako makipagpatayan para sa kaibigan, pero kaya nya ba gawin yun para sa akin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get my point? Dito sa mother earth dapat give and take, hindi lang puro kaw lang give ng give tapos cya take ng take, ano cya hilo? Minsan ginawan mo na ng pabor ni magpasalamat man lang wala ka man lang maririnig. Or pag wala na mahita sayo or hindi ka na nya napapakinabangan para ka na lang isang basahan sa kanyang paningin. Pero minsan dapat ito na ang panuntunan ko sa buhay, i can't help it, nadadala pa rin ako ng aking emosyon, ewan ko ba pinanganak na ata akong ganito.... pero i look it on a brighter side na lang mas mabuti na yung nilalamangan ka ng kapwa kesa naman ako yung nanlalamang... ang KARMA ... Halerrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px;" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:smaller;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/marigelquidato/9790210082f6f0bc817fffdc4be62840.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; position: relative; left: 300px; top: -57px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204571244314073161-451837083617043258?l=iamgelaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/feeds/451837083617043258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204571244314073161&amp;postID=451837083617043258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/451837083617043258?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/451837083617043258?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/2009/04/never-allow-someone-to-be-your-priority_27.html' title='Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option'/><author><name>Gelai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603102749745809978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048369643910065776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUUCQns6fSp7ImA9WxJaF0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204571244314073161.post-8411177739775640943</id><published>2009-04-24T16:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:34:23.515+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-08-08T14:34:23.515+08:00</app:edited><title>Ayaw ko ng Green!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;Hayyy salamat natapos na ang aking lay out, ayaw ko ng GREEN noh? hehehe after 10 years natapos ko rin sa wakas, makakatulog na ako ng mahimbing sa gabi...kase kahit sa pagtulog naiisip ko pa rin ano ang kulay na gagamitin ko hayyyyzzz, mukha na talaga akong panda! lalim ng eyebags ko huhuhu. Masaya naman ako kase nakuha yung gusto kong lay out...simple pero maganda...ahihihi.... walang kokontra ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Any violent reaction? just Text Gelai off send to 2366 hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAPPY WEEKEND guys!!! mwahhhhzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px;" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:smaller;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/marigelquidato/9790210082f6f0bc817fffdc4be62840.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; position: relative; left: 300px; top: -57px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204571244314073161-8411177739775640943?l=iamgelaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/feeds/8411177739775640943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204571244314073161&amp;postID=8411177739775640943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/8411177739775640943?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/8411177739775640943?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/2009/04/ayaw-ko-ng-green_24.html' title='Ayaw ko ng Green!'/><author><name>Gelai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603102749745809978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048369643910065776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUQFQnc8fip7ImA9WxJaF0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204571244314073161.post-7673454046144422410</id><published>2009-04-23T15:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:35:13.976+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-08-08T14:35:13.976+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How to Find a Right Man for the Real You'/><title>How to Find a Right Man for the Real You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That is the question that hundreds of Single ladies all over the world want to know. In these fast times of dating, it seems that more and more women want to know how to find the right man. For those who are starting over, just beginning or somewhere in the middle dating can be overwhelming. For many women dating has become a game of lies and manipulation.&lt;br /&gt;Fear of being alone, or fear of blowing a rocky relationship has made some of us give up on love all together. When finding a partner seems like an unattainable or "an impossibble dream" task it’s easy to become overwhelmed by feelings of hopelessness and helplessness. The good news is, finding the right man is not as difficult as you might think. It’s a matter of identifying the things you do to sabotage your chances as well as developing some common sense principles for selecting your mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding the right man is not about playing games or lowering your standards, it’s about being honest with yourself and widening your mate selection options. Can you find the right man for the real you? Follow these guidelines and get ready to meet your Mr. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Broaden Your Mate Selection Options&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start noticing men that you may not have noticed before. Don’t limit yourself to dating a very specific type of man. Go out with different types of men and broaden your horizons. This does not mean that you should lower your standards. It simply means that you should get your wish list in order. Even if you don’t make a love connection you’ve made a new friend. And remember he has friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Separate The Package From The Packaging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s an old cliché that goes, “everything that glitters ain’t gold.” Stop looking for a man who looks good on paper. I realize this is easier said than done because, we live in a very materialistic society where people are judged by the labels they carry instead of their internal characteristics. When you choose a man based on superficial qualities you will end up emotionally bankrupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;3. Don’t Allow Friends And Family To Set The Standards For The Men You Date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never ceases to amaze me, how many women allow their well-intentioned but clueless friends and family members talk them out of dating a guy because he didn’t measure up to their standards. Are you willing to throw away your chance at happiness with someone special because other people don’t approve of your choice? Unless they have some solid information to share with you politely tell them to bud out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;4. Ask Questions Before You Become Too Intimately Involved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you buy a car without asking the salesperson what features it has and finding out if you could take it for a test drive? Of course you wouldn’t, because you want to select the right one. Then why would you become intimately involved with a man without asking him the right questions so that you can increase your chances of making the right choice. Ask questions about his family history, past relationships, goals and values. Find out what he thinks about family, love and commitment. Find out about his spiritual beliefs. By asking the right questions you’ll have enough information to decide if you should pursue the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Develop An Emotional Bond Before You Have Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture this scenario. You meet a cute guy. Body parts are thumping. Before you know it you are getting your groove on. The next morning you feel awkward and embarrassed. You’re wondering. Is he going to think I’m easy? Will I see him again? Should I pursue a relationship or should I play it calm, cool and collective? This whole scenario may have been prevented if you held back the booty until you established an emotional bond. Having sex too soon is one of the biggest mistakes that many women make. To ensure that you end up with an intimate partner instead of a screw buddy postpone having sex until you absolutely without a doubt know it’s the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Don’t Date Men Who Belong To Other Women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every woman has a wish list of characteristics she’s looking for in a perspective partner, but on the top of that list should be the word “available”. Unless you are a glutton for punishment your Mr. Right should not be attached to anyone else. If you find out that your ideal mate belongs to another stop seeing him immediately. You deserve your own man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;7. Pay Attention To Warning Signs That Tell You You’re Headed For Trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay attention to that voice in your head or that gut feeling that tells you to stop, look and listen. The voice of intuition is your inner guide which protects you and leads you towards your ultimate destiny. Listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Treat Him The Way You Want To Be Treated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set the standards for your relationship by treating your man the way you want to be treated. If you want him to be more romantic start by romancing him. If you want him to be open and honest start by being open and honest with him. Most importantly, don’t play games, tricks are for kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;9. Don’t Fall In Love With His Potential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As women we have a wonderful way of seeing the potential in things. We can walk into an empty room and turn it into the Taj Mahal. The problem arises when we apply this same concept to our relationships. You end up falling in love with who you want him to become rather that who he really is. Remember, what you see is what you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;10. Find Yourself Before You Find A Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being alone does not mean being lonely. Take this time to find out who you are. Develop personal goals and pursue them. Pamper yourself. Don’t jump from one relationship into another. Enjoy spending time with yourself. It’s your life. Live it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you follow these guidelines when looking for a mate you will eventually find the right man for the real you. You deserve the right man who is able to appreciate the real you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px; text-align: justify;" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85730/marigelquidato/9790210082f6f0bc817fffdc4be62840.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; position: relative; left: 300px; top: -57px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/204571244314073161-7673454046144422410?l=iamgelaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/feeds/7673454046144422410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=204571244314073161&amp;postID=7673454046144422410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/7673454046144422410?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/204571244314073161/posts/default/7673454046144422410?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamgelaii.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-find-right-man-for-real-you.html' title='How to Find a Right Man for the Real You'/><author><name>Gelai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08603102749745809978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16048369643910065776'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>