tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249588962024-10-02T02:13:25.271+08:00pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07448780990287529642noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24958896.post-26525308463269631362011-06-08T04:31:00.000+08:002011-06-08T04:31:28.062+08:00

A friend shared a link today of this young man who stirred my heart not only with his singing, his life story as a young boy and what he has become now is truly remarkable and touching.  I played the clip over and over again and I couldn't help getting teary-eyed.  I wish I could help him carry his burdens especially when he was so very young.  I do want to give him a hug...

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Just wanted to share with you a very enlightening piece that I've stumbled upon a few days ago.  It talks about being alone and embracing it.  It talks about the freedom and simple joys of being alone that most of the time we take for granted, if not resent.  It gives us a different perspective, a positive one.   HOW TO BE ALONE by Tanya Davis  If you are at first

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It wasn't really love-at-first sight I just thought, "Yeah, you're kinda nice.." Then one day we were stuck with each other And guess what, we decided to have dinner! Nope, it wasn't even a date at all We just had to eat since it was almost nightfall I insisted on paying the bill You did not argue but made a deal You said you'd let me pay this time But, "Next time would be mine." Weeks later you

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 The fact that I can plant a seed and it becomes a flower, share a bit of knowledge and it becomes another's, smile at someone and receive a smile in return, are to me continual spiritual exercises.~ Leo Buscaglia    I've always looked at myself as someone who is too frank and direct at times, if not most of the time.  I'm not really insensitive about

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Happy lunar new year everyone!  :D I'm not Chinese, though many people say I look like one.  I am a pure bred, 100% Filipino and proud of it.  But anyway, this piece is not about being nationalistic, but rather about Chinese New Year. Like the western new year, the Chinese New Year is also a celebration of the end of the previous year and welcoming of a brand new year. 

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I'm sooooooo lovin' this song!  :)  The tune is upbeat and catchy.  The lyrics, so simple and so true.  I could just relate to the song so easily, like it was written especially for me! Yes, my life begins today.  The past is past and the future is yet to come, so I'm gonna live my life today because this day will only come once in my life.  ;) I've been working

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It's almost a month late but... what the heck?!  Hello 2011!  :) I've been meaning to write an entry after my trip to Syria but blame it on procrastination... well, ok blame it all on me for procrastinating, I didn't get anything done.  Hehehe.  Now I'm not so sure if I'm gonna write at all about that trip, it seems so far behind already... and now it's a brand new year and

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Someone sent me this little game where a set of questions are to be answered using your own collection of songs in your player.  Some of the answers I got were quite true and some are just hilarious!  Posted it on Facebook and tagged some friends and they found it quite fun too!  But you know what, my best friend and I found out that it's double the fun if someone else shuffles the

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Sometimes we feel like there is not enough time in a day for us to get everything done... so much work to be done, telephone calls to make, emails to read and reply to, functions and events to attend to, appointments, meetings, trips, deadlines, problems...  Sometimes the day haven't even started and we're already exhausted with our "to-do" list. Sometimes we feel like everyday is a

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Finally, I was able to open my blog!  Went to Syria and stayed there much longer than expected.  The six hour time difference made it impossible for me to catch up with friends online and to top it all, Facebook and blog sites are banned.  :( But now that I'm back, I hope to catch up on things as much as I can before my next holiday.  Yipee!  :)

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... when there were only a few houses back in my hometown ... when everybody in the neighborhood knew everyone, including their pets... when play means running around, climbing trees, play house, hide and seek... when fresh milk was delivered right from the cow/carabao to our doorstep... when we could just pick our vegetables and fruits right there in the backyard, not in supermarkets ... when

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I love to travel. I may be whining about it in my previous entry years back (My Life In A Suitcase), but you see, there's a big difference when you travel for leisure and when you travel for work. The chance to travel is one of the deciding factors why I accepted and managed to stick with my previous job for quite a long time.  And, I could say I am lucky to find such a job that permits me

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Here are some of the comments / conversations I overheard / participated in at the Embassy: ----------One lady who was waiting for her Q number to be called, exasperated when she saw a lot of late comers crowding around Window 6, suddenly spoke out (with a touch of her local dialect accent), which ended up sounding like, "Arin't we sappows to wit for the Q number to be cooled?  Why

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Yes, it took me the whole of Monday to renew my passport.  Grrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me tell you the long story...   (And I'm warning you, this is a loooooooooong!) I got news last Friday that I might need to fly somewhere, sometime soon.  For this trip, someone will arrange the visa and flight tickets for me and I just need to send them my passport details.&

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Woke up today not feeling quite right... I felt a bit hungry and too full at the same time.  Actually, I think this started from yesterday, I had a late lunch of a plate of noodles, a sandwich and a bottle of orange juice.  That was a bit too much though and I did not finish everything because I felt so full and bloated and that funny feeling like I want to throw up (don't worry, I did

pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07448780990287529642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24958896.post-22283086326686360352010-10-08T01:31:00.007+08:002010-10-21T04:07:27.317+08:00

Stumbled upon this recipe last night and thought I'd give it a try.  So off to the market I went as soon as I got myself out of bed.  Found the bangus (milk fish) I needed, the fish vendor uncle was kind enough to clean them  and cut them according to the portion size I need.  Got some bay leaves and chilis.  I couldn't find whole black peppercorns, they only had the

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As usual, I haven't been able to keep my word to regularly update this blog.  :( A lot of times I really wanted to write something, but either I didn't have the time, or something more pressing is at hand, or I do not have the luxury of solitude to concentrate on the topic I had in mind.  At times also, I just lose the idea, like I already had the topic in mind and then it was gone in a

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"The cracks on a glass will only disappear once it is completely broken.  But then, you may not be able to put it back together again and even if you did it will never look the same again." Sometimes that's how I feel when my trust is being tested.  I feel like I'd rather break free and not trust at all than feel this distrust or cracks in my relationships, and that encompasses all

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Amidst all the criticisms related to the recent and tragic tour-bus-hostage-taking in The Philippines, I was overwhelmed to learn that these guys went in public, to speak up and defend a nation which is not their own, unafraid to share their thoughts and encourage the world to have an open mind and promote unity instead of hatred. Message from Andrew Philip: (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=

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Yes, I am ashamed about what happened. I am ashamed about the recent tour-bus-hostage-taking drama in The Philippines. I am ashamed of the blame games and pin-pointing. I am ashamed of the mockery and hate being thrown our way. I am ashamed of how it went, how it ended and how we are still being criticized for it, by the whole world and by our own kind. There are many questions. There are

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I knew what I was doing and I knew the consequences. I knew where it was going but I wasn't ready to be selfless. You knew it wasn't for my best interest that it will go wrong, somehow, somewhere. You knew You have my faith and trust for You have a plan and You always know better.

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May we always find time to appreciate the people who love us and the people we love. May we never forget to let them know that we love them and make them feel loved. May we not waste this life and live it to the fullest because time is so precious it can slip us by in a blink of an eye.

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Last Sunday was Father's Day, as expected, a special video presentation was shown at the end of the church service and as I watched the video, showing father-and-child moments and the beautiful quotes on how great our fathers are, I felt this sadness slowly creeping into my heart. The harsh reality that I could no longer celebrate this day with you, that you are no longer here, always makes me

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It's true, men are from Mars, women are from Venus. We look at things differently, we digest information differently, we interpret differently, we verbalize differently, we react differently and we cope differently. We are so different in so many ways that most of the time, if not ALL the time, we do not understand each other. Men don't get women, women don't get men. A girl was pissed off

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Last night, I was chatting with my best friend, Ana. That isn't really something unusual because we always chat whenever we can. What was strange and unusual about it was the numerous typographical errors we made that night. Apart from misspelled words, there were missing letters or excess letters or a combination of those. And though we repeatedly tried to correct them, they still end up

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