<?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/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683448637844529057</id><updated>2024-08-30T05:34:57.115-07:00</updated><category term="emotions"/><category term="lifestyle"/><category term="best stories"/><category term="emotional"/><category term="family"/><category term="father&#39;s day"/><category term="life quotes"/><category term="my stories"/><title type='text'>IT&#39;S MY LIFE</title><subtitle type='html'>I&#39;m not really  a writer by profession and I was just only  a reader before, reading almost all the interesting books that I can find, ranging from interesting to not so interesting topics (just getting sick if I couldn&#39;t find my way reading even a single book, then)  but being a very emotional person, I found myself writing these blogs to express my feelings towards the many turn of events in my life..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nice Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974785608766830543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQKScPsZEZhyuxQqgWh2daDjvHj_MzlfBkoVhZG9RgEc1-a86myQ2HVA7MRm1jpGlG-kC3_vlMcD3qizIDd_nfSL5JEBeVUXQYleicMFbYAg5_0XUZEfULiIqxBqp3Ww/s220/P13-06-09_17.51_edited-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683448637844529057.post-2256409935417204450</id><published>2012-07-20T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-28T08:40:00.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ASSUMING</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;True enough, I had another pool of tears last night. It has been going on  for over a week now. Lying on my bed, thinking of you,  shouting your name soundlessly , staring into nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;    We relatively started out as friends,with constant communication,  exchanging thoughts, throwing corny jokes at each other until we discovered that we are similar in many ways. In short, we have a good chemistry as  you have told me before. I even trusted you easily my innermost thoughts and my top secrets. Oh how could I forget the countless times that  you made me laugh with your crazy antics? You made me feel so very special.  Little by little, we started to care for each other..  then unconsciously , we found out  that we are falling in love and strangely as I should say,  even before we met. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    We&#39;ve been so very happy together, you&#39;ve shown me the love and affection that I&#39;ve been longing for. You&#39;ve given the best to make this relationship a wonderful one. And I know that it&#39;s for real. I know that I&#39;ve found in you the missing piece of my life. We are soulmates, and that&#39;s a fact we can&#39;t deny. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    But then one day you&#39;re gone, I felt tormented as if your loss was killing me. I knew then, something is bothering you. And when you surfaced, I figured out  something that broke my heart off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I never thought that I could hurt myself by loving you so much like this. Sometimes I wish I never did..Yes, even though I know that no amount of words can measure the depth of   love that we have for each other,our hearts and souls can attest to that, it&#39;s different now when you finally  broke up the bad news to me.  But in as much as we wanted to work it out, it seems that the whole world is against us, our love is going against the tide. We had a right love at a wrong time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But you assured  me of one thing, everything would be alright, that in the long run our love for each other will still prevail. The only thing that makes me stronger now is holding on to your promises. I know that true love can wait, but how long can I carry on? &lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/feeds/2256409935417204450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2012/07/true-enough-i-had-another-pool-of-tears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/2256409935417204450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/2256409935417204450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2012/07/true-enough-i-had-another-pool-of-tears.html' title='ASSUMING'/><author><name>Nice Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974785608766830543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQKScPsZEZhyuxQqgWh2daDjvHj_MzlfBkoVhZG9RgEc1-a86myQ2HVA7MRm1jpGlG-kC3_vlMcD3qizIDd_nfSL5JEBeVUXQYleicMFbYAg5_0XUZEfULiIqxBqp3Ww/s220/P13-06-09_17.51_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683448637844529057.post-1261892511398084876</id><published>2011-03-29T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T15:58:26.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Willing Willie feat. JAN-JAN ang batang ASTIG sumayaw! (March 12, 2011)</title><content type='html'>Kawawa naman ang batang ito. Sana napanuod ito ng taga MTRCB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/2YRCxh9q64w?fs=1&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowFullScreen=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/feeds/1261892511398084876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2011/03/willing-willie-feat-jan-jan-ang-batang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/1261892511398084876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/1261892511398084876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2011/03/willing-willie-feat-jan-jan-ang-batang.html' title='Willing Willie feat. 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(March 12, 2011)'/><author><name>Nice Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974785608766830543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQKScPsZEZhyuxQqgWh2daDjvHj_MzlfBkoVhZG9RgEc1-a86myQ2HVA7MRm1jpGlG-kC3_vlMcD3qizIDd_nfSL5JEBeVUXQYleicMFbYAg5_0XUZEfULiIqxBqp3Ww/s220/P13-06-09_17.51_edited-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/2YRCxh9q64w/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683448637844529057.post-1890518373387970643</id><published>2010-12-21T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T14:19:29.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VIDEO TIP SERIES # 25 Which Technology and Which Websites do You Need to Generate Leads and Convert Leads ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://imoremoneywithlesswork.com/video-tip-series-25-which-technology-and-which-websites-do-you-need-to-generate-leads-and-convert-leads&quot;&gt;VIDEO TIP SERIES # 25 Which Technology and Which Websites do You Need to Generate Leads and Convert Leads ?&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/feeds/1890518373387970643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2010/12/video-tip-series-25-which-technology.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/1890518373387970643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/1890518373387970643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2010/12/video-tip-series-25-which-technology.html' title='VIDEO TIP SERIES # 25 Which Technology and Which Websites do You Need to Generate Leads and Convert Leads ?'/><author><name>Nice Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974785608766830543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQKScPsZEZhyuxQqgWh2daDjvHj_MzlfBkoVhZG9RgEc1-a86myQ2HVA7MRm1jpGlG-kC3_vlMcD3qizIDd_nfSL5JEBeVUXQYleicMFbYAg5_0XUZEfULiIqxBqp3Ww/s220/P13-06-09_17.51_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683448637844529057.post-7190659048886558196</id><published>2010-11-12T06:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-04-28T08:33:28.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW CAN I FORGET YOU?</title><content type='html'>Today..I meet him again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was still the same person I used to know..Anyway, it&#39;s not too long since the day I last talked  with him. I still feel the pounding in my heart..I was  still as excited as before with the way he talk to me...Oh how I missed our endless conversation... the familiar odd feeling whenever I&#39;m interacting with him still invades my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had moved on..oh that&#39;s the least thing I wanted to do before..Forgetting and letting  go were my greatest fears..then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I am stupid but there is no more sign that he still loves me...but can you blame me?  This craziness has been here for almost two years ...and during the  times when he&#39;s  constantly  ignoring me, the only thing I do was to cry whenever there is a need to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, it&#39;s not about who I really love and deserve, it&#39;s about who I want. But unfortunately, the person I really want to be with turned out to be someone who just seems to make a fool out of me and left my heart to bleed endlessly. Isn&#39;t it unfair to me? Is this what I really should get for loving you that much? Is this the price I have to pay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how do you say goodbye to someone you never really had? Why do I cry to someone I know I never really owned. Why do my tears fall so endlessly for someone who had never really loved me to  my expectations? Why is it that I terribly miss someone I was never really with? And why do I love someone who will never love me in return?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will this stupidity last? Help me, please. I want to get off with this foolishness.........</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/feeds/7190659048886558196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2010/11/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/7190659048886558196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/7190659048886558196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2010/11/today.html' title='HOW CAN I FORGET YOU?'/><author><name>Nice Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974785608766830543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQKScPsZEZhyuxQqgWh2daDjvHj_MzlfBkoVhZG9RgEc1-a86myQ2HVA7MRm1jpGlG-kC3_vlMcD3qizIDd_nfSL5JEBeVUXQYleicMFbYAg5_0XUZEfULiIqxBqp3Ww/s220/P13-06-09_17.51_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683448637844529057.post-586652308574245760</id><published>2010-11-08T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T15:05:13.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;TRAFFIC LIGHT&quot;  Sad-Love -Pain&quot;(</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/THv-ejC_PZo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/THv-ejC_PZo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot; allowScriptAccess=&quot;never&quot; allowFullScreen=&quot;true&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;When you love someone and there is a need to let go just think that loving them so much doesn&#39;t always mean they&#39;re the right one for us. Sometimes we should weigh things out for the better, not only for ourselves but also for the persons who  love us no matter what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go doesn&#39;t mean giving up! but rather accepting that there are things that cannot be. Not all things are perfect! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing to do is letting go...&lt;br /&gt;not because you want to...but because you have to ...&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/feeds/586652308574245760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2010/11/traffic-light-sad-love-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/586652308574245760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/586652308574245760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2010/11/traffic-light-sad-love-pain.html' title='&quot;TRAFFIC LIGHT&quot;  Sad-Love -Pain&quot;('/><author><name>Nice Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974785608766830543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQKScPsZEZhyuxQqgWh2daDjvHj_MzlfBkoVhZG9RgEc1-a86myQ2HVA7MRm1jpGlG-kC3_vlMcD3qizIDd_nfSL5JEBeVUXQYleicMFbYAg5_0XUZEfULiIqxBqp3Ww/s220/P13-06-09_17.51_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683448637844529057.post-3550815629376520350</id><published>2010-10-13T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T07:13:57.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;385&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/t_Zw6yvOgOE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/t_Zw6yvOgOE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;385&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;Loneliness had invaded my lame heart once again..I don’t know when I will get rid of it..It crawls along my nerves, triggering my eyes to shed off tears..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;How can I forget that excruciating night  when I discovered that my notions turned out to be real? The revelation hit me hard that at first shocked me and brought out frustrations and agony. ..   It seems somebody else had taken my place in your heart?  But what can I do?  I knew from the very start that this time will come, that I should face the reality..I can’t blame you though, and this is my solemn confession..This feeling is unstoppable I suppose but I can’t give you all that you’ve been wanting from me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;Inspite of all these odds,  I believe that everything happens  for a purpose..however I still cannot solve the underlying mystery why I  keep on  yearning for your love… is it funny? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;And now, I’ve made up my mind, to continue loving you whatever it takes.. Even though it is unjust, unfair..unacceptable.. and I hope time will come that all the misery will leave and I’ll finally never miss a thing about you….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/feeds/3550815629376520350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2010/10/emo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/3550815629376520350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/3550815629376520350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2010/10/emo.html' title='EMO'/><author><name>Nice Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974785608766830543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQKScPsZEZhyuxQqgWh2daDjvHj_MzlfBkoVhZG9RgEc1-a86myQ2HVA7MRm1jpGlG-kC3_vlMcD3qizIDd_nfSL5JEBeVUXQYleicMFbYAg5_0XUZEfULiIqxBqp3Ww/s220/P13-06-09_17.51_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683448637844529057.post-1069997251583645969</id><published>2010-08-12T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T08:22:58.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I&#39;LL BE OVER YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://static.lovequote.com/picture-quotes/breaking-up-quotes.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 366px; height: 555px;&quot; src=&quot;http://static.lovequote.com/picture-quotes/breaking-up-quotes.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3333FF;&quot;&gt;Am I really a  fool?  Do I always be the one to kiss the pain? Now, I can explain the odd feeling I had this crisp morning.  Instead of appreciation,  upon finding out the pleasant surprise I   delightedly handed out  to you, it only  gained  an unexpected  mockery  .. Though  I&#39;m aware  that everything and every move I made was  already mundane to you,   this still  triggered too much disappointment  in me, I was really annoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3333FF;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal; &quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3333FF;&quot;&gt;Times were spent the entire  day  with  crazy thoughts and  questions  running in my  distressed mind. The trouble with you is your inconsistency&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3333FF;&quot;&gt;and  incomprehensibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal; &quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3333FF;&quot;&gt;… and our differences which  presumably  would never be patched up anymore…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3333FF;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal; &quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3333FF;&quot;&gt;Does true love really exist?  I guess, this is just a one-way affair of the heart… apparently, you just love the idea of loving and you’re not really in love with me…everything  is now clear  ..The trust and respect are not really present from the very start….Do we deserve each other?  I’m hoping  we do, but I’m afraid we don’t…It’s so unfortunate  of me, that I still hang on to this fanatical   feeling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3333FF;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal; &quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3333FF;&quot;&gt;And  finally,  do I have to give up now?  I know that this is the most difficult part of  it..This has been like a glass that ‘s already broken and putting back the pieces might only hurt me….but I have to be brave and strong to face it all……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0); &quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I never knew until that moment how bad it could hurt to lose someone you never really had.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#3366FF;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:large;&quot;&gt;As soon as forever is through, I&#39;ll be over you.  --Toto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/feeds/1069997251583645969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2010/08/ill-be-over-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/1069997251583645969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/1069997251583645969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2010/08/ill-be-over-you.html' title='I&#39;LL BE OVER YOU'/><author><name>Nice Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974785608766830543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQKScPsZEZhyuxQqgWh2daDjvHj_MzlfBkoVhZG9RgEc1-a86myQ2HVA7MRm1jpGlG-kC3_vlMcD3qizIDd_nfSL5JEBeVUXQYleicMFbYAg5_0XUZEfULiIqxBqp3Ww/s220/P13-06-09_17.51_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683448637844529057.post-6696576673486924891</id><published>2010-08-10T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T21:30:12.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU&#39;RE THE ONE I LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;385&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/yLOmfLF8pPQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/yLOmfLF8pPQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;385&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU&#39;RE THE ONE I LOVE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night, every day,&lt;br /&gt;you&#39;re the one I always dream of.&lt;br /&gt;Every line of your face is sketched so plain inside my heart.&lt;br /&gt;You&#39;ve grown so deep inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;You&#39;re everything I feel and see,&lt;br /&gt;and you&#39;re the one, you&#39;re the one I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life, all my love,&lt;br /&gt;I can feel when you&#39;re beside me.&lt;br /&gt;All that&#39;s right, all that&#39;s wrong&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly becomes so clear.&lt;br /&gt;But you have got somebody else&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s hard for me to tell myself&lt;br /&gt;And you&#39;re the one,&lt;br /&gt;you&#39;re the one I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you could move me enough to believe&lt;br /&gt;In love one more time.&lt;br /&gt;All I need to know for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Is that you&#39;re mine,&lt;br /&gt;mine for a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;If our friends all around&lt;br /&gt;find it hard to understand us,&lt;br /&gt;you and I understand&lt;br /&gt;the other one so very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that&#39;s what I&#39;ve been looking for,&lt;br /&gt;so I keep coming back for more,&lt;br /&gt;&#39;cause you&#39;re the one,&lt;br /&gt;you&#39;re the one I love.&lt;br /&gt;You&#39;re the one,&lt;br /&gt;you&#39;re the one I love.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/feeds/6696576673486924891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2010/08/youre-one-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/6696576673486924891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/6696576673486924891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2010/08/youre-one-i-love.html' title='YOU&#39;RE THE ONE I LOVE'/><author><name>Nice Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974785608766830543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQKScPsZEZhyuxQqgWh2daDjvHj_MzlfBkoVhZG9RgEc1-a86myQ2HVA7MRm1jpGlG-kC3_vlMcD3qizIDd_nfSL5JEBeVUXQYleicMFbYAg5_0XUZEfULiIqxBqp3Ww/s220/P13-06-09_17.51_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683448637844529057.post-8394542176278886704</id><published>2010-08-03T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T02:47:56.534-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="best stories"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="emotional"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="emotions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life quotes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lifestyle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my stories"/><title type='text'>We Learn From Our Mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQoPQxc2jQUEgc-oTXRu6cxn8Hc_emaC1PFv_qIHRxaliZSBZi530lFGaPDO8oUwcYiMnPU8v0Ri-pVb7PijrjjqyL_8UIsMq0coWdfmYr2Stz5HrDueY_Upx0rHw_qKxded23c0B565Ja/s1600/image.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 315px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQoPQxc2jQUEgc-oTXRu6cxn8Hc_emaC1PFv_qIHRxaliZSBZi530lFGaPDO8oUwcYiMnPU8v0Ri-pVb7PijrjjqyL_8UIsMq0coWdfmYr2Stz5HrDueY_Upx0rHw_qKxded23c0B565Ja/s320/image.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501209829593398402&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;If we are to face the everyday struggles of our life with a feeling that we are like to succumb,when we think of our past mistakes that we didn&#39;t intend to do,  we are most likely getting sick, tired, exhausted...I&#39;ve been experiencing it everyday in my job, a very unwanted situation, but, I&#39;ve got no choice..well, who like pressures to come into our lives anyway? It&#39;s not healthy anymore...I want to quit, but I can&#39;t..not now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could turn back the hands of time, I&#39;ll never put my shoes in this ordeal that brought me hundred torments. If only I was given the chance to choose people whom I should  go along with  in this situation I have in my present job, I could have done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know that I&#39;m the only one who can make remedy on it...I can always find my way  out of it..I should consider rewarding online job now..prioritize it.. this  difficulty is only in the mind.. don&#39;t take life seriously..I don&#39;t want to be the author of my own life misery...I should act earlier before it&#39;s too late...&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/feeds/8394542176278886704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-learn-from-our-mistakes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/8394542176278886704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/8394542176278886704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-learn-from-our-mistakes.html' title='We Learn From Our Mistakes'/><author><name>Nice Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974785608766830543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQKScPsZEZhyuxQqgWh2daDjvHj_MzlfBkoVhZG9RgEc1-a86myQ2HVA7MRm1jpGlG-kC3_vlMcD3qizIDd_nfSL5JEBeVUXQYleicMFbYAg5_0XUZEfULiIqxBqp3Ww/s220/P13-06-09_17.51_edited-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQoPQxc2jQUEgc-oTXRu6cxn8Hc_emaC1PFv_qIHRxaliZSBZi530lFGaPDO8oUwcYiMnPU8v0Ri-pVb7PijrjjqyL_8UIsMq0coWdfmYr2Stz5HrDueY_Upx0rHw_qKxded23c0B565Ja/s72-c/image.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683448637844529057.post-1453914477852808132</id><published>2010-07-21T16:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T16:37:28.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STYLE ALA EH..BAKIN GA GANIRE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3412/3446789835_b4146b7d87.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3412/3446789835_b4146b7d87.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;Our province is certainly a one place which is rich with unique style, traits, culture, etc..Specifically, in our own dialect. We maybe a Tagalog speaking folks, but I must be proud to say that there are some words that only a real Batangueño can understand. And we must not discount the fact, that our accent and intonation has been very popular in many movies and has been imitated to trigger more fun in comedy films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help but post and share the content of this email I’ve received through a friend originated from an unknown source. For a more exciting reading, I suggest that anybody who read this to recite this aloud with the proper accent of a true Batangueño, check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;MGA BALITANG BATANGAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airplane Crashes in Batangas&lt;br /&gt;Tinanatanong ng reporter ang testigo sa pag crash ng eroplano sa Malapad na Parang, Lobo, Batangas&lt;br /&gt;Media: Manong, paki describe nga ho ng airplane crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamay: Tinatangla ko laang ang buwig na sabang malapit ko nang tibain ay nasiglawan ko ang usok na pasirok ang dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Media: Ano ho ba ang una ninyong nakita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamay: Aba’y una nga’y pasirok, maya-maya’y nagbatirok sumunod ay pairok-irok. Iyunnnn, ay di saka sumalpok tapos ang katapusa’y sumabog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Media: Ano ho?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barilan naman sa Tanauan, Batangas&lt;br /&gt;Media: Ano ho ba ang nangyari?&lt;br /&gt;Mamay: Kami laang naman ho’y nakaungkot dine sa balisbisan ng bahay. Ay maya-maya ho ay bigla na laang na nagdagaaban, tapos nagpalahawan ay di kami naman ho’y nagkaripasan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Media: Ano daw?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—-=——- ——— ——— -&lt;br /&gt;An airplane crashed at a town in Batangas (again).&lt;br /&gt;MEDIA: Manong, pakilarawan po ang nangyari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLO: Ala eh, nakow, garne ga utoy… Kakaalmusal ko laang, gayak ako’y sisinsay sa kahanggan, ay natan-awan ko yaan sa alapaap ay nagsisilab. Bago sumirok ng papagay-on na kala mo’y papatak. Ginagaling na laang at sa sukalang are sumugba, ay kung sa kabayanan ga, ay di panay mga utas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEDIA: Ho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ire pa ang isa…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vehicular Accident in Batangas&lt;br /&gt;MEDIA: ‘Lo, kayo daw po’ng saksi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLO: Ay uwoh! Ika’y pumarne dine sa silong. Kung ako pa naman ang dadais sa iyo para magsalaysay ay sulong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEDIA: ‘Sensya na po sa abala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLO: Ako’y naka-ungkot laang dine at karakaraka’y ako’y nagitla sa busina. May mag-inang hasing-hasi pa ng paghihikap ay gab-eng gab-e na! Bakin ga aring dyip ay saksakan ng tulin??? Ay di ako’y palakat na sa mag-inang di naiingli! Aba’y maiipit na’y naka-umis pa! Kainaman. Hayown!&lt;br /&gt;Sa pag-iwas ng dyip ay sumalya sa tarangka, tiklap ang tapaludung lasa ko’y kawangki ng nilamukos na kiche.&lt;br /&gt;Pagkakabugnot ng drayber!&lt;br /&gt;Ngalngal e!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEDIA: Ano daw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Important Note&lt;/span&gt;: THIS IS NOT INTENDED TO OFFEND MY &quot;KABABAYANS&quot;...In fact, I&#39;m really really proud to be a Batangueña!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/feeds/1453914477852808132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2010/07/style-ala-ehbakin-ga-ganire.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/1453914477852808132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/1453914477852808132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2010/07/style-ala-ehbakin-ga-ganire.html' title='STYLE ALA EH..BAKIN GA GANIRE?'/><author><name>Nice Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974785608766830543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQKScPsZEZhyuxQqgWh2daDjvHj_MzlfBkoVhZG9RgEc1-a86myQ2HVA7MRm1jpGlG-kC3_vlMcD3qizIDd_nfSL5JEBeVUXQYleicMFbYAg5_0XUZEfULiIqxBqp3Ww/s220/P13-06-09_17.51_edited-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3412/3446789835_b4146b7d87_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683448637844529057.post-3660119312110054849</id><published>2010-07-21T16:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T16:32:17.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COULDN&#39;T  FIND A REASON</title><content type='html'>Here I am once again, all alone, confused and wondering why I haven’t gotten over  you…can’t find any reason why the feeling  is still pounding for you…You, who brought me thousand heartaches, broke my heart not only once, made me cry every now and then..still occupy my pitiable soul..&lt;br /&gt;I have danced inside your eyes, have kissed inside your heart, and have done even the most stupid stuff, rocking each other’s world.  But everything I did wasn’t  good enough to make things work for us. &lt;br /&gt;Now, it seems it’s over..so many words have been spoken and left unspoken, could no longer recover what has been lost..Loneliness fills me up inside and what has been left behind are happy but painful memories.  I’m living in regrets, my heart is in vain, my life is empty searching for reasons….&lt;br /&gt;And if there’s one thing I must do now is to never let you know that I feel like bleeding.  Facing with much outcry coz you left me with no choice but to make you feel that losing me  would  be your enormous loss…not mine..</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/feeds/3660119312110054849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2010/07/couldnt-find-reason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/3660119312110054849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/3660119312110054849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2010/07/couldnt-find-reason.html' title='COULDN&#39;T  FIND A REASON'/><author><name>Nice Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974785608766830543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQKScPsZEZhyuxQqgWh2daDjvHj_MzlfBkoVhZG9RgEc1-a86myQ2HVA7MRm1jpGlG-kC3_vlMcD3qizIDd_nfSL5JEBeVUXQYleicMFbYAg5_0XUZEfULiIqxBqp3Ww/s220/P13-06-09_17.51_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683448637844529057.post-6488502024812888447</id><published>2010-04-15T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T07:52:49.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Started..It Ended One Summer…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_233/1202113306C60V35.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;&quot; src=&quot;http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_233/1202113306C60V35.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;“Love knows no rules, you could fall in love with the right person, but still find yourself  at the wrong track. You could also fall for the wrong person but find yourself at the right path. “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could still recall vividly how  I met you  one summertime. I met the right person at a wrong time…at a wrong place.. It started with just a simple hello..never expecting that a special relationship it would blown into.. A connection between two  right people on a wrong circumstances..and though we were oblivious to the fact that it is heading to something irrational and deplorable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with happy moments that paved the way for a bond to develop between us..it was extraordinary for me as I have always been telling you.. it was so special that it  got more intense as the days went by..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started when I felt my knees shaking, my heart trembling, my blood seemed to be draining..All along I was on a puzzle and a thousand thrill captivated my heart…as if this will go on eternally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I began to realize the damn truth..this should not go on forever.. I started to notice you were the one who first discerned that it’s heading to something  not right and unjust..and then you were lost for a period of time….can no longer find even a single trace of you..you have left me in the air….but somehow it relieved me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s when I started to ask myself  ”why..what..how..”  Why should it be this way? …. What am I looking for? What are we heading for? How come I indulged myself with this kind of a mess? This is just a fantasy…this is unreal!!!! I was screaming in my solitude…I didn’t look for you..it was you who found me… I was happy even before you came into my life..I wished I had never known you….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now you’re coming back with promises that are only  meant to be broken ..that’s always too good to be true..but I have come to my senses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I guess the foolishness is over… I was wrong in thinking that holding on will make me strong but I must say that letting go will make me stronger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it’s summertime once again…and finally I’m picking up the broken pieces of the wasted dream…. the feeling was gone…never to come back anymore….but who knows what lies ahead?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;“There are things that we never want to let go of, people we never want to leave behind. But keep in mind that letting go isn’t the end of the world, it’s the beginning of a new life.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/feeds/6488502024812888447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-startedit-ended-one-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/6488502024812888447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/6488502024812888447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-startedit-ended-one-summer.html' title='It Started..It Ended One Summer…'/><author><name>Nice Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974785608766830543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQKScPsZEZhyuxQqgWh2daDjvHj_MzlfBkoVhZG9RgEc1-a86myQ2HVA7MRm1jpGlG-kC3_vlMcD3qizIDd_nfSL5JEBeVUXQYleicMFbYAg5_0XUZEfULiIqxBqp3Ww/s220/P13-06-09_17.51_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683448637844529057.post-2883897525680212235</id><published>2009-12-25T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T09:43:46.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Touching Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;Hope you pause for a few minutes and take time to read these two beautiful stories I want to share with everyone.&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a rich Dad took his son on a trip because he wanted to show to him how poor some people can be. They spent time on the farm of a poor family. On their way home, Dad asked &quot;how&#39;s the trip? Did you see how poor some people can be?&quot; &quot;Yes Dad&quot;..Dad asked &quot;what did you learn? The boy replied, &quot;We have one dog, they have four. We have a pool, they have an endless creek. At night, we have fancy lanterns, they have the stars. We buy food, they grow theirs. We have walls for protection, they have friends. Dad, you showed me how poor we are.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Antichrist couple had a son. They never introduced nor mentioned God to their son. One day the couple was killed in front of him. Their neighbor adopted the child and enrolled him in a Christian school. They told the teacher that the boy didn&#39;t know anything about God. During class, the teacher showed a picture of Jesus and asked &quot;who among you knows this man?&quot; The child raised his hand, the teacher was shocked. The child answered &quot;He was the man holding me tight when my parents died.&quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/feeds/2883897525680212235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-touching-stories.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/2883897525680212235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/2883897525680212235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-touching-stories.html' title='Two Touching Stories'/><author><name>Nice Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974785608766830543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQKScPsZEZhyuxQqgWh2daDjvHj_MzlfBkoVhZG9RgEc1-a86myQ2HVA7MRm1jpGlG-kC3_vlMcD3qizIDd_nfSL5JEBeVUXQYleicMFbYAg5_0XUZEfULiIqxBqp3Ww/s220/P13-06-09_17.51_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683448637844529057.post-5636448011593855198</id><published>2009-09-21T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T18:08:44.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And They Called Me Amie</title><content type='html'>I guess that 99% of us like our own name, of course I am one of those who like and love my name very much. It&#39;s just my nickname but this is what my dear loved ones and friends used to call me. I just want to share the meaning of my name  which I have research a long time ago from a site that I could no longer recall. So here it is:&lt;br /&gt;The Meaning of Amie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. &lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. &lt;br /&gt;You have the classic &quot;Type A&quot; personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;You master any and all skills easily. You don&#39;t have to work hard for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you&#39;ll knock down anyone who gets in your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It&#39;s easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don&#39;t stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe,  I can say that it is only  90% true to my personality. I just want to be myself the natural way, as my friends can see is what they get from me.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/feeds/5636448011593855198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-they-call-me-amie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/5636448011593855198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/5636448011593855198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-they-call-me-amie.html' title='And They Called Me Amie'/><author><name>Nice Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974785608766830543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQKScPsZEZhyuxQqgWh2daDjvHj_MzlfBkoVhZG9RgEc1-a86myQ2HVA7MRm1jpGlG-kC3_vlMcD3qizIDd_nfSL5JEBeVUXQYleicMFbYAg5_0XUZEfULiIqxBqp3Ww/s220/P13-06-09_17.51_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683448637844529057.post-8240732643377148503</id><published>2009-07-25T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T21:36:13.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past 100 Days of My Life</title><content type='html'>After being silent for quite some time, I found myself again writing another blog on what had transpired during the past 100 days of my life..Well, these are typical busy days of my never ending busy life..But somehow, there were extraordinary occurrence of something which up to now confuses my mind. Looking back, the first few days were full of wild unexpectations and I called very exceptional and strange in the sense that it happened for the first time in my entire existence in this complicated world. With a touch of complicity, I did find myself indulged in a &quot;too good to be true&quot; friendship in the web that developed by the flooding of endless chat messages whether online or offline and some invitations in different social websites...Little did I realize that this will bring myself emotional complexities...It hurts a lot when you assume of something which later turned out to be untrue and it hurts you more if you feel and found out that you have been  a fool..when you finally come to your senses and realized  how  stupid you have become..There were lessons learned the hard way..never make a decision when you are angry and never make promises when you are happy.. The last few days are the times to weigh things out .. eventually the hard feelings will be gone and the resentment will be finally thrown into the trash..But anyway there are still a lot more of  important  things  to be thankful for during the past 100 days .. I still have my loving family beside me and a circle of true friends around me..and of course I have been blessed with another job which is very well compensating  .. and most of all I have my strong faith with God, the Father almighty..</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/feeds/8240732643377148503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2009/07/past-100-days-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/8240732643377148503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/8240732643377148503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2009/07/past-100-days-of-my-life.html' title='The Past 100 Days of My Life'/><author><name>Nice Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974785608766830543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQKScPsZEZhyuxQqgWh2daDjvHj_MzlfBkoVhZG9RgEc1-a86myQ2HVA7MRm1jpGlG-kC3_vlMcD3qizIDd_nfSL5JEBeVUXQYleicMFbYAg5_0XUZEfULiIqxBqp3Ww/s220/P13-06-09_17.51_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683448637844529057.post-8116370985811512580</id><published>2009-07-25T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T08:15:23.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:nDpIFM1h2L7A8M:http://psychcentral.com/blog/images/jobburnout.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 98px;&quot; src=&quot;http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:nDpIFM1h2L7A8M:http://psychcentral.com/blog/images/jobburnout.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you react if having been working for almost a decade in a company, you still feel unappreciated despite the stress and pressures you have been experiencing?  I have been in the company for almost 9 years.. the first few years were full of fun and challenges because it was a totally different job for me since it&#39;s not related from my course in college.. but somehow i have learned the job easily because I&#39;m a dedicated person when it comes to career and have learned to love it since I have helped a lot of people. But of course, there are times that I feel bored and exhausted due to stress..I am a graduate of Accountancy, and had shared my knowledge with some financing companies before,  perhaps, I&#39;m just missing my passion, to do again the debit and credit transaction, journalize entries, preparing financial statements, balance sheets, etc, etc..and this job that is burning me out is medical related (not really my field of expertise) and sad to say, it&#39;s not fairly compensating,  or maybe because I&#39;ve got a more new challenging job as a virtual assistant and have been moonlighting for already three months todate which at first was only intended to be on a part time basis  but eventually  engaged myself on a fulltime shift in the grave hours of the night. I&#39;m now in the dilemna on whether I should resign from my long time job or not. I&#39;m also worried on my health because of too much stress..and most of all I was deprived of my time to attend fellowship every Sunday since I&#39;m being obliged to work even on that day.  But it&#39;s up to the Lord for Him to guide me on all my decisions and He knows what is best for me &lt;br /&gt;since He knows the real desire of my heart.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/feeds/8116370985811512580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2009/07/burn-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/8116370985811512580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/8116370985811512580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2009/07/burn-out.html' title='Burn Out'/><author><name>Nice Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974785608766830543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQKScPsZEZhyuxQqgWh2daDjvHj_MzlfBkoVhZG9RgEc1-a86myQ2HVA7MRm1jpGlG-kC3_vlMcD3qizIDd_nfSL5JEBeVUXQYleicMFbYAg5_0XUZEfULiIqxBqp3Ww/s220/P13-06-09_17.51_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683448637844529057.post-7419032083182413212</id><published>2009-06-23T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T16:35:33.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vanishing Chivalry</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv=&quot;Content-Type&quot; 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	mso-style-qformat:yes; 	mso-style-parent:&quot;&quot;; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin-top:0in; 	mso-para-margin-right:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	mso-para-margin-left:0in; 	line-height:115%; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:11.0pt; 	font-family:&quot;Calibri&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I was not used to be being observant before, but this afternoon after visiting my mother in &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my hometown, I rode on a bus to go home.. Unfortunately the bus was already full of passengers and some of them were standing.. I said to myself “&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;bahala na”&lt;/i&gt; because it’s already getting dark and I all I wanted was to get home to prepare dinner for my family.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;And I found myself&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;standing holding a grip in one of the back seat,&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I manage myself not to be pushed everytime the bus was loading and unloading passenger.. I got annoyed and irrititated, the driver should no longer pick up passengers since the bus is already full...and upon gazing up to the people standing&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;like a queue at &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the aisle, I noticed that most of us were ladies and alas , most of the passengers&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;that were very lucky to occupy &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a comfortable seat were men .. and the sight &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;pissed me off especially that &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;they were all pretending not seeing the ladies standing. .some were perhaps pretending to be in deep slumber, some were using their cellphone maybe texting or playing games, they just simply making “&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;deadma&lt;/i&gt;” to us...me and my big mouth..i was not able to control myself as I uttered in a not so loud voice to the woman &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;standing next to me, “&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;di na pala uso ngayon ang boy scout&lt;/i&gt;” ..where are the Filipino values nowadays? It’s a sad thing that it’s already vanishing..from generation to the next generation..I hope I’m wrong..&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/feeds/7419032083182413212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2009/06/vanishing-chivalry.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/7419032083182413212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/7419032083182413212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2009/06/vanishing-chivalry.html' title='The Vanishing Chivalry'/><author><name>Nice Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974785608766830543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQKScPsZEZhyuxQqgWh2daDjvHj_MzlfBkoVhZG9RgEc1-a86myQ2HVA7MRm1jpGlG-kC3_vlMcD3qizIDd_nfSL5JEBeVUXQYleicMFbYAg5_0XUZEfULiIqxBqp3Ww/s220/P13-06-09_17.51_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683448637844529057.post-6533706675603147463</id><published>2009-06-18T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:33:43.697-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="emotions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="father&#39;s day"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lifestyle"/><title type='text'>Father in Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;  I was born twenty five years after he was born.   My Dad, according to my Mom, had never been so happy before until I came to existence.  I was their first born, their first bundle of joy and brought to them so much happiness.  I was his inspiration to work doubly hard and everything he planned was for my future.  As far as I can recall when I was still a bubbly little girl, he used to bring me “&lt;em&gt;pasalubong&lt;/em&gt;” everytime he went home from   work.  He was a perfect father for me, he showed to me all his affections. He was my first mentor and taught me a lot of things, playing and strumming the guitar is one of the unforgettable.  In return, I also showered him with lots of love and respect and set myself a role model for my younger siblings. When I was in elementary, modesty aside, I was always on top of our class and my father, who’s very proud of me,   used to tell his “&lt;em&gt;compadres&lt;/em&gt;”(friends), “&lt;em&gt;manang mana yang anak ko sken, hehe&lt;/em&gt;”.  With all those complimentary remarks coming from his mouth, I eventually grew up  with self-worth and developed  more a sense of  confidence. I grew up idolizing him, everything turned out well and materialized according to his plan for me. I’m not selfish but I knew I was his favourite among his children.   I had this complacent belief that nothing unpleasant could ever come upon us.&lt;br /&gt;            But even if we were happy and contented with the simple joys we have in our life, he felt that there was an urgent necessity to augment the family income because we were growing up. Then he decided to go to a faraway place to look for greener pastures.  Yes, he succeeded and our family lived comfortably and enjoyed the material things that we could afford to have.  Amidst the fact that he had to live apart from us, it’s a sacrifice and that’s the price we have to pay. &lt;br /&gt;           However, no one is perfect, no situation is perfect  and then something went wrong. I was in my high school years when we discovered that he (like any other human being) is vulnerable to temptation. We found out that he had an affair with “other woman” in that far away place.  And I could say that it was the gloomiest day of my life, I felt that the world trembled upon me and torn apart.  All my idolization for him was replaced by so much hatred and every dream shattered.  It’s a good thing that I’m not rebellious by nature, shortly afterwards that incident, I began picking up the broken pieces of my life. Although it brought a tremendous effect in my young mind, I knew that life must go on and promise myself to move on with my younger siblings to protect from harm and to take good care of and my mother who needed compassion.   In fairness to my father, he did not abandon us and he never forgot his obligations to us being a good provider as he was used to be. He did not leave us literally but we grew emotionally apart.&lt;br /&gt;                My Mom, being a martyr type, did not give up and continuously prayed and put all her faith to the Lord and ask that everything would turn back to normal because she believed that at the end of the day my Dad would still find his way back home. And God is indeed so Great, he listened to all our prayers and my father finally realized his mistakes and asked for forgiveness from God and from us.  I forgot all the grudges I kept holding on for years because he went home a sick man and it broke my heart.  By that time, I was already married and was busy with my new family and career so   I did not have much time spent with him anymore.. I knew that he wanted to make up for the lost time even if he was sick.  On my part, I still want to bring back the good old times, but it was now different.  How I wished I could turn back the hands of time and fix everything that went wrong.  How I wished I could return to be that bubbly little girl always clinging to my father.  How I wished I could give him all the comfort that he needed.&lt;br /&gt;                I felt the guilt and had the biggest regret  in my life when one day my  greatest fear  came.  My father had finally joined the Creator 36 years after I was born. I can’t even recount if the half of those years of my life with him in this world was spent meaningfully.  I was full of tears knowing that we didn’t had the chance to be bonded again with each other during his latter days.   But I cannot say that I took him for granted but the call of my career in order to support him financially was the one given priority.  But the great consolation was that he died with a clean heart because he finally received the gift of God, he became a born again Christian by faith even though he was not baptized and immersed in the water.  And for  that reason I am pretty sure that he is now in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;                I just want to share this to all the daughters and sons  out there to grab every opportunity to show their love and respect to their fathers  even if they have share of their shortcomings before it’s too late. Don’t be shy to express your feelings of appreciation and gratitude.  We have only one biological father in this world and they deserved to be loved and shown affection......      &lt;br /&gt;                And to all the fathers in this world whose ultimate dream is to build a secure and good future for your children I salute all of you. May you continuously be blessed and guided by the Lord almighty.&lt;br /&gt;                To my father, whom I believe is in heaven right  now  who watches me every now and then, I want to thank you for bringing me into this world and for making me a good person as I am today. Without you I will never be here.... We may never spent much time together, but I will always cherish the quality times we had shared ever since I was a little girl.  I may never had the chance to say it to you when you were still alive but I want you to know that I love you very much and you will always be remembered as a perfect father for me.  Happy father’s day to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all Fathers    ==Happy Father&#39;s Day&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/feeds/6533706675603147463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2009/06/father-in-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/6533706675603147463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683448637844529057/posts/default/6533706675603147463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niceamie.blogspot.com/2009/06/father-in-heaven.html' title='Father in Heaven'/><author><name>Nice Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974785608766830543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQKScPsZEZhyuxQqgWh2daDjvHj_MzlfBkoVhZG9RgEc1-a86myQ2HVA7MRm1jpGlG-kC3_vlMcD3qizIDd_nfSL5JEBeVUXQYleicMFbYAg5_0XUZEfULiIqxBqp3Ww/s220/P13-06-09_17.51_edited-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>