<?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: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-11000221</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:15:02.252+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Calling</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the calling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01319051191207896304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000221.post-115222074479148328</id><published>2006-07-07T00:59:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T01:27:16.123+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasensiya Na Anak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/869/1600/bird.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/869/200/bird.jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Pasensiya na anak kung nabuo ka ng di pinaghandaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Pasensiya ka na kung nung bata ka'y di ko maibigay ang iyong pangangailangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Pasensiya na kung noon ika'y nadamay sa hirap ng aming buhay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Pasensiya na kung napagbuhatan kita noon ng aking kamay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Pasensiya na kung noon ika'y nadadamay sa away namin ng iyong inay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Pasensiya na kung ako'y naging pabayang ama.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/869/1600/crocodile.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/869/200/crocodile.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Mahal na mahal ka namin anak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Gagawin ko ang lahat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Makabawi lamang sa aking mga pagkukulang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Magandang edukasyon, magandang kinabukasan at marangyang buhay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lahat aking ibibigay para sa inyo lamang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pasensiya na sa aking mga pagkukulang noon...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/869/1600/crocodile.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/869/1600/bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000221-115222074479148328?l=calling-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115222074479148328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000221&amp;postID=115222074479148328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/115222074479148328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/115222074479148328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/2006/07/pasensiya-na-anak.html' title='Pasensiya Na Anak'/><author><name>the calling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01319051191207896304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000221.post-115138692735742015</id><published>2006-06-27T09:09:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T01:40:00.816+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Aking Mga Anakis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/869/1600/climb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/869/200/climb1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt; Hello po sa lahat! Ito po ang mga anakis namin. Ang panganay po namin ay si Mark Stephen. Ipinanaganak noong September 1, 1997 sa Manaoag Pangasinan. Mabait, tahimik, mahiyain, guwapo at matalinong bata. Mana sa ama siyempre. Huwag lang sanang magmana na mabilis sa chicks. Hehehe. Mama's boy po yan, as in sobra sa pagkamama's boy. Tapos spoiled po sa lahat ng bagay. Kasi nga naman unang apo sa tuhod, unang apo sa side ng misis ko at unang apo sa side ko. Oh di ba, paanong di magiging spoiled di ba. Masasabi kong matalino siya dahil marunong siyang sumagot sa lahat ng bagay, lalong lalo na pagdating sa math at science. Dun lang siguro nagmana ang panganay namin sa misis ko sa pagiging magaling sa math at pagiging mahiyain, pero sa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/869/1600/climb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;science, kaguwapohan, kilos at porma siyempre kuha lahat sa akin. Sa ngayon po ay 8 years old siya at nasa grade 4 na. Accelerated po siya ng isang taon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/869/1600/climb2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/869/200/climb2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Heto naman po ang bunso namin. Ipinanganak noong August 29, 2000. Millenium baby po siya kung tutuusin. Usapan kasi namin na misis na gumawa ng millenium baby. Hehehe (joke lang po). Nataon lang. Naku, baka magtaka kayo, kung yung isa ay mama's boy heto naman ay papa's boy. Ewan ko ba ganun lang talaga siguro pag ang anak ay lalake, malapit sa nanay at ang babae naman ay malapit sa tatay. Siyempre matalino, malambing, mabait at magandang bata. Mana parin sa akin at hindi sa nanay. Kung nagmana man kay misis ay siguro sa pagiging malambing at selosa niya. Madaldal at laging nakatingin sa salamin dahil masyadong beauty conscious. Bata palang yan ha. Mahilig sa barbie gadgets at sa totoo lang mula ulo hanggang paa ay meron siyang barbie na gamit. Tapos sa loob ng kwarto ay punong puno ng barbie toys. Nakakasakit ng ulo sa pagliligpit kapag nasa pinas ako at naglaro na yan ng mga dolls niyang barbie dahil sa dobrang dami. Sa ngayon po ay 5 years old siya at kinder na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sorry mah ha. Sa akin nagmana mga anak mo eh. Katawan na katawan palang at hugis ng mukha ay sa akin na. Kawawa ka naman. Natutuwa lang ako kapag magkakasama kami sa mall dahil hindi napagkakamalang mga anak namin kundi parang mga kapatid lang. Kaya naiisip namin lagi ng misis ko may advantage din na mag-asawa ka ng maaga dahil kapag nagtapos na sila ay malakas pa kami at kumikita pa. Yun nga lang sa umpisa ay mahirap dahil wala pa kaming trabaho ni misis nung ipanganak silang dalawa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kayo na lang po humusga kung sino ang kamukha nila. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000221-115138692735742015?l=calling-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115138692735742015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000221&amp;postID=115138692735742015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/115138692735742015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/115138692735742015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/2006/06/ang-aking-mga-anakis.html' title='Ang Aking Mga Anakis'/><author><name>the calling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01319051191207896304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000221.post-115121730220535808</id><published>2006-06-25T10:25:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T01:41:29.540+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Haayyy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Pang gabi ako ngayon sa work. Nakakatamad bumangon sa totoo lang. Pag di ka naman kumilos mas masakit lalo ang katawan mo. Anyway, I just want to say hi sa mga nagtag at bumisita sa site ko. Nakakapagod na ring magtrabaho sa totoo lang. Sana nga ang buhay ay yung pagkagising mo ay nandiyan na lahat. Hindi na kailangang magtrabaho pa. Yung paggising mo ay may pera na sa harap mo at di ka na kailangang mamroblema pa. Sana lahat ay libre. Yung parang sa napanood namin ng panganay ko sa "Doraemon" na napunta siya sa ibang dimensiyon ng mundo kung saan sila ang namromroblema kung saan nila dadalhin ang pera nila. Hahaha. Buhay nga naman kung anong napag-iisip. Pero sa totoo lang, iba parin ang feeling ng pinaghihirapan mo kesa yung hinihingi lang. Sabi nga ng misis ko, mas masuwerte parin tayo kesa sa ibang tao dahil yung iba nga halos namromroblema sa pang araw araw na ikabubuhay nila. Sana wala na lang mahirap no. Buhay nga naman talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000221-115121730220535808?l=calling-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115121730220535808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000221&amp;postID=115121730220535808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/115121730220535808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/115121730220535808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/2006/06/haayyy.html' title='Haayyy!!!'/><author><name>the calling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01319051191207896304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000221.post-115108521282826104</id><published>2006-06-23T21:20:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T01:42:24.626+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anliit Talaga Ng Mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Dumating po ako dito sa Dubai as a visit visa ng kumpare ko at dito na rin ako nakapaghanap ng work hanggang sa ma-hire ako bilang "barista". After a year napromote po akong "Shift Supervisor". Matagal na rin po ako dito sa Dubai at halos dalawang taon na rin. Last year, di ko akalain na may tatawag sa akin at nagulat na lang ako na yung kumare ko pala ay nandito rin at dito rin sa Dubai nagwowork at nasabi niya sa akin na magkasama sila ng kumpare ko. Akala ko nagbibiro lang siya pero nung makita ko nga yung number ay number ng Dubai ang gamit niya. Masuwerte rin ang kumare ko dahil malaking company ang napasukan niya "American Hospital". Isa sa mga magandang hospital dito sa Dubai. Yung kumpare ko naman ay sa Jebel Ali nagwowork as a physical therapy parin. Minsan lumalabas kami para magkita kita at kakain sa labas kapag walang magawa. Minsan naman nadadalaw sila sa store. Kahapon tumawag sa akin si Ricky (kumpare ko) at sabi niya nandito daw si Lyn Rose. Sabi ko naman, sinong Lyn Rose? Eh hindi ko maalala. Maski anong describe ang gawin niya hindi ko talaga siya maalala. Tapos kanina lang dumaan si Sarina (kumare ko) sa store ng umaga kasama ang katrabaho niya at sabing dadaan daw mamayang hapon si Lyn Rose dito. Tapos sabi ko, hindi ko talaga siya maalala. Bandang mga 4:30 pm nagulat na lang ako at nasa harapan ko na siya at doon ko lang talaga siya naalala nung makita ko siya ng personal. Hay naku hindi ko talaga maexpress ang feeling dahil sa dami ng lugar na puwede kaming magkitakita ay dito pa sa Dubai kung saan ay hindi talaga namin expected. Si Lyn Rose ay nagwo-work po sa Gulf Air at nataon na nagbakasyon ng 1 week lang sa Dubai. Biruin niyo bang halos hanapin niya lahat ng mga kakilala niya dito sa Dubai para lang may sumama sa kanya sa pagshoshopping niya. Anliit talaga ang mundo. Baka nga magulat na lang ako pagdating ng araw lahat na ng mga kaklase ko dito na kami magkitakita. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry Mah ha. Nasira tuloy ang schedule ko dahil sa unexpected na event. Di tuloy kita nachikka ng maaga pagdating ko ng bahay. Huwag tayo mag-away ha. Peace tayo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000221-115108521282826104?l=calling-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115108521282826104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000221&amp;postID=115108521282826104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/115108521282826104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/115108521282826104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/2006/06/anliit-talaga-ng-mundo.html' title='Anliit Talaga Ng Mundo'/><author><name>the calling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01319051191207896304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000221.post-115090742120139458</id><published>2006-06-21T20:07:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T01:43:27.576+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daily Routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AM Shift...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;1. Gising ng 5:10 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;2. Chikka si misis bago magluto ng almusal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;3. Luto ng almusal hanggang 5:20 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;4. Maliligo ng 5:35 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;5. Mamamalantsa ng uniform ng 5:45 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;6. Magbibihis at mag-aayos ng sarili.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;7. Kakain ng almusal ng 5:50 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;8. Pagkatapos kumain, maghuhugas ng pinagkainan at magto-toothbrush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;9. Chichikka si misis bago pumasok at magpapaalam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;10. Eksaktong 6:10 am ay papasok at mag-aabang ng bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;11. 6:45 am nasa trabaho na ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;12. Alarm ko uli ang cel ng 7:48 am tapos magpapahinga ako sa couch sa may labas ng store namin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;13. 7:50 am, start na ng work namin gang 5:10 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;14. Mga 7:00 pm or 7:30 pm nasa bahay na ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;15. Tapos bihis, luto ng ulam at magpapahinga ng mga 9:00 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PM Shift...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;1. Gising ako ng 9:00 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;2. Chikka si misis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;3. Luto ng tanghalian habang nanonood ng palabas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;4. Mamamalantsa ng uniform ng 10:30 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;5. Maliligo ng 11:00 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;6. Magbibihis at mag-aayos ng sarili hanggang 11:30 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;7. Kakain ng tanghalian hanggang 12:00 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;8. Chichikka si misis at magpapaalam bago pumasok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;9. Eksaktong 12:20pm, papasok sa trabaho at mag-aabang ng bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;10. Mga 1:30 pm o kaya 1:45pm ay nasa trabaho na ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;11. Magmumuni-muni sa labas ng starbucks bago pumasok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;12. 2:20 pm hanggang 11:30 pm (working hours).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;13. Oooppps... Siyempre, i check mabuti ang closing ng mga staff bago isara ang store dahil baka may nakalimutan at siyempre dapat sigurado sa lahat baka may nakalimutang gawin lalong lalo na mga important documents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;14. Mga 12:20 am o 12:30 am ay nasa bahay na ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;15. Magbibihis, kakain ng konti at mag-aayos ng sarili sabay pahinga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ganyan po ang pang-araw araw na schedule ko sa lahat ng araw na ginawa ng Diyos. Ooopppsss... tuwing Tuesday po ang off ko at yun ang araw na magkachat kami ng misis ko. Hehehehe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000221-115090742120139458?l=calling-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115090742120139458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000221&amp;postID=115090742120139458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/115090742120139458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/115090742120139458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-daily-routine.html' title='My Daily Routine'/><author><name>the calling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01319051191207896304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000221.post-112827816395855168</id><published>2005-10-02T22:32:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T12:50:50.436+04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want To Give It All</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Here I am again&lt;br /&gt;I've come to see you smile&lt;br /&gt;I know you understand&lt;br /&gt;I have to say again&lt;br /&gt;It's only for awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still you're always here&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for my call&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew a Way&lt;br /&gt;To give more than I do&lt;br /&gt;I want to give it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Refrain:]&lt;br /&gt;Well It doesn't happen every day&lt;br /&gt;But it happened to me once before&lt;br /&gt;Those early years I threw away&lt;br /&gt;Now I only have to hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;To make me feel so sure&lt;br /&gt;That your love is why&lt;br /&gt;I want to give it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't the minutes fly&lt;br /&gt;And hours just seem so few&lt;br /&gt;With days apart so long&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to spend my time&lt;br /&gt;When I'm so far from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still you're always there&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for my call&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew a way&lt;br /&gt;To give more than I do&lt;br /&gt;I want to give it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Refrain]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That your love is why&lt;br /&gt;I want to give it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000221-112827816395855168?l=calling-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/112827816395855168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000221&amp;postID=112827816395855168' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/112827816395855168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/112827816395855168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-want-to-give-it-all.html' title='I Want To Give It All'/><author><name>the calling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01319051191207896304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000221.post-112202719132046631</id><published>2005-07-22T13:57:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T01:44:07.456+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilang araw na lang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hay naku!!! ibang klase pala kapag malapit ka ng umuwi, parang mas lalong bumabagal yung araw habang inaantay mo yung petsa. Pauwi na ako ng August 3 at hanggang ngayon hindi ko pa alam ang mga dadalhin ko. Nakabili na ko ng relos ng panganay ko at kuwintas at hikaw naman sa bunso ko. Kay misis naman ay sapatos na skechers. Ang hirap pala kapag pauwi ka na. Hindi mo alam kung ano ang mga ipapasalubong. Mahirap din dahil wala man lang akong naipon, ang hirap kasi kapag parehas na nag-aaral ang mga bata. Masyado ng mataas ang tuition nila. Buti sana kung sa public lang kaso hindi. Sa totoo lang kasi mahirap tipirin ang mga bata lalo na sa pag-aaral kaya dapat habang bata pa sila ay pag-aralin na sa maganda para paglaki ay hindi sila nahuhuli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang araw pa ba ang aantayin ko? Hay naku, pati mga anak ko ay nagbibilang din ng araw sabi ni misis kung ilang araw pa daw ang aantayin nila para makauwi na ako. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13 DAYS&lt;/span&gt; na lang at malapit na po akong umuwi. Ansarap ng pakiramdam. Ito po ang una kong uwi sa Pinas. Tag-ulan pa naman ngayon at nakakamiss talaga dahil hindi umuulan itong bansang napuntahan ko. Hay naku, nasasabik na po talaga ako.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000221-112202719132046631?l=calling-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/112202719132046631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000221&amp;postID=112202719132046631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/112202719132046631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/112202719132046631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/2005/07/ilang-araw-na-lang.html' title='Ilang araw na lang...'/><author><name>the calling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01319051191207896304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000221.post-111889697164589109</id><published>2005-06-16T08:37:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T01:44:50.363+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nakakainip... Nakakasabik...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Wala na kong ibang bukambibig simula nung pagtongtong ng June kundi ang pag-uwi ko ng Pinas. Gustong gusto ko ng umuwi isa't kalahating buwan na lang. Balita ko pa naman ay tag-ulan na diyan sa atin kaya nagpaschedule ako ng August ang uwi ko dahil yun ang namimiss ko sa Pinas palibhasa kasi walang ulan dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss ko na talaga ang Pinas. Miss ko na rin ang pamilya ko. Nasasabik na talaga akong umuwi. Sana naman ay August na. Kung kailan malapit ka ng umuwi ay para namang lalong bumabagal ang araw. Nakakainip tuloy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000221-111889697164589109?l=calling-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/111889697164589109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000221&amp;postID=111889697164589109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/111889697164589109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/111889697164589109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/2005/06/nakakainip-nakakasabik.html' title='Nakakainip... Nakakasabik...'/><author><name>the calling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01319051191207896304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000221.post-111423384379357044</id><published>2005-04-21T09:00:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T01:45:21.696+04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Years More To Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;April 21, 2005...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaahh!!! Malapit na kong mawala sa kalendaryo. Tatlong taon na lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;HAPPY 28th BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000221-111423384379357044?l=calling-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/111423384379357044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000221&amp;postID=111423384379357044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/111423384379357044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/111423384379357044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/2005/04/3-years-more-to-go.html' title='3 Years More To Go'/><author><name>the calling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01319051191207896304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000221.post-111389923018913023</id><published>2005-04-19T12:17:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T01:45:54.826+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nge.. ok ka lang mah!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hay naku... sobrang puyat ako kagabi. Nanood kasi ako ng Godfather from part 1 to part 3. Ang haba pa naman. Nagising ako mga 10 am na kasi tumatawag na pala ang misis ko at tama bang sabihing magchikka daw ako sa kanya dahil ang alam niya eh wala ako sa bahay at baka kung nasaan daw ako. Heto po ang chikka niya at reply ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ano? satisfied ka na. inaantok pa ko eh. gising ka ng gising. i love you so much mah. baka ikaw nanlalalake kaya ka kinakabahan ha. mwaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tulog muna ko ng konti. i love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mah (4/19/2005 9:57:27 AM)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfd?Hellu! E mukhng may tnwagan k lng n friend 2 send me a msg via chka gamit acct mo.2 lang mssbi ko sau,babalik sau whatevr u'r doing so beware.2log k n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Steve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sino namang kaibigan ko ang tatawagan ko para gamitin ang acct ko eh lahat kaya kami may pasok no. ibang klase kang mag-isip ah. daig mo pa ang computer. hahaha. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mah (4/19/2005 10:00:00 AM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nani2gurado lng ako.Cge 2log k n ulit.Sori s s2rbo.Mahal n mahal po kta.Mwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Steve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you too mah. tigilan mo sana ang pag-iisip ha. miss na miss ko na kayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mah (4/19/2005 12:02:09 PM)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asan k n? Hay naku! Cge lng tamarin kng magparamdm sakn..Gus2 mo wg n taung mgpakialamanan ng buhay eh.Bhala k n s buhy m kesa naglo2kohn tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Steve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nge. ok ka lang. natutulog pa ko no. buti nagising na ko. mamamalantsa na ko tapos magluluto at maliligo. ikaw talaga. i love you. hmmm... kainis ka na ah... kundi lang kita mahal eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang hirap talagang malayo sa pamilya sa totoo lang. Makalimot ka lang magparamdam eh kung ano ano na ang iisiping tungkol sa iyo. Kunsabagay, ganyan lang talaga kapag mahal ka ng tao dahil ganyan din ako sa misis ko kapag naparanoid ako. Pero mas matindi siyang maparanoid sa akin. I love you so much mah. Huwag kang mag-alala no. Wala akong iba. Mahal na mahal ko kayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000221-111389923018913023?l=calling-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/111389923018913023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000221&amp;postID=111389923018913023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/111389923018913023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/111389923018913023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/2005/04/nge-ok-ka-lang-mah.html' title='Nge.. ok ka lang mah!!!'/><author><name>the calling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01319051191207896304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000221.post-111327482117598795</id><published>2005-04-12T06:58:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T12:27:51.886+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pledge of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've made a vow, to no one but you&lt;br /&gt;I pledge my love to forever be true&lt;br /&gt;I'll take care of you and treat you right&lt;br /&gt;I'll lay beside you all through the night&lt;br /&gt;I'll feed you and clothe you and keep you warm&lt;br /&gt;I'll hug you and kiss you and give shelter in the storm&lt;br /&gt;I'll help you and guide you and clear a path&lt;br /&gt;I'll protect you and shield you from an angry man's wrath&lt;br /&gt;I'll listen to your problems help you solve them too&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you a rainbow and let the sun shine through&lt;br /&gt;I'll take your side even if you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;Just to prove our love is strong&lt;br /&gt;I'll plant you flowers and make them grow&lt;br /&gt;They'll be a symbol of love that only we'll know&lt;br /&gt;I'll whisper your name when no one is near&lt;br /&gt;So low that only you can hear&lt;br /&gt;You'll feel my love even if we're apart&lt;br /&gt;You'll know that we are one in heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Vesta Sikora -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY WEDDING ANNIVERSARY MAH!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000221-111327482117598795?l=calling-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/111327482117598795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000221&amp;postID=111327482117598795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/111327482117598795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/111327482117598795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/2005/04/pledge-of-love.html' title='Pledge of Love'/><author><name>the calling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01319051191207896304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000221.post-111250243076874344</id><published>2005-04-03T08:21:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T01:46:41.133+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Countdown Begins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;April...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 3...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; UUWI NA KO!!! Apat na buwan na lang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000221-111250243076874344?l=calling-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/111250243076874344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000221&amp;postID=111250243076874344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/111250243076874344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/111250243076874344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/2005/04/countdown-begins.html' title='The Countdown Begins...'/><author><name>the calling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01319051191207896304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000221.post-111233190702250604</id><published>2005-04-01T08:46:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T01:47:15.556+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy... busy... busy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hay grabe!!! Andaming gawain sa trabaho. Antagal ko na ring hindi naupdate ang site ko. Mag-uupdate ka ng product expiry every saturday, every monday maintenance equipments schedule, nandiyan yung mag oorganize ka ng coffee seminar. Iba na talaga ang dedicated masyado sa work. Gagawa ka pa ng reports. Tapos magtatampo pa si misis kapag hindi ako nakapagparamdam saka sasabihing may iba ka na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry mah, wala po akong iba. Busy lang po talaga sa work. Lalo na ngayon at maraming responsibilities na binibigay ang store manager namin sa akin. Pasensiya na po. Wala na ring nadadaan sa site ko dahil wala na rin akong huling update. Ang huling update ko pa is nung February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, salamat naman at natapos ang coffee seminar namin last March 24 and I can say that it is a very successful seminar coz my area manager and our learning specialist was impressed with me. Good thing hindi ako ninerbiyos habang nagsasalita ko sa harap ng maraming tao. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tagabukid.blogdrive.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tagabukid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; was there together with our friends. Kaso nga lang yung isa kong kasama maski hindi kasama sa coffee seminar ay nakihalo at nakigulo, hayun tuloy at napagsabihan siya ng store manager namin. Akala mo kasi kung sino eh wala namang alam at nagmamarunong. Palibhasa kasi Pakistano. Siyempre iba pa rin ang pinoy di ba. I was been nominated as a Store Coffee Master last month so I really expect that I'm going to be more busy not unlike before but I hope I can still manage no matter how busy I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos ng coffee seminar namin nagpunta kami ng Global Village nina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tagabukid.blogdrive.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tagabukid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; and it's time for me to have fun after my work. We watch the singing contest and I was impressed the way the little girl sing the song and she won for a third place. Grabe, birit queen talaga siya para sa akin. Biruin mo ba namang mga binatilyo ang mga kalaban. Pagdating ng bahay, plakda agad ako sa sobrang pagod at puyat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I would like to say thank's for the support and prayers from my family and I hope God will always be there for us. Salamat din sa mga kapamilya ko dito sa Dubai, si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tagabukid.blogdrive.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tagabukid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; at ang pamilya ni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bulalakaw.blogdrive.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bulalakaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belated Happy Easter to all of you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000221-111233190702250604?l=calling-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/111233190702250604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000221&amp;postID=111233190702250604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/111233190702250604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/111233190702250604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/2005/04/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy... busy... busy...'/><author><name>the calling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01319051191207896304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000221.post-110905922544052813</id><published>2005-02-14T02:14:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T01:47:46.833+04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Valentine Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ilang araw ko ng laging tinatawagan para i-greet si misis ng "Happy Valentine". Tapos noong nagchat kami naalala namin yung unang araw ng February 14 namin. Nasa Jollibee kami noon. Pang umaga ako tapos siya naman midshift. Dahil mag bf at mag gf nga kami, magka-share na kami sa locker. Pagdating na pagdating niya sabi ko sa kanya, "Mah, buksan mo yung locker para sa iyo yun, Happy Valentine's Day. I love you so much".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko alam kung ano ang magiging reaksyon niya. Pagbukas niya ng locker namin nandoon ang tatlong puting rosas at isang card at tuwang tuwa si misis. Dahil doon nagawa pa niyang ipagyabang sa kasamahan namin sa trabaho na nakatanggap siya ng rosas galing sa akin. Yung iba naman naming kasaamahan ay naiinggit dahil may mga mag-bf at mag-gf din doon kaso ni hindi man lang sila nakatanggap ng rosas galing sa mga bf nila. Nang dahil sa akin ako pa tuloy ang nasisi dahil bat daw ako na pang umaga eh nakabili kaagad ng rosas para maibigay kay misis samantalang ang mga bf nila pagkatapos pa ng trabaho saka sila nabilhan. Sabi ko naman, papaano kasi eh doon ako nagdadaan sa farmers market tuwing papasok ako eh ang aga ng mga taong nagbebenta ng mga rosas kaya nakabili ako ng maaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ngayon, gawin ko sanang makulay ang Valentine's Day naming dalawa kaso hindi naman puwede dahil malayo kami sa isa't isa kaya naisipan ko na lang mag-alay sa kanya ng bulaklak dito sa blog ko para ipadama sa kanya ang aking pagmamahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal na mahal ko kayo mah, pasensiya ka na kung wala kang natanggap na rosas ngayong araw na ito. Alam mo kung gaano kahalaga ang okasyon na ito para sa atin kaso wala tayong magagawa kundi ang magtiis. Salamat din sa pagmamahal ninyo ng mga anak natin.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&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/11000221-110905922544052813?l=calling-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/110905922544052813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000221&amp;postID=110905922544052813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/110905922544052813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/110905922544052813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentine-memory.html' title='A Valentine Memory'/><author><name>the calling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01319051191207896304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000221.post-110905914827175821</id><published>2005-02-09T11:17:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T10:35:36.240+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day Mah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If asked why I love her I would say&lt;br /&gt;It's the sway in her hips,&lt;br /&gt;the thickness in her thighs.&lt;br /&gt;It's the lust in her lips,&lt;br /&gt;the love in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;It's the softness of her skin,&lt;br /&gt;the silk in her hair.&lt;br /&gt;It's the twist in her walk;&lt;br /&gt;it's the sweetness in her talk.&lt;br /&gt;It's the way she loves me&lt;br /&gt;that makes me love her each day.&lt;br /&gt;That is what I would say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I owe you a date... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000221-110905914827175821?l=calling-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/110905914827175821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000221&amp;postID=110905914827175821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/110905914827175821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/110905914827175821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-valentines-day-mah.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day Mah'/><author><name>the calling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01319051191207896304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000221.post-110905904985890448</id><published>2005-02-05T09:54:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T21:05:56.703+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Chikiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/869/1600/My%20Chikiting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3192/869/320/My%20Chikiting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss na miss ko na kayo!!!&lt;br /&gt;I Love You So Much &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000221-110905904985890448?l=calling-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/110905904985890448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000221&amp;postID=110905904985890448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/110905904985890448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/110905904985890448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-chikiting.html' title='My Chikiting'/><author><name>the calling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01319051191207896304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000221.post-110905901098636279</id><published>2005-02-01T20:29:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T12:31:50.493+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Terms Of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love has two terms: He Who Loves and He Who is Loved. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In love the two are reciprocal. I love and I am loved. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Between me and the one I love there is bond. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is not my love; it is not her love; it is our love; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the mysterious resultant of two affections, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a bond that enchains, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and an embrace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wherein two hearts leap with but a single joy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000221-110905901098636279?l=calling-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/110905901098636279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000221&amp;postID=110905901098636279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/110905901098636279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/110905901098636279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/2005/02/two-terms-of-love.html' title='Two Terms Of Love'/><author><name>the calling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01319051191207896304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000221.post-110905894308823724</id><published>2005-01-26T10:19:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T01:49:31.536+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Work Magic Works</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I smiled the lovely woman beside me.&lt;br /&gt;She smiled back, her large round eyes singing.&lt;br /&gt;Hard as I tried, I couldn't recall gazing at a more ravishing sight in my life. And it wasn't just physical, mind you. It was her peaceful presence, her gentle nature, her bearing both feminine and strong at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good day, isn't it?" I intoned, attempting to hide my nervousness.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, though it's a teensy bit warm," her soft voice whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth, the day was hot and the air quite still. But I was oblivious to it, caught up in the vision of the angel before me, as though the very air I breathed was part of this apparition of loveliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you... uh, doing anything tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;The princess chuckled. "Why do you ask?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I was wondering if you'd like to spend it with me . Alone if possible." My voice trembled and my chest felt like it wanted to explode.&lt;br /&gt;"Aren't you going too fast?"&lt;br /&gt;Her naughty grin gave me confidence, so I shook my head. "Nope. In fact, I think the timing is more than perfect."&lt;br /&gt;She squinted. "We'll see. If you do the right things and say the right words..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the judge -- who was infront of us -- announced, &lt;em&gt;"Dearly beloved, this is the wedding of the century!"&lt;/em&gt; At once, our parents cheered behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His excellency asked us number of questions.&lt;br /&gt;I recall answering, &lt;em&gt;"Yes, I do,"&lt;/em&gt; to each of them. He told me to put a ring on her finger, and i followed the instructions to the letter. I guess I did the right things and said the right words at that day, because my bride obliged my request. We did spend the rest of the day together. And the next 365 days thereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's been a month since, and I've learned some truths about being a lover.&lt;br /&gt;One is that all apparitions of loveliness, no matter how lovely, will not last. After awhile, every enchanting princess becomes a broom-riding witch. (And I, the gorgeous prince in her eyes, turns into an insect-munching, slimy-skinned, foul-smelling toad.) This happens to everybody. No exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's the second truth I've learned: That this too isn't a parmanent condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That if I keep on &lt;em&gt;doing the right things&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;saying the right words&lt;/em&gt; each day -- I can bring back our romance to life again. &lt;em&gt;If I continue to say "Yes" to God's questions of love, and follow his instructions to the letter... the apparition of loveliness in my heart returns.&lt;/em&gt; No doubt about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a kiss, the frog becomes a prince again -- and the witch a lovely princess once more. Yes, it is magic, but magic that you work very hard for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To my forever bride, thank you for a magical years. The many times we laughed. The many times we cried. Even the many times we fought -- and ended up in each others' arms before the end of each day. Yes, you are the most beautiful gift God has ever given me. Next to God, you will always be the greatest thing that ever happened to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000221-110905894308823724?l=calling-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/110905894308823724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000221&amp;postID=110905894308823724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/110905894308823724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/110905894308823724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/2005/01/hard-work-magic-works.html' title='Hard Work Magic Works'/><author><name>the calling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01319051191207896304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000221.post-110905885767514797</id><published>2005-01-18T08:18:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T01:52:55.623+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 9th Year Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lahat ng tao ay halos nagdiriwang ng kanilang anibersaryo. Meron diyan nagdiriwang ng kanilang anibersaryo tuwing buwan at meron din diyan kada taon. Sa maniwala kayo't sa hindi buwan buwan at taon taon ay hindi namin nakakalimutang magbatian ng aking kabiyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 18, noong naging kami ni misis at magmula noon ay halos hindi namin matiis ang hindi magkita sa isang araw. Naaalala pa nga namin ang mga masasayang gimik namin noong maging mag GF at mag BF palang kami. Lalo na kapag natapos ang duty namin sa jollibee, ay deretso na kami ng Sankin Garden sa may UP para manood ng banda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 1, 1997 noong magbunga ang aming pagmamahalan. Isang matalino, guwapo at makulit na bata ang lumabas at para sabihin ko sa inyo ay unang apo sa side ko at sa side ni misis. Kaya naman medyo spoiled ang bata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 29, 2000 noong masundan siya ng isang anghelita. Maganda, malambing at antipatikang babae. Halos kasingganda rin ng aking misis. Makulit din at matalino. Na halos ikamatay namin ni misis noong muntikan na siyang kunin ng Panginoon dahil sa sakit na bronchopneumonia. Sa awa ng Diyos, dininig ng Panginoon ang aming panalangin na huwag siyang kunin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 18, 2005, 9 years na kaming magkasama ng aking kabiyak sa hirap man at sa ginhawa. Na kahit kailan ay hindi ako iniwan ng aking pinakamamahal kahit na ano mang pagsubok na dumating sa amin ay hindi natinag ang aming pagsasamahan. Mahal na mahal namin ang isa't isa at sana nawa'y pagtibayin lalo ng Panginoon ang aming pagsasama lalo na ngayon at magkalayo kami sa isa't isa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa aking pinakamamahal, sana ay nagustuhan mo ang ipinadala kong regalo sa iyo.&lt;br /&gt;Mahal na mahal kita at sana magtagal at lalong tumibay ang ating pagmamahalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 9th Year Anniversary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Miss You So Much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000221-110905885767514797?l=calling-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/110905885767514797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000221&amp;postID=110905885767514797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/110905885767514797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/110905885767514797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-9th-year-anniversary.html' title='Happy 9th Year Anniversary'/><author><name>the calling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01319051191207896304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000221.post-110905877091353686</id><published>2005-01-16T13:56:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T01:53:34.463+04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Have The Power To Create Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I have a confession to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm having an affair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm involved with a young woman.&lt;br /&gt;It became a sexual affair.&lt;br /&gt;She became pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;She gave birth to our love child.&lt;br /&gt;It began innocently enough a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Today, this love affair is a hot, frothy, steamy, sticky relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I'ts now a heart-pounding, mind blowing, blood-rushing, hormone-explosive affair.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I forget to tell you, I did something after the affair began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I married her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm having an affair with my wife.&lt;br /&gt;I bring her to the most romantic spots on planet earth.&lt;br /&gt;Each week, we still have dinner dates&lt;br /&gt;I write silly love notes to her.&lt;br /&gt;I whisper sweet nothings in her ear.&lt;br /&gt;And when I think no one's looking, I still steal kisses from her when we we're walking in a mall. (And she still slaps me afterwards.)&lt;br /&gt;You see, I believe in one very important truth:&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE THE POWER TO CREATE LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;I don't complain, "Love has gone out of our marriage."&lt;br /&gt;People talk about love like it was some kind of fickleminded, neurotic bird that flies in and out of their life, over which they have no control.&lt;br /&gt;This is obvious in their vocabulary:&lt;br /&gt;"I've fallen in love."&lt;br /&gt;"I've fallen out of love."&lt;br /&gt;Fallen? What's that? You tripped? Got pushed? Was hit over the head?&lt;br /&gt;That means only one thing: You're a helpless VICTIM of our circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. Let me tell you, I'm completely allergic to the word "victim".&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm not a victim of my circumstances, &lt;em&gt;but I have total control over my response towards them!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen. I don't wake up every morning "feeling" great love for my wife.&lt;br /&gt;Nor does she wake up every single day thinking that I'm such a cute, great, handsome, Tom Cruise look-alike.&lt;br /&gt;But I've decided to create love in our marriage no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;So I advice married people out there:&lt;br /&gt;Have an affair with your husband.&lt;br /&gt;Have an affair with your wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the power to create love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000221-110905877091353686?l=calling-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/110905877091353686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000221&amp;postID=110905877091353686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/110905877091353686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/110905877091353686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-have-power-to-create-love.html' title='You Have The Power To Create Love'/><author><name>the calling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01319051191207896304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000221.post-110905866485864538</id><published>2005-01-10T09:30:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T01:48:56.640+04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Sickness And In Health</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ilang araw ng masama ang pakiramdam ko dahil sa tindi ng sipon at ubo ko. Gusto ko nga sanang mag sick leave kaso ayaw ko rin dahil mabuburyo lang ako sa bahay. Kanina pagdating ko ng bahay ng mga 12:30 am akala ko lalagnatin ako kasi parang ang init ng katawan ko kaya uminom kaagad ako ng panadol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko ba, pero parang hinahanap na rin ng katawan ko ang trabaho maski nahihirapan ako. Yun siguro ay dahil wala na akong libangan pang iba. Noong nakaraang araw pinauwi ako ng maaga ng manager namin kasi me TIL pa kong natira so ang ginawa ko pagkatapos kong magluto ay lumabas ako at sumakay ng bangka tapos lakad lang ng lakad kahit saan. Wala lang pantanggal lang ng lungkot at pang-aliw sa sarili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay naku... kung alam niyo lang sana ang lungkot na nadarama ko ngayon. Ang hirap talagang mahiwalay sa pamilya. Pero wala namang ibang choice. Sa hirap ng buhay sa atin eh halos lahat na siguro gustong mangibang bansa para lang kumita ng sapat. Ang hirap pang maghanap ng trabaho sa atin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala naman na akong ibang hiniling kay Lord kundi ang kaligtasan ng pamilya ko at ang hindi ako magkasakit. Kaya naiisip ko na talagang hindi niya ako pinapabayaan dahil hindi pa naman ganun kagrabe ang sama ng katawan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa iyo panginoon, maraming salamat sa patnubay at pagmamahal na inuukol niyo sa akin at sa pamilya ko. Huwag na huwag niyo po kaming pababayaan sa lahat ng bagay at naway patnubayan niyo kami sa bahat araw na lilipas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000221-110905866485864538?l=calling-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/110905866485864538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000221&amp;postID=110905866485864538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/110905866485864538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/110905866485864538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/2005/01/in-sickness-and-in-health.html' title='In Sickness And In Health'/><author><name>the calling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01319051191207896304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000221.post-110905862999545875</id><published>2005-01-09T09:53:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T08:55:37.976+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Certain Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Certain things that we have in us, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;once they are given out, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;are never meant to be taken back.&lt;br /&gt;One is the air we breath; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if we take that air back upon ourselves, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it poisons us.&lt;br /&gt;Love is another. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When love is breathed out to another human heart, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it is never meant to be taken back. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it is taken back, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it suffocates and poisons us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000221-110905862999545875?l=calling-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/110905862999545875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000221&amp;postID=110905862999545875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/110905862999545875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/110905862999545875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/2005/01/certain-things.html' title='Certain Things'/><author><name>the calling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01319051191207896304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000221.post-110905848748116553</id><published>2004-12-25T09:15:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T01:50:51.543+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedroom Showcase</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Winter na po dito sa Dubai at sobrang lamig ngayon para sa akin. Isa kasi akong taong lamigin. Iyon siguro ang disadvantage ng isang payat na katulad ko. Marahil kayo'y nagtataka kung bakit bedroom showcase ang naisip kong pamagat ng aking entry ngayon iyon ay dahil gusto kong magpasalamat sa mga taong nagbigay sa akin ng regalo ngayong paskong ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maraming maraming salamat kay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bulalakaw.blogdrive.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bulalakaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; sa malaking unan na bigay niya, kay ate Sally na kumot, kay Sprikitik na bedsheet at punda, kay Cyndee na makapal na kumot, kay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://terpsichoreans.blogdrive.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TeRpsicHorEan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; na dalawang pares na pantulog, sa kapatid niyang si Benjo na dalawang tuwalya, at kay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tagabukid.blogdrive.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tagabukid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; na mp3 na nagagamit ko habang ako'y nagpapaantok sa gabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh di ba! bedroom showcase ang dating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa inyo, muli akong nagpapasalamat sa mga regalo niyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos na ang pasko at ngayo'y susuong na naman po tayo sa panibagong taon. Oras na uli para tayo ay magbagong buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000221-110905848748116553?l=calling-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/110905848748116553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000221&amp;postID=110905848748116553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/110905848748116553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/110905848748116553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/2004/12/bedroom-showcase.html' title='Bedroom Showcase'/><author><name>the calling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01319051191207896304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000221.post-110905815321428447</id><published>2004-12-21T09:36:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T01:54:43.456+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maligayang Pasko Sa Inyong Lahat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Malapit na ang pasko. Ilang araw na lang at ipagdiriwang na natin ito pero nakakalungkot mang isipin na malayo ako sa pamilya ko. Buti na lang nandiyan sina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bulalakaw.blogdrive.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bulalakaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tagabukid.blogdrive.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tagabukid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; na nakakasama ko at siyempre para sa akin sila na ang pamilya ko dito. Doon na nga kami laging kumakain kina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bulalakaw.blogdrive.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bulalakaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt; paano kasi ang galing niyang magluto. "Master" nga kung tawagin namin siya. Tapos ngayon imbitado kami sa bahay nila para doon magpasko. Siyempre hindi mawawala ang mga regalo at kasiyahan. Ansasarap pa naman ng menu ni "master". Camaron rebosado, morcon, thai chili fish, lechon kawali, chicken divan, sotanghon soup at seafood fried rice. Oh di ba, sosi ang mga menu. Hindi ko pa alam yung Camaron rebosado ah... Never been heard... Matikman na lang pagpunta ko doon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa inyong lahat... &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MALIGAYANG PASKO AT MANIGONG BAGONG TAON!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000221-110905815321428447?l=calling-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/110905815321428447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000221&amp;postID=110905815321428447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/110905815321428447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/110905815321428447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/2004/12/maligayang-pasko-sa-inyong-lahat.html' title='Maligayang Pasko Sa Inyong Lahat'/><author><name>the calling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01319051191207896304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000221.post-110905809620347628</id><published>2004-12-14T13:48:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T10:38:21.040+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone Of Us (Stupid Mistake)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been letting you down, down&lt;br /&gt;Girl I know I've been such a fool&lt;br /&gt;Giving in to temptation&lt;br /&gt;When I should've played it cool&lt;br /&gt;The situation got out of hand&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;It can happen to..&lt;br /&gt;Anyone of us, anyone you think of&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can fall&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can hurt someone they love&lt;br /&gt;Hearts will break&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I made a stupid mistake&lt;br /&gt;It can happen to..&lt;br /&gt;Anyone of us, say you will forgive me&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can fail&lt;br /&gt;Say you will believe me&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my heart will break&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I made a stupid mistake&lt;br /&gt;A stupid mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was kind of exciting&lt;br /&gt;A little crazy I should've known&lt;br /&gt;She must have altered my senses&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I offered to walk her home&lt;br /&gt;The situation got out of hand&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stupid mistake&lt;br /&gt;She means nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;(nothing to me)&lt;br /&gt;I swear every word is true&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna lose you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Naaalala ko ang mag-iina ko kapag pinapatogtog ko itong song na ito. When I was in Philippines I download a polytones entitled "Anyone Of Us" by Gareth Gates and everytime my daughter hear this polytones we sing each other together with my eldest son and you know what, my daughter sing "weno weno pass" instead of "anyone of us" so we use to laugh each other and then she starts to laugh also. April 13, 2004 was my flight. When I was on the plane they played the song "Anyone One Of Us", then I can't imagine how hard I feel about it. My tears fall down from my eyes and I can't stop crying. It's really hard for me to left them. I miss them a lot.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000221-110905809620347628?l=calling-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/110905809620347628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000221&amp;postID=110905809620347628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/110905809620347628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/110905809620347628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/2004/12/anyone-of-us-stupid-mistake.html' title='Anyone Of Us (Stupid Mistake)'/><author><name>the calling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01319051191207896304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000221.post-110905795536494185</id><published>2004-12-08T10:01:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T01:56:01.080+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jollibee</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;That was year 1997, bagong salta ko ng Manila nadatnan ko na ang kapatid ko dun and he stays for already 5 years in Manila, while studying. He is the one that is why I was inspired to work also in Jollibee. My first outlet was in Jollibee Quezon Theater. I was running for regular during that time but unluckily I was not the one that has been choosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two years, my brother has been transfered in Jollibee Dammam so I was left alone in Manila. My next outlet was in Jollibee East Avenue and for me this is my unforgetable outlet. This is where I met my &lt;a href="http://pinkysteph-home.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wife&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga two months na ko sa outlet na to ng maghire uli ang East Avenue para sa mga bagong crew at meron isang aplikante na natanong ko kung kasama rin siya sa natanggap at sabi naman niya ay oo. So, after two weeks siguro nagstart na ang taong ito at parehas kaming opening. Counter Crew kasi ako sa lahat ng mga Jollibee na napasukan ko at himala naasign din siya bilang counter at nataon na ako ang trainor niya during that time at dahil bago palang siya four hours lang ang duty niya. So, the next day parehas uli kaming opening at nagkasabay na naman kami dun ko napansin ang hikaw niyang silver which is trip na trip ko talaga. Hiniram ko sa kanya at napatawag ako sa kanya ng "Mah, puwede ko bang hiramin ang hikaw mong iyan". Hindi ko naman alam na kikiligin pala siya sa tawag na "Mah" dahil noon pa pala niya inaasam sa sarili niya na kapag nagkaboyfriend siya, yun ang gusto niyang itawag sa kanya. Sa lahat kasi ng mga naging boyfriend niya eh wala pang tumatawag sa kanya ng ganun. Kinaumagahan naman ay off niya, hindi ko akalain na dadaan siya ng store, tapos pagkaout ko nasabi nung guard na may nag-aantay daw sa akin at tinuro niya yung bagong crew namin. Sabi ko naman, ay baka kukunin na yung hikaw na hiniram ko. Pero bago nun nasabi nung guard na may nagkaka-crush daw sa akin at sinabi niya yung bagong counter namin. Pero hindi naman ako naniniwala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week dahil lagi akong opening, yung isang kaibigan niya na naasign sa JED(Jollibee Express Delivery) nasabi sa akin na may isang customer daw na galit na galit sa akin at tatawag daw siya sa telepono para kausapin ako. So, yung araw na yun kabadong kabado ako dahil wala naman akong ginagawa at natatandaan na nakaaway na customer. Nung tumawag ba naman siya eh bigla akong binabaan ng telepono. kinaumagahan, parehas uli kaming opening dun ko na nalaman na siya ang tumawag sa akin dahil yung kaibigan niya ay daan ng daan sa likod namin at nasabi kong siya ang tumawag sa akin kahapon. Dahil ayaw naman niyang mapahiya kuntodo naman ang tanggi niya. Pero alam kong siya nga dahil panay ang ngiti nilang magkaibigan. Nung araw ding iyon, dahil nauna akong mag-out inantay ko na siya at pagkatapos kuwentohan sabay hatid ko na sa kanila. Kaso hanggang Lagro lang ako. Ayaw akong papuntahin sa kanila. After a month naging kami at hindi ko akalain na siya pala ang magiging asawa ko na kahit kailan hindi ko rin iisipin na tatagal ang relasyon naming dalawa. Sa dami ba naman ng pagsubok na dumating sa amin ay hindi nasira ang aming pag-iibigan. Sa hirap man o ginhawa, malayo man kami sa isat-isa, walang makakasira sa aming pamilya. Lalo na ngayon at may dalawa na kaming supling at malalaki na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, hindi ko akalain na sa Jollibee ko matatagpuan ang mapapangasawa ko. Kung minsan nga lagi pa naming naiisip ni misis kung paano kami nagkakilala at kung paano naging kami. Sa totoo lang, hindi ko rin alam kung bakit nagkagusto sa akin si misis eh hindi naman ako marunong pumorma. Baduy nga ako noon eh. Siya lang ang nag-ayos sa akin dahil si misis magaling sa mga "in" at alam niya yung mga uso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagpapasalamat pa rin ako sa maykapal dahil nagkaroon ako ng asawang maganda, mapagmahal, mabait, maintindihin at higit sa lahat dalawang chikiting na makulit at matalino. Siyempre guwapo at maganda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000221-110905795536494185?l=calling-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/110905795536494185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000221&amp;postID=110905795536494185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/110905795536494185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/110905795536494185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/2004/12/jollibee.html' title='Jollibee'/><author><name>the calling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01319051191207896304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000221.post-110905787105246424</id><published>2004-12-07T13:06:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T08:59:29.796+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is not just an affimation, but a negation, it implies sacrifice -- a surrender of our will, of our selfish interests, for the good of the other. It looks not to the lover's pleasure, but to the happiness of the beloved.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000221-110905787105246424?l=calling-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/110905787105246424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000221&amp;postID=110905787105246424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/110905787105246424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/110905787105246424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/2004/12/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>the calling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01319051191207896304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000221.post-110905779263162827</id><published>2004-11-30T09:18:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T01:56:57.266+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Work Only For The Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Normal is getting dress in clothes that you buy for work, driving through traffic is a car that you are still paying for, in order to get to the job that you need so you can pay for the clothes, car, and the house that you leave empty all day inorder to afford to live in it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; Ellen Goodman, Columnist &lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Many people are already working on something they love to do. But because they have a high spending lifestyle, they have to shift careers in order to earn more. But the second career isn't what they love doing-so they end up richer but miserable.&lt;br /&gt;But when we spend less, we can work less.&lt;br /&gt;When we work less, we can play more.&lt;br /&gt;When we play more, we can take the time to be better human beings.&lt;br /&gt;We will earn money but not at the expense of our faith, our loved ones, and ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;The principle: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Satisfaction is not getting what you want, but wanting what you already have.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000221-110905779263162827?l=calling-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/110905779263162827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000221&amp;postID=110905779263162827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/110905779263162827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/110905779263162827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/2004/11/dont-work-only-for-money.html' title='Don&apos;t Work Only For The Money'/><author><name>the calling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01319051191207896304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000221.post-110905771820365430</id><published>2004-11-28T08:09:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T01:57:45.376+04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tiny Human Being In My Arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;"My son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two words didn't roll off my tongue easily. The first time I said it, it felt awkward. As it didn't something fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My son."&lt;br /&gt;It felt strange. As though I was reading a script of a play. I have to practice saying it a thousand times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My son... My son... My son..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started saying it the day I found out that I had a baby boy through my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkysteph.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;wife's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt; ultrasound test, and I kept saying it to myself daily. Finally, on the afternoon of September 1, 1997 &lt;em&gt;my son &lt;/em&gt;was born. The nurse came out of the delivery room holding a tiny human being wrapped in a white sheet, his tiny face screaming to the entire world, his small hands and delicate fingers shaking nervously. "Baby Supnet?" the lady in the green surgical robe asked, looking at the room full of expectant fathers. I stood up, holding my breath. She showed me my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My son," &lt;/em&gt;I whispered--the line I'd been rehearsing for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little guy screamed, "Waaaaaaaaaah!" I'm sure that everyone in that room will swear to their graves that they didn't hear my baby say that. But I don't care. I called him, "my son," and he called me "Dad", and that's that. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;People ask me, "What did you feel at that precise moment?" and I cannot even &lt;em&gt;begin &lt;/em&gt;to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Joyful" isn't powerful enough.&lt;br /&gt;"Bliss" isn't sweet enough.&lt;br /&gt;"Peaceful" isn't calm enough&lt;br /&gt;"Happy" isn't intense enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my baby was whisked away to the nursery, I got back to my seat in the waiting room. I shut my eyes. But tears escaped them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My son."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000221-110905771820365430?l=calling-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/110905771820365430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000221&amp;postID=110905771820365430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/110905771820365430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/110905771820365430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/2004/11/tiny-human-being-in-my-arms.html' title='A Tiny Human Being In My Arms'/><author><name>the calling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01319051191207896304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11000221.post-110905599252009433</id><published>2004-06-18T20:56:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T10:15:51.570+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Is it love tonight&lt;br /&gt;When everyone's dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Of a better life&lt;br /&gt;In this world&lt;br /&gt;Divided by fear&lt;br /&gt;We've gotta believe that&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason we're here&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, there's a reason we're here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;'Cause these are the days worth livin'&lt;br /&gt;These are the years we're given&lt;br /&gt;And these are the moments&lt;br /&gt;These are the times&lt;br /&gt;Let's make the best out of our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the truth all around&lt;br /&gt;Our faith can be broken&lt;br /&gt;And our hands can be bound&lt;br /&gt;But open our hearts and fill up the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to stop us&lt;br /&gt;Is it not worth the risk?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, is it not worth the risk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause these are the days worth livin'&lt;br /&gt;These are the years we're given&lt;br /&gt;And these are the moments&lt;br /&gt;These are the times&lt;br /&gt;Let's make the best out of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Even if hope was shattered&lt;br /&gt;I know it wouldn't matter&lt;br /&gt;'Cause these are the moments&lt;br /&gt;These are the times&lt;br /&gt;Let's make the best out of our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't go on&lt;br /&gt;Thinking it's wrong&lt;br /&gt;To speak our minds&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta let out what's inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it love tonight&lt;br /&gt;When everyone's dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Can we get it right?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well can we get it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause these are the days worth livin'&lt;br /&gt;These are the years we're given&lt;br /&gt;And these are the moments&lt;br /&gt;These are the times&lt;br /&gt;Let's make the best out of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Even if hope was shattered&lt;br /&gt;I know it wouldn't matter&lt;br /&gt;These are the moments&lt;br /&gt;These are the times&lt;br /&gt;Let's make the best out of our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11000221-110905599252009433?l=calling-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/110905599252009433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11000221&amp;postID=110905599252009433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/110905599252009433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11000221/posts/default/110905599252009433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calling-blog.blogspot.com/2004/06/our-lives.html' title='Our Lives'/><author><name>the calling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01319051191207896304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
