<?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-4662086719944297407</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:53:29.204-08:00</updated><category term='shoes'/><category term='excerpt'/><category term='sharing'/><category term='PMA'/><category term='bonding'/><category term='accessories'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='chocolates'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='government'/><category term='reply'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='other&apos;s blog'/><category term='ideas'/><category term='experiences'/><category term='joke time'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='travel'/><category term='plurk'/><category term='baguio'/><category term='litratong pinoy'/><category term='food'/><category term='family'/><category term='concert'/><category term='nurse&apos;s life'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='myself'/><category term='tv shows'/><category term='cake'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='health'/><category term='love'/><category term='work'/><category term='training'/><category term='changes'/><category term='open letter'/><title type='text'>SHAMY'S VOICE</title><subtitle type='html'>'coz letting it out makes a BIG difference</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-1288621620201027765</id><published>2011-10-19T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T23:53:02.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Crave for Cravings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gallery.clickthecity.com/albums/userpics/10009/cravings.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="http://gallery.clickthecity.com/albums/userpics/10009/cravings.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I heard about the Unlimited Cake and Coffee from &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.cravingsgroup.com/content/view/76/94/"&gt;CRAVINGS&lt;/a&gt;, I know that sooner or later I'll be eating there to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after shift, my colleagues and I decided to satisfy our craving for Cravings. It was almost a month since we planned it and we knew that today is the right time to indulge to a sweet sin. For just 150pesos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(plus 10% service charge)&lt;/span&gt; I was able to try three of different cakes. Here's my idea about their cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chocolate Caramel&lt;/span&gt;- chocolate cake with melted caramel on top and choco fillings. I am a caramel and chocolate lover so I liked it. For some it may be too sweet because of the caramel and chocolate combination. My office mates tried it and they did not like it because just one cut would make you want to drink one pitcher of water but for me I love it, I estimated that it just took me 5 minutes to finish it. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Devil's Food Cake&lt;/span&gt;- The moment I entered Craving's the white icing cake caught my attention, my eyes were glowing the moment I glanced to it. I was thankful because it was one of the cake that they were offering for the Unlimited promo. The sweetness of this cake is moderate compared to the first cake I taste. It reminded me of the cake that was served during my Aunt's wedding. It is white outside but inside it is a chocolate cake with chocolate fillings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ultimate Carrot Cake&lt;/span&gt;-If you are a person who doesn't have a sweet tooth this cake is the best for you. For me it is not sweet and taste like a carrot bread. My office mates love it because of the Walnut and the simplicity of its sugar taste. I am not a fan of carrot cake so I just finished half of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The amount that I pay for was worth it. I thought that I would be able to finish more than three slice but I gave up easily. I realized that too much glucose intake would worsen my PCOS but at least I tasted the best cakes they offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**I felt sad because I don't have a camera with me so I can take the pictures of each slice of  cake so I can share it to everyone but thanks to clickinthecity.com for the pic above.&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/4662086719944297407-1288621620201027765?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1288621620201027765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=1288621620201027765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/1288621620201027765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/1288621620201027765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/crave-for-cravings.html' title='Crave for Cravings'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-3567547396322335220</id><published>2011-10-03T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T20:09:38.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Choco True Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lldLqf1MH5E/Top2xTIotBI/AAAAAAAAAdw/N5flx7OiMig/s1600/shamy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lldLqf1MH5E/Top2xTIotBI/AAAAAAAAAdw/N5flx7OiMig/s400/shamy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659466471066612754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(Choco True Confession by &lt;a href="http://food.clickthecity.com/b/Rif3b4"&gt;Cheesecake, etc.&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After shift, my officemates and I decided to eat out. Since it was already late we just wanted to eat light meals so we ended up eating at &lt;a href="http://food.clickthecity.com/b/Rif3b4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cheesecake, etc.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was my first time eating at the said resto even if I always passed by in that place. I am a cake and chocolate lover so I tried their Choco True Confession. It's same as other chocolate cake was it has this frozen icing on top that gives you a different taste to balance the choco in it. Also, the sweetness was just fine with me but I guess for some people it may be too sweet especially if you don't have a sweet tooth. If I will visit the said this resto again I will surely order the same cake. It is a MUST TRY for just Php 125.00!!!! ♥ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(together with this cake I ate Nachos for 180php only)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/4662086719944297407-3567547396322335220?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3567547396322335220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=3567547396322335220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/3567547396322335220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/3567547396322335220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2011/10/choco-true-confession.html' title='Choco True Confession'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lldLqf1MH5E/Top2xTIotBI/AAAAAAAAAdw/N5flx7OiMig/s72-c/shamy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-5533078908016863236</id><published>2011-09-26T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T00:26:15.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>REASONS WHY I CHOSE TO BE A CALL CENTER AGENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.globalgroupbuy.com/images/products/p/gb9001_p.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: right;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px; " src="http://www.globalgroupbuy.com/images/products/p/gb9001_p.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008, when I decided to join the call center industry. At first, I was hesitant because I am a Registered Nurse and my first job was in a hospital. It was not easy but I had no choice but to join the vampire's world.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As time goes by, I thank  God for bringing me to this industry because I realize there are many reasons to love the BPO world. Here let me share it to you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. HIGH COMPENSATION- compare to other jobs the salary is higher depending on the company you are working for and the account you're assign at. If you don't have any call center experience. Usually salary ranges from 14-18K for the basic. Not bad right??? And for experienced agents it ranges from 20-30K including incentives. That's a lot for a single employee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. PROMOTION- For the first company I worked for, the promotion is as fast as three months. As long as you hit your metrics (grading system in a call center setting, your goals in terms of numbers ex: QA, Attendance, etc) you'll have an increase in your salary plus a higher position, from CSA 1 to CSA 2. In a year or two you can be a supervisor. It is not the usual old offices that you need a "backer" just to be promoted. You need to perform to get to the position you want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. YOUNG GENERATION- When you think of the old school superiors, old looking man/woman will come into your mind but for this industry most of your supervisors are young (mostly 20-30 years old). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. PERKS/INCENTIVES- Aside from getting your basic salary, there are many additional incentives that you can get like  Free tumblers, referral fee(taxable), commision ( for sales account). There are many reasons for you to go to work everyday because of this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. SECOND HOME-  literally it is a home because our office gives me the comfort of being at home. I have lockers same as a cabinet, free coffee at the pantry, sleeping lounge where you can sleep even if you don't have shift and for some centers there are shower rooms as well. Having your colleagues as your second family and your office as your second home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are my reasons why I love it there but there are also reasons why I hate it. On my next post I will be sharing mt sentiments in joining the said industry. Almost all the work or things around us has its own pros and cons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*****just wanna share our training was cancelled due to typhoon 'PEDRING', first time for work cancellation... hehehe but good thing is I have the time to post this*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-5533078908016863236?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5533078908016863236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=5533078908016863236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/5533078908016863236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/5533078908016863236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2011/09/reasons-why-i-chose-to-be-call-center.html' title='REASONS WHY I CHOSE TO BE A CALL CENTER AGENT'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-8075942020685064872</id><published>2011-05-19T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T20:58:02.529-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Empanada from Ilocos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHCnGq4K9K0/TdXk9SPCxvI/AAAAAAAAAdU/pXAZAudDBgw/s1600/IMG_2389.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHCnGq4K9K0/TdXk9SPCxvI/AAAAAAAAAdU/pXAZAudDBgw/s400/IMG_2389.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608640652477908722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cM-oLM15z7Q/TdXket63O-I/AAAAAAAAAdM/jKLd9eEsr-I/s1600/IMG_2388.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cM-oLM15z7Q/TdXket63O-I/AAAAAAAAAdM/jKLd9eEsr-I/s400/IMG_2388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608640127333514210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a vacation in Ilocos Norte last week. I visited some of the popular places there as well as in Vigan even if there was a storm(Bebeng). Good thing that the sun was up at the North so we enjoyed the relaxing ambiance of place. Another thing that we did not forget was to try Ilocos' Empanada.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the pictures of the Ilocos Empanada Double Double. It is stuff with two longanisa, two boiled eggs and veggies. Crispy and tasty that makes you crave for more bites. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-8075942020685064872?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8075942020685064872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=8075942020685064872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/8075942020685064872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/8075942020685064872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2011/05/empanada-from-ilocos.html' title='Empanada from Ilocos'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHCnGq4K9K0/TdXk9SPCxvI/AAAAAAAAAdU/pXAZAudDBgw/s72-c/IMG_2389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-3983343912561794040</id><published>2011-05-15T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T18:38:27.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nurse&apos;s life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Nursing Scrubs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was browsing online and saw an interesting website&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;.  I continued browsing to check what they can offer. I found out that they offer &lt;a href="http://www.blueskyscrubs.com/categories/Scrubs/Scrubs-for-Women/"&gt;nursing scrubs&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;As a nurse nursing scrubs is one of our uniforms in the hospital. For me it is really important that my scrub tops and scrub pants are comfortable to wear. It is also important that the fit looks good on me. It is good to know that website offers uniform for men and women. It is designed to make you feel good while wearing it. When I check the women page they also produce two types of uniform. The original scrubs and the simple scrubs. The difference is that simple scrubs has simpler details compare to the original scrubs. Even if there are two types both scrubs have good quality. I own many pairs of scrub suits but some of them doesn't look good after few times of washing it and some of them I need to repair it myself to fit my physique. So now, i found the one I'm looking for. I found the best uniforms I need for work. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;Working in the medical world, it is important that you are comfortable with what you wear while doing your task since you need to hard for your patients and it is also neccessary that you are presentable while making rapport. Since I already checked the website I'll tell my girlfriends to check &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueskyscrubs.com/categories/Scrubs/Scrubs-for-Women/"&gt;http://www.blueskyscrubs.com/categories/Scrubs/Scrubs-for-Women/&lt;/a&gt; to get their own pairs. Cheap scrubs and good quality,they will surely like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/4662086719944297407-3983343912561794040?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3983343912561794040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=3983343912561794040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/3983343912561794040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/3983343912561794040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2011/05/nursing-scrubs.html' title='Nursing Scrubs'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-2597492618204366550</id><published>2011-05-04T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T07:26:43.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Letting Go is Not Easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://i.mynicespace.com/589/58994.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 534px;" src="http://i.mynicespace.com/589/58994.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I never thought that letting go of him is this hard. I never thought that everytime that there is an update on his facebook wall I would feel something inside me was hurting. Until now, I regret letting him go. I regret that I am not the best person for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe that is the reason why I am not yet committed, because deep inside my heart I am still hoping that one of these days he will come back and tell me the things that I want to hear. I know its crazy to still believe in my fantasies. I can't help it, he's there from the time my heart was broken. He made me forget my heartaches but I never expect that he would be the one who'll start a new heartbreak.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Most of posts about love talks about him. Every time that he's inside my mind I always write those thoughts in my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Actually, I informed him about my blog so that he would read it but sad to say, he's not interested to waste time on my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;This is too much. I have to forget him since he's already committed. He is happy now and I should be happy for him as well&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-2597492618204366550?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2597492618204366550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=2597492618204366550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/2597492618204366550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/2597492618204366550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2011/05/letting-go-is-not-easy.html' title='Letting Go is Not Easy'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-4678435714443858046</id><published>2011-05-03T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T19:47:41.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><title type='text'>Goodbye 'Willing Willie'?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFeBUfxaBkM/TPZg2k53pvI/AAAAAAAANDk/UcjxQO9bccg/s320/Willing_Willie.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFeBUfxaBkM/TPZg2k53pvI/AAAAAAAANDk/UcjxQO9bccg/s320/Willing_Willie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am not an avid fan of Willie &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px; "&gt;Revillame but I felt sad when the Jan-jan video issue came out and the show was suspended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px; "&gt;My parents always watch the Willing Willie because they don't like watching tele-serye. They find the show entertaining. They also think that it is the reality in the country since contestants share their life story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px; "&gt;My parents watched the said episode and they told me that they did not think that it would be considered as child abuse. They said that the child just did it because he wanted to show his talents on air. My parents were not familiar of the child abuse law or rights but as parents they know what were the things that would be considered as child abuse. They also said that it was like telling their grandchild to dance in front of their relatives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px; "&gt;I also asked one of my aunt if she watched the same episodes. My aunt told me that she watched it as well. She said that there was nothing wrong with the said performance and it should not be a talk of the town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;For me, as a person who did not watch the video, I think that the child abuse happened after the incident. If people just ignore the performance of the child, he can continue his normal life and do the things that he always do. But now, everyone's talking about the video and posting it on Facebook and Youtube. In fact, I search pictures for 'Willing Willie' and it shows picture of Jan-jan. Instead of having a private life after the show, the child's privacy is at stake. I can't blame the child's parents for filing a case against these people who made the controversy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-4678435714443858046?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4678435714443858046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=4678435714443858046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/4678435714443858046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/4678435714443858046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2011/05/goodbye-willing-willie.html' title='Goodbye &apos;Willing Willie&apos;?'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFeBUfxaBkM/TPZg2k53pvI/AAAAAAAANDk/UcjxQO9bccg/s72-c/Willing_Willie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-1032830232996634473</id><published>2011-05-01T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T00:02:00.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Change in Me and My Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I decided to check my blog this past few days since my review classes were over. I read my old post and went on my blog hopping. I just missed the days that I am active in the blogsphere. Before, I was able to posts several posts about random thoughts that came into my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Now, I change my template for this blog because I think that my old template is so 'emo' that it always give me negative feelings and ideas. I choose a to have a lighter look on my blog, something that is simple and looks accommodating for the readers. Also, I decided to make this an all-around blog, not just a trash space for the negative things inside my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_w2pSEe9ah8/Tb5JOngTcvI/AAAAAAAAAc8/oJjOvZ5tJ3I/s320/shamy.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601995501966947058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;On this blog, I will put my food trips, my travel escapades, my work experiences, my income generating posts and hopefully my love journey so continue following my blog. This will be a happy and friendly blog. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-1032830232996634473?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1032830232996634473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=1032830232996634473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/1032830232996634473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/1032830232996634473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2011/05/change-in-me-and-my-blog.html' title='Change in Me and My Blog'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_w2pSEe9ah8/Tb5JOngTcvI/AAAAAAAAAc8/oJjOvZ5tJ3I/s72-c/shamy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-8310957565012052748</id><published>2011-04-08T20:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T00:06:25.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>bruno mars live in manila</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The first time that I heard the song Nothin on You by BOB featuring Bruno M. I already like the voice of the latter. So I decided to check on the other songs by Bruno Mars. Then, the 'Billionaire' and ' Just the Way You are' came out, I started to become a fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;After few months, I found out that he would have a concert in Manila so I told my girl friend to watch it. As soon as we got our salary for that pay period we decided to meet and bought tickets at SM Megamall. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Here's the concert info. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TkzKaPMnSfQ/TbucYsnxNTI/AAAAAAAAAbk/_OokFpVTiBw/s400/209167_206875715997210_100000243489808_739867_4955522_o.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601242509674100018" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(photo is showing a different date because of the settings of the camera used)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Bruno Mars LIVE in Manila concert &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;April 8,2011 Araneta Coliseum&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;1st Front-act&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 2em; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; list-style-type: disc; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;li style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;Di Lang Ikaw&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;Ironic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;2nd Front-act: Michael Copon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 2em; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; list-style-type: disc; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;li style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;OMG&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;Baby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;All Night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;Time Of My Life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;I Gotta Feeling &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;Video INTERLUDE: Hey Yo! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;Hey Girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;Light Up The Night&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1vbxCwLstzg/Tbua_NEXOlI/AAAAAAAAAbU/EW8fVA6kDFo/s400/209032_206877405997041_100000243489808_739887_1069885_o.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601240972195740242" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Bruno Mars&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 2em; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; list-style-type: disc; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;li style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;The Other Side&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;Top of the World&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;Money(Thats What I Want)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;Billionaire&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;Our First Time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;MEDLEY: Smells Like Teen Spirit/Billie Jean and Seven Nation Army&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;Marry You&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;The Lazy Song&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;Count On Me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;Liquor Store Blues&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;Nothin on You&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;Grenade&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;Just The Way You Are&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;ENCORE: Runaway Baby&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BTZfFaKgVQ8/TbubsBIto_I/AAAAAAAAAbc/7Oc3IhsHRtM/s400/220516_206878005996981_100000243489808_739892_1591250_o.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 367px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601241742086874098" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;I enjoyed the concert since he showed his talent in dancing and his drums exhibition.  Also, I adore him when he said that he was proud to be a Filipino. I love Bruno Mars. I would surely watch his next concert in Manila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&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/4662086719944297407-8310957565012052748?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8310957565012052748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=8310957565012052748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/8310957565012052748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/8310957565012052748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2011/04/bruno-mars-live-in-manila.html' title='bruno mars live in manila'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TkzKaPMnSfQ/TbucYsnxNTI/AAAAAAAAAbk/_OokFpVTiBw/s72-c/209167_206875715997210_100000243489808_739867_4955522_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-9132736025292530614</id><published>2011-04-06T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T00:09:21.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><title type='text'>travel specialist, thats ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since I love travelling even if I don't travel that much I am proud to say that I am a travel specialist for one of the travel agency online. I can't tell you what company since it is confidential but I learn a lot working with this company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;What are my task as a travel agent??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- re accommodate passengers whenever there are changes in their flights. this is due&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; to weather condition, missed flights, voluntary change due to death or illness in the family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- call hotels and condominiums if ever that customers have special requests such as bed type, smoking preferences, change in date, upgrade of room, additional guests&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- change car reservation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- book flights for customer or assist them in navigating the website.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is it easy to be a travel agent??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- There is no easy job in the world that will give you a good compensation. As any other tasks, it difficult at first. It is hard to adjust dealing with the carriers, hotels and car rental representatives but as time goes by and you are able to adopt with the travel agency environment you will be able to find it easy and enjoyable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are the top destinations for vacation?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many places in the world that people wanted to go to but based on my experience here are the top three destination:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Honolulu"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1st HNL Honolulu, Hawaii&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.businessweek.com/ss/08/11/1110_best_places_for_kids/image/11_hawaii_honolulu.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 350px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canc%C3%BAn"&gt;2nd CUN Cancun, Mexico&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.4mexicovacations.com/images/Mexico%20Beaches.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 403px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Las_Vegas,_Nevada"&gt;3rd LAS Las Vegas, Nevada&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.venturebeat.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/las_vegas.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 336px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's fun being a travel agent because I am now familiar to different tourists destination in the world. Plus, I am now familiar to hotels that are best to stay at in those vacation places. I am looking forward in visiting these spots in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-9132736025292530614?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/9132736025292530614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=9132736025292530614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/9132736025292530614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/9132736025292530614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2011/04/travel-specialist-thats-me.html' title='travel specialist, thats ME'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-8565661566006490837</id><published>2011-02-21T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T23:37:40.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Absenteeism Rate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;It is a daily routine for our team to have huddle after shift. I really hate it because it is another hour staying at the office, an over time but without extra pay. This is the time we talk about our mistakes and how to be better in our work. One of our topics is about the absenteeism rate. The officers always ask us the  reason of having high absenteeism rate. Actually, no one answers the question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Seriously, I want to give them the reasons but I am afraid that they take it against me. For me, they are the reason why there are many agents who decided not to report for work. The account give us so much stress and the queue totally sucks. I am not complaining about  it. Its the pressure that they put on us while we're dealing with bunch of calls. Our company is a call center and it is our job to answer all calls as much as we can. But we also have metrics that we need to hit. So I can't blame my colleagues to make absenteeism as their habit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Agent's reason for absenteeism is their health condition. What causes their illness? Stress due to work. What causes their stress? The queue of calls and the pressure that the officers give them. So the root cause is their management, on their way of treating their agents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;I decided to write this post not complain or say bad something about my company. My purpose is  to let people know that in becoming a great company you need to treat your people right. In this field of work. People look for other BPO companies because they know they are better companies who will treat them right and will value them the way they want to.  My advise to you guys is to wake up before its too late. There are many talented and hard working people in the company who deserve to be treated right. Attrition rate becomes higher and higher because of the same reason so better do something now than to lose the company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-8565661566006490837?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8565661566006490837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=8565661566006490837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/8565661566006490837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/8565661566006490837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2011/02/absentism-rate.html' title='Absenteeism Rate'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-913342964340041</id><published>2010-12-14T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T23:43:55.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government'/><title type='text'>JUSTICE IS GONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;Justice??? I thought it exist in the Philippines but when I heard the news that  the suspects in Vizconde Massacre were released by the SC I realized that its gone. There are many evidences that proved that Hubert Webb and his friends are the people whose responsible for the incident but after less than 20 years the court decided to release them because there were no enough evidences. It's really funny and  irritating at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt; How come it only happened after 16yrs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;This time I regret that I voted Noynoy Aquino. During the first months of his term I was amazed on how he made the businessman trust on him that causes the economy to improve. Now, I he made me realized that he was not deserving for a single vote. Im sorry for the wordings, but this is how I feel regarding all the justice related incidents in the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;I just wonder what will happen to the Maguindanao Massacre. I  hope at least at that case the judges in the country will prove that the word JUSTICE is still definable in the Philippines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;I really don't have the plan of updating my blog but I can't help but  I want to share this ideas and emotions to every one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-913342964340041?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/913342964340041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=913342964340041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/913342964340041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/913342964340041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/justice-is-gone.html' title='JUSTICE IS GONE'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-7257648441002133370</id><published>2010-07-31T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T23:45:08.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><title type='text'>i'm missin you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/TFRKHDgI7HI/AAAAAAAAAas/2GfEOePK5pA/s1600/23602_105949749429960_100000448061994_150876_7070168_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/TFRKHDgI7HI/AAAAAAAAAas/2GfEOePK5pA/s320/23602_105949749429960_100000448061994_150876_7070168_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500102529985866866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;Whenever i feel sad or low morale. I always go to here in my sanctuary and write something to feel better. I don't know what I'm feeling right now. I'm being emotera again, can't help it.Anyway,it's been three years that I am not committed to someone. Guys come and go in my life but nothing was serious. They made me feel special and made me happy but it did not last the way I wanted it to be. Then, you came. A simple person who became my friend. You came at the point in time when I was healing my bruises and afraid to love again. You're there whenever I need someone by my side. You make me smile when I'm sad. You're there to celebrate with me during my happy days.But, what I feel for you that time was not special. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;After few years you've changed, I know it was for the better.I never thought that your feelings for me would be part of those changes. I thought our distance would made your feeligs stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I realized that I'm ready,ready to risk with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;I believed that you'd stayed at same place where I left you. B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;ut it was too late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;You already left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;I had the courage to tell you how I feel, thinkin I might win you back but I failed. You already have another girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;I'm blaming myself because I' missin you. I miss those phone calls before I go to work. I miss your text messages before I go to sleep.I miss those times we're together. I miss your jokes. I miss those words that made me stop crying. I miss being with you. I  just miss you. Nahhhh. I'm talkin non sense again. Stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;I don't know if you still read my blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I guess not,  reading this is just a waste of time for you. Don't worry im tryin to move forward and tryin not to look back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-7257648441002133370?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7257648441002133370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=7257648441002133370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/7257648441002133370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/7257648441002133370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-missin-you.html' title='i&apos;m missin you'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/TFRKHDgI7HI/AAAAAAAAAas/2GfEOePK5pA/s72-c/23602_105949749429960_100000448061994_150876_7070168_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-5962221734816851681</id><published>2010-07-24T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T08:04:18.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><title type='text'>back to zero</title><content type='html'>Im already unemployed for 3 months so I decided to look for a job. I declined the first offer since the task is so technical. Then, refused another one because the training will be a month after I passed the recruitment process . After a day I applied with another company. The offer of this company is same as my previous employer. Until now, I didn't know the reason why I accepted the offer. Maybe I was hoping for a better career opportunities with these 2 years old company. Also, the recruitment officer told me that "Among the applicants she interviewed, you're the only person she likes. She's expecting to see you on the training". Some may say that it was just a way of that officer to encourage me to sign the contract but I guess there is sincerity in her. And the OM who conducted my final interview, did not ask me questions but she said things about my future job. The interview turned out to be like a welcome speech from her. Well, it's like starting all over again in this field. Let's see what will happen next. God bless me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-5962221734816851681?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5962221734816851681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=5962221734816851681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/5962221734816851681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/5962221734816851681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2010/07/back-to-zero.html' title='back to zero'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-8940336574728151779</id><published>2010-07-19T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T08:07:41.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>stop using me</title><content type='html'>When I checked my other e-mail the other it shows a confirmation message to a facebook account. I was surprised since I already have a FB profile and I did not register for a new account. Then, I decided to confirm the account to check if there are information about the user of my email. As I go the account the person who tried to use my email also used my whole name but the difference is there is "R" at the first name in that profile. I found it funny because whoever that person was not aware of my real name. My name should be spell without the R. I decided to deactivate the account because its useless to have another account. I am already public because of my blogs and my social networking account so why would I create a bogus account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the one who tries to imitate my profile: Can you try to register with yahoo/hotmail so you can have your own e-mail and have your own identity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-8940336574728151779?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8940336574728151779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=8940336574728151779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/8940336574728151779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/8940336574728151779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2010/07/stop-using-me.html' title='stop using me'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-7872322836527158910</id><published>2010-07-06T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T09:59:56.407-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baguio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Jack's Baguio City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/TFQyeuud6aI/AAAAAAAAAac/UjNzkvPbfq4/s1600/29659_1398039504943_1050902322_31171968_2826198_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/TFQyeuud6aI/AAAAAAAAAac/UjNzkvPbfq4/s400/29659_1398039504943_1050902322_31171968_2826198_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500076548446611874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JACK'S RICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I call Baguio City as my stress reliever. I always go there to unwind and refresh my mind. Even if I don't have enough budget for a vacation I will still cut my expenses just to be there. Part of my plan is not to spend too much on food, good thing I found the restaurant called Jack's, in Session Road. One of my colleagues from Baguio told me that it is one of the best food establishment in the city and you don't have to spend too much for your meal. Their Jack's Rice is the best... if you want to have a tasty and heavy meal. For 75 pesos, it includes a cup of rice, mixed vegetables, one piece chicken and underneath the cup of rice is a piece of pork. That's really cheap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-7872322836527158910?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7872322836527158910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=7872322836527158910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/7872322836527158910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/7872322836527158910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2010/07/jacks-baguio-city.html' title='Jack&apos;s Baguio City'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/TFQyeuud6aI/AAAAAAAAAac/UjNzkvPbfq4/s72-c/29659_1398039504943_1050902322_31171968_2826198_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-5366533203580555211</id><published>2010-06-19T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T08:45:36.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Between love and madness, lies xenophobia</title><content type='html'>I agree with these sentence Between love and madness, lies xenophobia. We love that person but still we have the fear because that person is a stanger to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-5366533203580555211?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5366533203580555211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=5366533203580555211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/5366533203580555211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/5366533203580555211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2010/06/between-love-and-madness-lies.html' title='Between love and madness, lies xenophobia'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-2623513682047659091</id><published>2010-06-19T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T08:34:31.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Oxis International, Inc will make you feel and look younger</title><content type='html'>I was browsing the net when I read about Oxis International, Inc. I got curious so I decided to read what they can offer to us.Here's what I found out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergothioneine- is a anti aging and super anti oxidant produced by microbes in the soil and most commonly found in (but not  produced by) various species of mushrooms and grapes, meats and dairy  products. It is impossible for us to get enough ERGO so OXIS did some research to develop products for consumers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Most of us is aware of the effect of glutathione and how it works. Some of my friends tried it orally and intravenously. I witnessed how it changed them but I think Ergo is better than that. Ergo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;neutralizes free radicals to protect the cells in the body so we can look and feel young. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Oxis will not just offer skin care products but also nutrition bars, energy beverages and single serve shots. So why would you settle to other anti- aging products, those are just penny stocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are conscious with your health better try OXIS products. To know more about what they can offer just visit their website &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.bloggerwave.com/Bloggerwave/c/403/11104/0"&gt;http://www.oxis.com&lt;/a&gt; or you can also check these links: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.bloggerwave.com/Bloggerwave/c/403/11104/1"&gt;Oxis on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.bloggerwave.com/Bloggerwave/c/403/11104/2"&gt;Oxis on facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.bloggerwave.com/Bloggerwave/c/403/11104/0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bloggerwave.com:8080/Bloggerwave/uploadImages/719412972_1274113599711_oxis_video.jpg" style="border-style: none;" alt="" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloggerwave.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img style="border-style: none;" src="http://www.bloggerwave.com/Bloggerwave/v/403/11104" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-2623513682047659091?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2623513682047659091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=2623513682047659091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/2623513682047659091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/2623513682047659091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2010/06/oxis-international-inc-will-make-you.html' title='Oxis International, Inc will make you feel and look younger'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-5735159652053601558</id><published>2010-06-06T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T01:55:40.463-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><title type='text'>happy thoughts</title><content type='html'>I read my older posts on this blog and noticed that most of the posts were sad. Meron ding mga happy pero konti lang. I remembered kasi na pag happy thoughts nasa puso at isip ko yun so no need to make post about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I want to share that I'm happy. Madami nagreact sa status message ko sa YM at FB and that's the time na I realized something, na why would I dwell for that feeling for that someone who doesn't seem to care. Kaya ngayon happy na ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy ako kasi madaming tao dyan na mahal ako. Handang pasayahin ako at damayan sa times na mahina ako... (emotera na naman) hahaha... Thanks to those people. I'm glad na friends ko kayo. Also, looking forward for my exam. Natutuwa ako kasi naman my family is supporting me para maka take ng exam na yun. Looking forward for another trip. I love to travel again. At happy ako dahil kahit na trash yung mga sinusulat ko eh may mga followers pa din ang blog ko. So flattered guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-5735159652053601558?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5735159652053601558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=5735159652053601558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/5735159652053601558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/5735159652053601558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-thoughts.html' title='happy thoughts'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-4354859771982823770</id><published>2010-06-02T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T23:42:58.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>sana alam mo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; " &gt;kasi nasasaktan ako kahit hindi nman ako dapat  nasasaktan... sana kaya kong tiisin ang sakit na nararamdaman ko...sana  kaya kong sabihin na masaya ko para syo, para s inyo...sana kaya ko...  pero hindi eh...kasi umaasa pa din ako na sabihin mo... SANA AKO PA  RIN... SANA AKO NA LANG...&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/4662086719944297407-4354859771982823770?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4354859771982823770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=4354859771982823770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/4354859771982823770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/4354859771982823770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2010/06/sana-alam-mo.html' title='sana alam mo...'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-7664354084115888633</id><published>2010-06-01T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T00:11:56.999-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><title type='text'>My Boy Turns to a Man</title><content type='html'>It was his vacation when I met him. Four years ago na siguro yun. I never thought na magiging special pala sya sa akin. Naku naman kasi he was a timid guy. Galing probinsya eh, I have nothing against people from the province. I was fond of him pa nga, kasi andun yung values ng taong hindi lumaki sa Manila. Andun yung takot gabihin or takot na mawala sa Manila. Hehehe. He was the boy who cheers me up and the boy who listens to my nonsense drama. The same boy went inside the portals of the academy. Maraming nagbago when we went inside, no cellphone, rigid training, madamig bawal, kailangan na matulog during taps, magsalita ng mga cadet lingo at kung anu- ano pa. Alam kong hindi biro anf unang taon sa acadamy. Andyan yung time na gusto nya ng sumuko at I don't know the right words to comfort him and made him feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang bilis ng panahon after four years, look at him now, wala na ang patpating teenager na na meet ko before. He's a man now, a man with diginity plus the muscles. Hehehehe. Nakita ko kung paano sya hinubog ng academy. Nakita ko kung pano siya naging disiplinado sa bawat ginagawa nya. Nabaligtad na din ang mundo after his training in the academy. Kung dati ako yung maingay at sya lang yung nakikinig, ngaun ako na yung nakikinig sa mga kwento at jokes nya na nakuha nya sa academy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years in the academy, it made him a different person but in a good way. He survide the struggles from the receptin day until this moment - his graduation. Soon he will be facing the real world, he will protect the country. Kung dati ako lang binabatayan  nya, after this day, madami na aasa sa serbisyo nya. I'm glad he chose to go inside the academy dahil naging mature sya in many ways. I'm proud of him. Kahit na sino ang nasa kalagyan ko will also feel the same way. I am thankful of his experience there. I am proud to say that my boy turns into a man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-7664354084115888633?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7664354084115888633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=7664354084115888633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/7664354084115888633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/7664354084115888633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-boy-turns-to-man.html' title='My Boy Turns to a Man'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-768604702007624881</id><published>2010-04-14T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T22:05:36.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='litratong pinoy'/><title type='text'>LP  Salita (Words)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S8aeWIxvDfI/AAAAAAAAAaU/AKqLIyoCoWU/s1600/DSC08014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S8aeWIxvDfI/AAAAAAAAAaU/AKqLIyoCoWU/s400/DSC08014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460225701383704050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S8aczWxJwNI/AAAAAAAAAaM/pT3EvsYAkwU/s1600/DSC08013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S8aczWxJwNI/AAAAAAAAAaM/pT3EvsYAkwU/s400/DSC08013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460224004332306642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maraming salita sa mundo&lt;br /&gt;kung hindi natin alam ang meaning pwede natin tingnan ang diksyonaryo.&lt;br /&gt;Araw araw iba't ibang salita ang naririnig at binabanggit&lt;br /&gt;Nagbibigay saya, lungkot, kilig at minsan ay nakakasakit...&lt;br /&gt;kaya  ingat ingat sa mga salitang bibitawan&lt;br /&gt;dahil hindi natin alam na tayo ay may taong nasasaktan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY LP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.litratongpinoy.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.litratongpinoy.com/images/button80.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-768604702007624881?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/768604702007624881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=768604702007624881' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/768604702007624881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/768604702007624881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/lp-salita-words.html' title='LP  Salita (Words)'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S8aeWIxvDfI/AAAAAAAAAaU/AKqLIyoCoWU/s72-c/DSC08014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-227134362465435548</id><published>2010-04-05T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T21:43:48.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government'/><title type='text'>N-Viro. CLEANING THE DIRTY WATER</title><content type='html'>I noticed that many things were happening in our environment lately because of the pollution. I guess we need to find ways on how to save the mother earth. We need to find alternative ways to make our environment better. The government is campaigning for sorting out our garbage. I think the idea of sorting out the recycable things to those that are not is good idea since you will start helping thru your own household. But I guess those are not yet enough to help clean our environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Then I read about &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.nviro.com/"&gt;N-Viro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.nviro.com/"&gt;. &lt;/a&gt;N-Viro International Corporation develops and licenses its technology to municipalities and private companies. Their patented processes use lime and/or mineral-rich, combustion byproducts to treat, pasteurize, immobilize and convert wastewater sludge and other bio-organic wastes into biomineral agricultural and soil-enrichment products with real market value. The company has generated sales in excess of $40 million dollars, since its initial public offering in October of 1993, which was underwritten by Robertson Stephens, Raymond James, Oppenheimer &amp;amp; Co., and Paine Webber. &lt;a href="http://www.nviro.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;N-Viro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;focus on cleaning water, they turn &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;waste to energy&lt;/span&gt;. I think the government should try to ask for their help since it is an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alternative energy&lt;/span&gt; and it is safe since they also use &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clean coal&lt;/span&gt;. Environment friendly procedures and a cleaner surroundings for us all. Our waste water will turn to a useful water isn't it great?? no water will be wasted because of their procedure. If you wanted to know more about it just visit this site&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.bloggerwave.com/Bloggerwave/c/391/11104/0"&gt;http://www.nviro.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and watch the video below for a deeper undestanding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.bloggerwave.com/Bloggerwave/c/391/11104/0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bloggerwave.com:8080/Bloggerwave/uploadImages/302192102_1269521863339_1.jpg" style="border-style: none;" alt="" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloggerwave.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img style="border-style: none;" src="http://www.bloggerwave.com/Bloggerwave/v/391/11104" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-227134362465435548?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/227134362465435548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=227134362465435548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/227134362465435548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/227134362465435548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/n-viro-international-corporation.html' title='N-Viro. CLEANING THE DIRTY WATER'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-4221805346971309167</id><published>2010-04-05T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T23:36:57.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='open letter'/><title type='text'>a letter to the one that GOD has prepared for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;dear... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;i am wondering at this very minute if you are thinking of me. if like me, you are wondering what is taking us so long to find each other. many times i thought i finally found you only to be disillusioned by the fact that my wait has not yet indeed. i get up each morning hoping. dreaming. longing to meet you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;i am thinking of how we will meet. would it be as romantic as the ones i've seen in movies? or is it possible that i have known you all my life but we have yet to realize that we are meant for each other? oh how i wish you were here right now because you are the only one who has the answers to all my questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;Sometimes i ask myself if i have ever really known LOVE. i do not have the answer to that question either but i believe that, more often than not, we will never really know what love is until we find that right person. and since i have not found you yet, then maybe i do not really know what love is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;you just don't know how often i dream of finally knowing what it feels like to be in your arms. even at his very moment i am imagining how you will simply sweep me off my feet! perhaps i would be drawn to you by your smile, or your eyes, or maybe even how you manage to make me laugh by your silly little ways. i don't really know for sure but i am praying that God will help me recognize you when the right time comes. i think of all the pain that i have gone through and of how much i cried since the day i began my search. i just wanted you to know that i find strength in clinging onto my vision of the beautiful life ahead of me. the life i shall spend with you. in my mind and in my heart i know that you are worth all the pain and sacrifice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;After all, the tears have become a part of my life, and i believe that they are slowly washing away my flaws so that i would become perfect. not perfect in its truest sense, but perfect for YOU! i wonder if you've gone through so much pain as well. I wonder if you've been hurt so many times along the journey. BUT my dearest one, please don't ever give up because i am right here... patiently waiting for you... i assure you that when we finally find each other, i would slowly heal those wounds by my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;at night, i would look out my window and stare at the beautiful sky, hoping that somehow you are looking up and wondering about me too. i utter a silent prayer and send all my cries to the heavens above, thinking that in time they would reach you. and when i feel impatient, i just close my eyes and believe that you are on your way and that you are longing to see me as well. it's funny but when i finally fall asleep, it is still you i think of, for you are always in my dreams. it seems that for now, that is the only place where i can hold on to you. long enough to tell you how much i love you. in my dreams you would kiss away my fears and wrap me with your arms of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;and this, all the more makes me want to wake up and face the new day ahead of me with hope that soon enough, you will no longer be a dream but a reality and once again i am assured that you are worth the wait. and when that time comes, everything will fall into its place, just as i had imagined, just as i had thought and dreamed, just as i believed it would be... by then i would simply look back and smile at all that i have gone through, in spite of the pain and amidst the simple joys of life. and i would be very thankful because they all led me to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;in the meantime, take care of yourself for me. hold on to our dream and don't even think of letting go. believe in your heart that we will find each other no matter what happens. God has planned the course and it is up to us to follow the directions. don’t worry, don't be afraid about getting lost. God saw to it that all the roads, no matter which one you choose to follow, lead to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-4221805346971309167?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4221805346971309167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=4221805346971309167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/4221805346971309167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/4221805346971309167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/letter-to-one-that-god-has-prepared-for.html' title='a letter to the one that GOD has prepared for me'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-1001185871662544317</id><published>2009-12-17T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:54:29.955-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='litratong pinoy'/><title type='text'>L.P. #84 Paskong Pinoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SyrSWV4XVUI/AAAAAAAAAYM/jukpdgorogA/s1600-h/putobumbong.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SyrSWV4XVUI/AAAAAAAAAYM/jukpdgorogA/s400/putobumbong.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416372783138952514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SyrNKnb1EzI/AAAAAAAAAYE/r1FL71-KzrQ/s1600-h/puto+bumbong.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SyrNKnb1EzI/AAAAAAAAAYE/r1FL71-KzrQ/s400/puto+bumbong.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416367084134535986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Puto bumbong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;          Simula ng maramdaman ko ang malamig na simoy ng hangin nag-crave na ko sa puto bumbong. Hindi na mawawala sa paskong Pinoy ang puto bumbong. Paglabas mo galing sa pagsisimba ng Misa de Gallo eto na ang sasalubong sa'yo. Halimuyak ng bibingka at puto bumbong. Dahil uso ngaung pasko, bawat kanto ata sa amin ay may nagtitinda nito. At ito ang aking lahok para sa linggong ito. Maligayang Pasko mga ka-LP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Matagal tagal na din akong hindi lumalahok sa LP at ngayon na excite ulet akong magpost. Sana'y nagustuhan nyo ang aking lahok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.litratongpinoy.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.litratongpinoy.com/images/button80.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-1001185871662544317?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1001185871662544317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=1001185871662544317' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/1001185871662544317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/1001185871662544317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/lp-84-paskong-pinoy.html' title='L.P. #84 Paskong Pinoy'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SyrSWV4XVUI/AAAAAAAAAYM/jukpdgorogA/s72-c/putobumbong.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-268298533494528447</id><published>2009-12-15T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:16:28.349-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>i will follow you</title><content type='html'>Because of my hiatus for the past month I did not notice that I can now stop blog hopping to check on the updates of the other bloggers. It is easier to know their updates now that blogger/blogspot have the feature of follwing other's blog like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;plurk&lt;/span&gt;. This is so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;. I can&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; follow&lt;/span&gt; my fave blogs now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-268298533494528447?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/268298533494528447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=268298533494528447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/268298533494528447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/268298533494528447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-will-follow-you.html' title='i will follow you'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-7620704511755968499</id><published>2009-12-13T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T08:34:16.743-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>maybe it's him... who knows...</title><content type='html'>We were exchanging text messages when I'm on my way to work today. It's been a long time that our situation is like this, we communicate through texts and through phone calls because we're far from each other. Smile was printed on my face while I am inside the jeepney because of our conversation so I can't help myself but to reminisce the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was brokenhearted when my friend, Phoebs, told me that she gave my number to her cousin who was in the province. I was hesistant at that time since I can't moved on with my ex but I have no choice because after few minutes I received a text message from an unregistered number. I knew it was him then, I realized that it is not bad to meet new people and be friends with them. There is more to life than being bitter because of a lost love I told myself. He told me that he wanted to have a friend in Manila, so I agreed to be his textmate. I needed someone who could make me smile that time so the communication never stop for few months. He was there during the time I'm healing my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two months, their batch had a field trip in Manila. They stayed in Marikina and asked me to visit him since my hometown was just few kilometers away from that city. I refused to visit him because it is the same city where my ex lived. I was afraid that my ex and I will coincidentally bumped into each other. Few weeks passed, he told me that he will be staying in Manila for the Christmas season. He asked me to meet him with his cousinn Phoebs. I agreed to see him because it was not just the two of us. Phoebs is there to accompany us. He gave me a necklace and a key chain before we part ways (which I still keep at my cabinet). Our communication did not stop there. We still text each other once in a while. We were busy with our studies that time so text messages was not a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day he texted me about his confusion in his decision for his future. He asked me if it is better for him to continue his course(he was in his last year in engineering) or he will pursue his application in the academy. I told him to do what he thought is right and do whatever makes him happy. Few weeks after, I received a text message that he woud stop  sending me text messages because he will be going inside the academy. It made me sad coz I will surely miss his messages but it made me happy as well because it will make him a better man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months passed by and he was allowed to have use cellphone again. He started to be the same person I met before. He's there when I'm sad, when I am happy, when i needed someone to lean on, and when I needed advices. I never thought that we will stay friends for a long time. His text messages, his phone calls before I go to work, his words of encouragement when I'm down, he made many things for me as a friend and I did the same as well. I am one of those people who boost his morale when he wanted to give up inside the academy. We stayed to be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, a year before he leaves the portals of the academy. I am proud him. I am happy for his accomplishments. He's brave enough to take chances about his career. And now, I am missing him but I am looking forward on seeing him again during his Christmas break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-7620704511755968499?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7620704511755968499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=7620704511755968499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/7620704511755968499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/7620704511755968499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/maybe-its-him-who-knows.html' title='maybe it&apos;s him... who knows...'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-7929013124918451759</id><published>2009-12-07T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T22:56:50.468-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>work and christmas</title><content type='html'>It is my day off today from work. I finished uploading some pictures at my facebook account and I'm done playing the games there. I decided to visit my blog and do blog hopping. I enjoyed the blog hop which gave me drive to write a post while listening to rob thomas' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;ever the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Yeah right it is the only song that I'm listening again and again for the whole 3 hours that I 'm in front of my computer. Hahaha...I'm surprise to check that one of my blog has &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;two followers&lt;/span&gt;. That's kinda weird for me since I don't think that my blogs has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;enough information&lt;/span&gt; to have followers but I appreciate it. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I want to blog about many things right now but I have limited time to post all the things I have in my mind. Let me share one of the things that bothers me these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to resign from my current job. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because I am not happy with what I am at my job. As you all know I am now working in a call center company. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I am satisfied with the company. I like the workplace as well as the people at the office.&lt;/span&gt; It is just the  what I'm doing  doesn't give me happiness. I don't feel contented about it. I'm sick about the same issues and concern everyday and solving their problems. My plan is  to leave my  work soon after I find a new job that will have the schedule for normal people. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That means working at office hours and sleeping at night and having my leave when I want to take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, I'll stay there for a while because I have to. I don't want to stop working since I attend review classes for my exam during my day offs. That exam is for my plan in working abroad. I need money for the expenses as well as the exam that I am going to take. I don't want to asked money from my parents since I believe that I am not their responsibility anymore. They already sent me to school to finish college,  I think that is enough. In my opinion,  it is better for me to leave the country to have higher salary and I can save enough money for my future. Plus I can travel abroad which is my plan but never come true because I can't take my leave at work. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;(Sighed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; There are many plans in my mind that situation doesn't allow me to have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of those dilemma, I am glad that we finally set up the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at home. I bought some of the flowers and christmas balls. I feel that christmas is fast approaching while staring at it. I reminisce my christmas during my younger years. I still feel like a kid whenever  thoughts of christmas come in my mind. I am excited to open my christmas presents and eat the food my mom will prepare. Hehehe. But again I will spend the noche buena and media noche at the office again. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;:C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/Sx3vFNGvVoI/AAAAAAAAAX8/bOXOImLxewE/s1600-h/DSC06283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/Sx3vFNGvVoI/AAAAAAAAAX8/bOXOImLxewE/s320/DSC06283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412745199865517698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-7929013124918451759?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7929013124918451759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=7929013124918451759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/7929013124918451759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/7929013124918451759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-update-since-christmas-is-coming.html' title='work and christmas'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/Sx3vFNGvVoI/AAAAAAAAAX8/bOXOImLxewE/s72-c/DSC06283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-5090343503751673589</id><published>2009-10-20T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:59:26.268-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>dropping by</title><content type='html'>I decided to visit my blogs while I'm listening to some feel good music... As i checked,&lt;br /&gt;I have many drafts at this blog and will take time to finish those posts. The problem is I'm too hooked with my facebook account and forgot to update my blogs and join litratong pinoy...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in 2010 I will be able to do it since I can't make posts at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I'm so happy and flattered that people still visit my blogs even though there were no new posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will return soon....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss y'all. I miss blogspot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-5090343503751673589?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5090343503751673589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=5090343503751673589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/5090343503751673589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/5090343503751673589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2009/10/dropping-by.html' title='dropping by'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-1714303990529608133</id><published>2009-08-22T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T11:01:19.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>being broken hearted</title><content type='html'>I can't &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; right now, that is why I am taking advantage of it to make posts today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I browse my phone I read a message from my friend, that I appreciate when I was broken hearted. So now let me share it. It's kinda emo but i'm sure girls who had their heart broken will like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was minding my own life then. Somehow incomplete but contented of what I have then when he came. Unexpectedly, things started to fall into right places. Places I never thought wouldbe filled and had been empty for the longest time. Signs were saying he is the one. Now I thought, is he really? Or was I fooled? But as the world revolves, mine started to twist. Turns that were inevitible and unmanageable. Iwas happy then. We were happy then in spite of the inconveniences along the road, or so I thought. Despite those inconveniences, I had hope that everything will be worked out. Then I fell apart. Deep in to finality. While I was resting in the middle of the race, he abruptly halted. Leaving me shaken, not believing it for once. But he was decisive. Then it dawned on me, it was over. Why fight when the other had already given up. No matter how short-lived what we had, it was the best thing that ever happened to me. At first, I thought it was just a dream. But i knew it was for real. Because of the unstoppable and piercing pain. He created a havoc in me that will haunt me until God knows when. Now I know how to live half-empty first-handedly. Did he just arrive to give me the biggest heartbreak to make me feel human again? Even I don't know the drama behind everything that had happened. but one thing I know, this was planned and it will serve its purpose in due time. Only God knows when. As I start to pick up the broken pieces that he left me with, despite of how painful it was, I pray to God to not let the love in me die. It may lose its intense flicker but not the fire. Now this story will be closed. No more questions will be asked. It came to an en. It ceased to exist."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-1714303990529608133?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1714303990529608133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=1714303990529608133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/1714303990529608133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/1714303990529608133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2009/08/being-broken-hearted.html' title='being broken hearted'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-3412187439924944343</id><published>2009-08-22T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T07:48:27.296-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>after 5 months of hibernation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Its been a long time since I last posted here in my blog. Many things happened. Problems came in from time to time but I am glad I'm still alive. At the end of July until first week of August. I felt so helpless. I didn't know what to do. I felt so helpless. Because:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to take a leave without pay. This means that I have to make sure that my money is enough until I go back to work. This also means that I need to limit my expenses.I can ask money from my friends but I don't want to lend money from them unless i know when my next pay day is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, the condition of my lola also makes me feel sad. It's not easy for me to see her condition. I maybe a nurse but I can't think when my family's health is involve. I still remember how my patients struggle with their illness until they give up and had their last breath in front of me. I am afraid that it would happen to my lola very very soon. I don't know if I can accept that easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The things that happened to me I realized many things. Prayer changes everything. There is someone I know that will be there for me, that is God. I surrender every pain and every wounds that i have. Everybody may give up on me at times but God will never leave nor forsake me. He is there to lead me at the right path. He is there to mold me to be a better person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My faith in God makes me smile at times of trouble. Glory to God!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-3412187439924944343?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3412187439924944343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=3412187439924944343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/3412187439924944343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/3412187439924944343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-5-months-of-hibernation.html' title='after 5 months of hibernation'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-4717373266736552526</id><published>2009-05-31T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:32:28.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>being public again</title><content type='html'>it's been a long time since my last post. Few months ago, decided to change the settings of my blog so that nobody can read it. maybe people were wondering what happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am surviving the challenge called&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Many things happened to me and for some reasons i decided to quit blogging. it's not that I'm not interested to share my thoughts, ideas and experiences.I just felt that everything about me was so public.Everyone who knows me read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as time goes by, I realized that blogging is being public. Publishing your emotions in the net. Telling everyone what you feel.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It is being real&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; It is teeling everyone that you have struggles that you need face everyday. Informing everyone that you feel so much happiness at one point.&lt;br /&gt;I need to embrace that fact and be public again and let other people know how I feel. to celebrate with me when I experience joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm informing you guys that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to blogsphere to stay for good. But, for the meantime I need to go. I feel tired and I need to rest for my work tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-4717373266736552526?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4717373266736552526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=4717373266736552526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/4717373266736552526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/4717373266736552526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/being-public-again.html' title='being public again'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-5982027972728677821</id><published>2009-02-03T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:00:05.689-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>confusion</title><content type='html'>this is the right place to share my emotion for the past few days. I can't understand myself. I can't tell anybody about it. The truth is I am confuse right now. I am confuse on what career path should I pursue. I am a nurse by heart but for some reasons I am working as a call center in one of the biggest BPO company in the country. I love being a nurse and taking care of the patients but I have to stay in the call center industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in this field for financial reasons. I can buy what i want, i can even have my share to pay our bills and I can save money for my future at the same time. My working environment is not a problem. I enjoy the company of my team mates and my co-trainees. I can say that I am satisfied with my job right now. I am now adjusted to the stressful life and shifting schedules that a call center agent has. I even think of being promoted and earn higher than what I am earning right now. I know I can do it if I exert extra effort but I choose not to to do it because I know I will learn to love this industry and totally forgot that I worked hard to be a license nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week, I talked to my nursing friends. We talked about the experiences and happenings in their lives as a nurse in the hospital. Working in the hospital is one of my plans back in college. I also planned to become a reviewer for nursing students. I already worked for a hospital. I loved what I did even the salary is not enough for my needs. I miss giving medications. I miss being the Ma'am of the nursing students in the our station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It is hard to decide and leave the place where I am right now but I know I need to make a step sooner. I need to move and go back to my first love which is the medical field"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-5982027972728677821?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5982027972728677821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=5982027972728677821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/5982027972728677821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/5982027972728677821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2009/02/confusion.html' title='confusion'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-262364968052964398</id><published>2009-01-27T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:43:21.359-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excerpt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><title type='text'>kolgirl</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a colleague send me an email containing this article. I found it interesting and informative so I decided to post it here in my blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;‘Kolgirl’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Pamela&lt;br /&gt;Philippine Daily Inquirer&lt;br /&gt;First Posted 01:13:00 01/08/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are familiar with the terms “QA,” “Queuing,” “EOP,” “ACW,” “AHT,” “avail,” then you are one of us, the thousands of “kolboys” and “kolgirls” in the Philippines .&lt;br /&gt;We belong to the sleep-deprived, nicotine-inhaling, cab-riding new breed of Filipino youth. We infuse our anemic, caffeinated veins with ferrous sulfate every day so that we won’t be “NCNS” (no call, no show) for our next shift. “Ginagawa naming araw ang gabi.” [We make the night our day.]&lt;br /&gt;Glamorous? Well, if your idea of glamour is staggering down Ortigas Avenue wearing Paris Hilton shades at 8 in the morning, looking dog-tired while everybody else looks fresh and new, then we are the kings and queens of glamour.&lt;br /&gt;Bohemian? Ha ha! We follow a very rigid schedule. We cannot go on extended breaks. We cannot hang up on cursing customers. We cannot refuse to take calls. And we have to ask for permission to answer nature’s call. We are like prisoners in our stations for eight whole hours. Ours is a Spartan life.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot help but be catty and melodramatic about it. We say, “Good morning” when we all know that everybody but us (at least in this part of the Pacific) is in his deepest sleep. We say (with an audible smile), “I’d be glad to assist you,” never mind if we had to leave a feverish son under the care of his “yaya” [nanny].&lt;br /&gt;We can afford to miss family occasions and national holidays because we know we will be well compensated. Every birthday of a family member that we miss means we have P700 more to pay the bills, rent and tuition. The added pay for every national holiday that we worked helps pay our taxes. Yes, my friends, we are paying for the street lights along the avenues and highways that we must brave every night.&lt;br /&gt;Contented cats we are not. “Laway lang ang puhunan” [Saliva is our only capital], we some people say, but we are in one of the most stressful and draining jobs you can find. And like the rest of the working class, we are overworked and underpaid.&lt;br /&gt;We are forced to defend big banks, superstores, telecoms or any account we are handling. Just like any member of the proletariat, we are alienated from the giants that we work for. We apologize for things that we do not have anything to do with. We fix problems we did not create. We are the cheap, apologetic and docile answering machines at the other end of the line, the receiving end of the frustrations and ire of customers who feel shortchanged.&lt;br /&gt;Apolitical? I have to disagree. We are tax-paying citizens like most working Filipinos. Yes, most of us get the latest news from Inquirer Libre (while riding the Metro Rail Transit on our way to work), but we are also appalled by the P500,000 “cash gift” congressmen got to kill the Arroyo impeachment complaint last year. We are also furious with this government for spending half of the national budget on debt servicing so that it can borrow some more. And we are enraged that some people cheated their way to high offices.&lt;br /&gt;We may speak in English for more than half of our waking hours, but it doesn’t make us less Filipinos. We share the sentiments and burdens of every landless farmer, every laid-off factory worker, every out-of-school youth, every hungry Filipino mouth. We find time to mourn slain activists, priests, journalists and innocent civilians. Most importantly, we share the aspirations of the Filipino people to build a just society where we can say, “I’d be glad to assist you,” and actually mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pamela, 28, is a single mother who works as a call center agent, a job that pays her enough to splurge on mango shakes, banana cues, rambutan fruits and Marlboro reds. She has a generous health card that takes care of her brain scans, EEG and MRI, paid for by her call center company, which she thinks is the source of her migraine and headaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-262364968052964398?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/262364968052964398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=262364968052964398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/262364968052964398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/262364968052964398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2009/01/kolgirl.html' title='kolgirl'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-668637845414670703</id><published>2009-01-04T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:05:19.536-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>shangri-la</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;shangrila crossing is just a few meters away from office. walking outside this mall always gives me some time to reminisce the past. I don't know if I will smile because i had sweet memories there or I have to cry because those memories will not happen again. i remember it was night when the two of us part ways outside that fancy mall. He was holding me inside his arms and we were planning many things for the future. That was so sweet. Me inside him, he is talking about future, giving me kisses at my forehead and smelling my hair. An experience that is pricless.Something that you can't buy from a glamorous store. I'm in my drama mode again. That is why Im writing every thing here in my sanctuary. I can't help myself to think of this scenario. His smell still lingers. His smile was sweet. But for some reasons and complications in our lives our memories will not happen again. Honestly, I don't want to think of the way we parted ways that night. I have to walk fast and help myself not to look back after i utter the words "Ingat ka". He's not aware that when I said those words I also mean "goodbye" Few months that we had. Few months of care and love. It may look weird but I am always like this. A crazy coward girl whose afraid of commiment. Scared of risking the 'us'. Afraid to jumped in and face the complications that this relationship will bring. Stupid me.. I am not ready to give in. I don't use my heart when I decide, I use my brain. I don't know why Im like that. It is hard to explain. Maybe it is just not the right time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-668637845414670703?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/668637845414670703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=668637845414670703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/668637845414670703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/668637845414670703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2009/01/shangri-la.html' title='shangri-la'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-8915732439224940409</id><published>2009-01-02T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:32:37.420-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>Tagged from Roge and Jham</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dahil nasa blogger/emotera mode ako today... sasagutan ko ang tagged nila Jham at Roge....hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Each blogger must post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. Bloggers that are tagged, need to write ten facts about themselves. You need to choose ten people to tag and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;4. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they've been tagged and also to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;10 random facts about shamy/emotera..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tahimik sa una pero pag medyo na kapag observe na ayun daldal ever...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I like people who are fun to be with at may sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I like to travel kaso Baguio lagi ang destinasyon ko sa pagbabakasyon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Emotera ako kaya yan ang pen name ko dito sa aking blogspot account...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Takot ako sa mga rides kaya hindi ako enjoy pag pumupunta ng EK or star city...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I love to learn new things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Pag mamimili gusto ko mag isa lang ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Kahit na hindi halata sa akin... I have a big faith in God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Mahal ko ang pamilya ko... Handa akong gawin lahat para masapasaya sila...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;NOW..&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko ito ipapasa... basta kung sino magvisit ng blog ko at basahin ko... automatically kasama na kayo sa tagged na ito... okeis???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-8915732439224940409?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8915732439224940409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=8915732439224940409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/8915732439224940409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/8915732439224940409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagged-from-roge-and-jham.html' title='Tagged from Roge and Jham'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-2920108446343447185</id><published>2009-01-02T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:04:46.083-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bonding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><title type='text'>disappointments</title><content type='html'>first day of 2009. We see each other, it is always our plan to meet up every time he stays in manila . I am glad that we meet after few months of not seeing each other. He is my crush, I admit. We spend time together. we checked the latest books in the bookstore. We looked for new artworks at the art work display. We talked about things in our lives. But disappontment comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got disappointed because some of the things that I love to do is not his thing. I mean he doesn't want to do the things I always do. He is not the person I am looking for. We agree on some things but not always. Maybe I expected him to be as open as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is disappointed. I can see it in his actions and reactions that he got disappointed. I told him that I need to meet my colleagues. He did not have the chance to go with me because it is not his thing. Goody goody side of him,I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom got disappointed. I did not go home at that night and my mom did not get any text message from because I'm having fun with my friends from work. When I got home, &lt;em&gt;sermon galore si mudrabells.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment is part of life. You might me the cause of other's disappointment or others disappoint you. I don't want to elaborate the things that happened. I just wanted to burst out the feelings the I have right now. I am in my &lt;em&gt;emotera mode&lt;/em&gt; right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I would like to thank &lt;a href="http://roge-kyut.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Roge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sa pag ampon mo sa min nila Gail at Lian. Sa uulitin. Hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-2920108446343447185?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2920108446343447185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=2920108446343447185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/2920108446343447185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/2920108446343447185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2009/01/disappointments.html' title='disappointments'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-6982503810440527250</id><published>2008-12-25T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:53:27.638-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><title type='text'>what's the letter L?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SVSHj6I4P4I/AAAAAAAAAWM/ZuukfmC81yk/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283997313784102786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SVSHj6I4P4I/AAAAAAAAAWM/ZuukfmC81yk/s200/blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Life if a continous journey. You meet new people from different places. They will have the chance to get to know you. They will care for you. But sometimes,it is hard to trust them. it is hard to know if they are saying the truth or they are lying just to flatter you. This is exactly what I feel right now. I had the chance to meet this guy. I admit he is good looking. The first time I saw his pictures I easily got attracted to him. I know his a somebody from the world where he belongs. He is someone that girls would chase. By chance, I had his number. I had the chance to get to know him. I'm so happy that his friend gave me his number. He usually tect and call me. I thought we are heading to another level of relationship. As time goes by, the L word that he felt towards me is not what i expected. It is the other way around. he just spent time with me because of he wanted me to share a bed with him. I feel so sad to hear it from him. I did not expect that it is his real intention from me. I thought he wanted friendship that is why he continously communicate with me. I felt disappointed about it. It's not that I;m expecting that he will learn to love me. He should tell me his intention in the beginning of our friendship. Right now, i care for him. I am controlling myself not to fall for him. If I will love him it will bring complications to our lives. I'm sure it will make heart torn into pieces. This is life. I have to admit. I like him but i have to let go of him to save myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-6982503810440527250?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6982503810440527250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=6982503810440527250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/6982503810440527250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/6982503810440527250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-letter-l.html' title='what&apos;s the letter L?'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SVSHj6I4P4I/AAAAAAAAAWM/ZuukfmC81yk/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-5552847893813782498</id><published>2008-12-25T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:26:23.588-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>back for a holiday post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SVSVHd4DgNI/AAAAAAAAAWs/DeCg-5QOYnU/s1600-h/mer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284012218323796178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SVSVHd4DgNI/AAAAAAAAAWs/DeCg-5QOYnU/s400/mer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SVSPQzvvcRI/AAAAAAAAAWc/LxV3GB-2q7I/s1600-h/christmas.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's been a while since I posted my last entry. I felt sad because i wasn't able to post the things that i experienced for the few weeks that past. I'm still working in a call center. i was able to adopt a little in my environment. i have to admit, I'm still struggling to meet the metrics in my scorecard. Everyday, before taking calls I always feel nervous. Wierd calls give stress to my work. I have my tools to resolve the issue of the customer but sometimes the tools are not enough. This work is not an easy job. Another thing, I wasn't able to have my social life same as before. I have to meet my friends in a limited time. Sometimes, I missed the gimiks ang get togethers because of my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I'm so happy because my family is complete this holiday. My brother had his christmas break. He spend the holidays with us. Im so thankful to spend time with my brother again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-5552847893813782498?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5552847893813782498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=5552847893813782498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/5552847893813782498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/5552847893813782498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-for-holiday-post.html' title='back for a holiday post'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SVSVHd4DgNI/AAAAAAAAAWs/DeCg-5QOYnU/s72-c/mer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-8192742523933491779</id><published>2008-11-09T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T16:16:58.216-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>after my hiatus</title><content type='html'>I visited this blog few days ago. I noticed that my last post was more than a month ago. I realized that I should update my blog. I felt sad to see my blog without updates. Before, I almost update it everyday but now, my work restricts me to post updates. Maybe, my readers are asking what happened to me from the past few weeks that I have no posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am busy at work- I said from my past post that Im still adjusting with my new job. My job is something that I'm not used to. I don't deal with patients now. I deal with irate american customers. I solved other's problems. I need to feed them with the right information. I think this job is stressful that i rather chose to sleep at home than to go out with my friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fun to be with co-workers- I have a stressful job, but one blessing that I have is having co-workers that are fun to with. People that I can go out with after work. Chill with them and forget that I argued with a customer a while ago.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266810022943799618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SRd3z6UIOUI/AAAAAAAAAQM/7TZZlK2esaE/s400/1_551315154l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;             &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;  im wearin purple shirt besides rhyan(wearin yellow shirt) and pao(holding the mic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I turned 22, last october 29. It is an ordinary day for me. I take calls. I sleep and eat an ordinary meal. What makes my birthday special? Friends who send me greetings thru friendster, thru text message, and thru multiply. Also, my co- workers who personally say "happy birthday" to me. There was a celebration for me and my friend's birthday at the night of my birthday but I wasn't able to go there. I went to our office that night because I had to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nov1- a holiday. A day to chill with friends. Visit the cemetery and spend time with my family. I wish i had the chance to do those  things but my work, again restricts me to do it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;                   This work brought so much changes in my life. It makes my world abnormal. Yeah, even my sleeping routine is not normal. If someone asked me questions thru text it takes hours before I reply to their message. Im not like this before. I reply fast to other's text message. Being online on the net, one of my daily routine became a weekly routine. I just check my mail every day off from work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                Well., this is my new life. I need to accept and deal with it. I just hope things will be better after this adjustment stage.&lt;/p&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/4662086719944297407-8192742523933491779?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8192742523933491779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=8192742523933491779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/8192742523933491779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/8192742523933491779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/after-my-hiatus.html' title='after my hiatus'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SRd3z6UIOUI/AAAAAAAAAQM/7TZZlK2esaE/s72-c/1_551315154l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-3243850121101767890</id><published>2008-09-24T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:25:19.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>night shift</title><content type='html'>it's 6am now here in the office. I wanna go home but I can't. I need to wait for the office hours so I can get my ITR which is a requirement for my new job. Rizal capitol is near our office so I decided to wait for 8am. I think it is okay than to sleep few hours and go back here at the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm adjusting with my new environment. I usually open my yahoo mail, friendster account and my blogs but for a few minutes only. I can't visit my favourite blogs anymore. Being employed is far different from being a bum. Before, I surf the net all I want. I don't care about the time but now, I need to hurry up because I need to go to work. My short breaks are for 15 minutes only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to adjust to night shift. What I love about it is I will have night differential. Hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-3243850121101767890?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3243850121101767890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=3243850121101767890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/3243850121101767890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/3243850121101767890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/09/night-shift.html' title='night shift'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-466754437652626720</id><published>2008-09-16T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T00:09:33.378-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><title type='text'>career change</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;After few months of staying at home without income, I found a job. My job is different from my profession. I join the BPO industry which is not related to medical field. I need to accept the job offer because Im less productive when im unepmolyed. And, I need to earn my own money so that i don't have to ask for it from my parents. It is my first week working with my new company. I am now in my adjusting period. Difficulties are coming my way one by one but I need to deal with it. It is not easy to adopt with my new environment because of my schedules. Last week, I had the 10am-7pm shift, last monday was 3pm- 12mn and now, i have 7pm-4am sched. I know that in this industry, changes in schedule is a common thing but I'm having a hard time adjusting to it. Also, I need to make new relationship with my new co- workers. I know I can get along with them well in the next few days because we will be together for more than 5 months or more. I just hope things will run smoothly for the coming days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-466754437652626720?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/466754437652626720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=466754437652626720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/466754437652626720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/466754437652626720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/09/career-change.html' title='career change'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-2665379647809476965</id><published>2008-09-14T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T18:06:16.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shoe tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;thanks &lt;a href="http://wanderlustlass.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Berna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for this tag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What’s your shoe size? Are your feet the same size as your mom’s feet? How about your sister’s feet? Can you borrow shoes from each other?Post a picture of your latest shoe buy. Tag the number of women of your shoe size, i.e. size 5 = tag 5 friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My shoe size is 6. Yup, my mom and I have the same shoe size that's why I wear her shoes sometines. Hehe. My sister's is smaller than us but she usually borrow my shoes. Here is a picture of the latest shoes I bought. I already made a post about it last April.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246047797338799442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SM20rUsZfVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/JBNttFHHPlo/s200/DSC00707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-2665379647809476965?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2665379647809476965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=2665379647809476965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/2665379647809476965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/2665379647809476965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/09/shoe-tag.html' title='shoe tag'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SM20rUsZfVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/JBNttFHHPlo/s72-c/DSC00707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-6673607147104492344</id><published>2008-09-14T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:40:49.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government'/><title type='text'>the sermon about OFW</title><content type='html'>I attended the mass yesterday. The priest was telling us that it is OFW's generation. People wants to go abroad to work. They want to earn there because they want to give thier families better life. The priest said that the governent is proud that we have many OFW but he said that we should not be proud of it. Why? The reason is if we have many opportunity here in our country, the citizens would not think of leaving the country. I realized that the priest was right. People would choose to stay with their families if their income was enough for them. Its not easy to work abroad and stay away from you family. I think the governement should realize that they should generate work for Filipinos. They should not be proud that people were leaving the country and looked for greener pastures. What can you say about this??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-6673607147104492344?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6673607147104492344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=6673607147104492344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/6673607147104492344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/6673607147104492344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/09/sermon-about-ofw.html' title='the sermon about OFW'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-8706025942564500404</id><published>2008-09-09T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T05:13:10.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>techpet</title><content type='html'>im attending a techinical training right now. It was not as fun as LPET. I was late during my break because I was checking my friendster profile in the pantry. At the pantry, I had the chance to talked to my one of my co-trainees. I felt good talking to him because he is my colleague and we went to the same school in college. At our last break for the day, we talked for 30 minutes reminiscing our college days. Hahaha. The conversation was very entertaining and very interesting. I think the techpet would turn out well becuase I'm learning new things and meeting new people. Having conversation with them. Now, I gotta go. I'll update you about the things that will happen to me in the coming days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-8706025942564500404?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8706025942564500404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=8706025942564500404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/8706025942564500404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/8706025942564500404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/09/techpet.html' title='techpet'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-1522909866243767396</id><published>2008-09-06T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:30:45.935-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><title type='text'>just a new guy</title><content type='html'>Physically, he is not my type. I don't go for someone like him. He has sense of humor that can make everyone laugh. I don't know why it feels good holding his hands. Whenever I see him, I want to hug him. I want to take care of him. Its like we have this connection that I can't explain. The sad part about this, he belongs to someone else. He has a fiance. I know, its wrong to think of him. Right now, I'm hoping that this feeling fade away. He is a new guy that will be gone after while. Here I am again, saying nonsense things. I don't know how to deal with this feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-1522909866243767396?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1522909866243767396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=1522909866243767396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/1522909866243767396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/1522909866243767396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-new-guy.html' title='just a new guy'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-8120431079268573993</id><published>2008-09-06T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:57:44.713-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><title type='text'>RIP Nepho Quiambao</title><content type='html'>I met Nepomuceno Quiambao Jr. two weeks ago. We usually call him Nepho. We attended the training for two weeks. He passed the evaluation. When he was signing the contract. He felt bad and complained about his headache. He went to the clinic. After thirty minutes he was rushed to the hospital. He was coma for two days. He joined our Creator last August 31, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nepho was a great person. He exerted so much effort to travel from Pampanga to Manila just to attend our training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May he rest and peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-8120431079268573993?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8120431079268573993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=8120431079268573993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/8120431079268573993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/8120431079268573993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/09/rip-nepho-quiambao.html' title='RIP Nepho Quiambao'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-9137959297984018250</id><published>2008-09-06T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:31:34.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>stressful weekend</title><content type='html'>i attended a training for 3 weeks. i'm glad i passed it last friday. It was my 2nd time to attend that training. I didn't feel that it was an evaluation because I just talked to a friend. That day was stressful for me. I had my medical exam after the evaluation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i met some of my co-trainees at the nearest bar. Rhy, Lian, Ken and I drank few bottles of bar while waiting for the text messages of our other co-trainees. After an hour, we decided to meet the others at Gel's bar in Pasay. We rode the MRT. We met them at Taft station. We proceeded to the bar. it is a small bar. We drink and drink, sang using the videoke at had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2am, we decided to go to cubao. We planned to go to Nepho's wake at Pampanga. We went to Pampanga at met Nepho's brother, who take us to their house. I didn't know what I felt when I saw him inside the coffin. Just a week before he was with us. He was laughing on our jokes. We stayed there 'til his burial. While we were waiting for 9am, we talked about crazy stuff. Then, at 9am we headed to church for Nepho's burial mass and went to the cementery. We ate to Jollibee and rode the bus going to Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things happened last weekend but I'm happy seeing my co-trainees again. We just had two weeks together but it was memorable for us. We may not know each other for a long time but the bonding that we have is different compare to others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-9137959297984018250?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/9137959297984018250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=9137959297984018250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/9137959297984018250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/9137959297984018250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/09/stressful-weekend.html' title='stressful weekend'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-9040122008770667720</id><published>2008-08-23T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T07:05:34.608-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>too busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It was a busy week for me. I had a training for this week that made me stopped posting new enties in my blogs. I had a 6am- 3pm schedule for the training. It was fun, plus I relearned some of the things I learned last year. But what I hate about it was every time I went home, I feel so exhausted. I didn't have the chance to plurk all day anymore. I didn't bother to blog hop, which was my routine every time I logged in. These things made me sad. I had to stopped doing the things I usually do. :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now, I feel so sleepy. But, i have to make this post because I want to inform you guys that I'm okay .And I just need to rest for a while. I have to prioritize things. I  have to sacrifice many things because of my training this means I have to sleep earlier. I have many things that is in my mind right now but, I can't formulate the ideas. Something is wrong about me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe next time, I will formulate the thoughts that are lingering in my mind right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will be back again. I will visit your blogs soon. Maybe, after my training. I hope I will pass it. See yah soon!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-9040122008770667720?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/9040122008770667720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=9040122008770667720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/9040122008770667720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/9040122008770667720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/08/too-busy.html' title='too busy'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-2522650706008366684</id><published>2008-08-13T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T18:29:42.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='litratong pinoy'/><title type='text'>LP# 10 Liwaliw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SKOF2pb8wXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/yLUhJVdSBv8/s1600-h/DSC01483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234174365817160050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SKOF2pb8wXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/yLUhJVdSBv8/s400/DSC01483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Ito ay kuha mula sa SM Baguio. Ang dami ng bahay dun kumpara nung una kong punta nung bata pa ako. Isa ito sa mga kuha ko nung nag liwaliw akong mag isa sa Baguio. Di ko ito makakalimutan dahil wala akong pictures dahil wala akong kasama para kumuha ng picture ko. Hahaha. Pero masaya naman kahit ako lang ang lumanghap ng malamig na hangin. Hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-2522650706008366684?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2522650706008366684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=2522650706008366684' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/2522650706008366684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/2522650706008366684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/08/lp-liwaliw.html' title='LP# 10 Liwaliw'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SKOF2pb8wXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/yLUhJVdSBv8/s72-c/DSC01483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-962952480053597910</id><published>2008-08-03T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T23:03:06.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other&apos;s blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plurk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>free invites because of plurk</title><content type='html'>I always tell people that I'm in the blogsphere for 8 months now, and I'm really glad about it.&lt;br /&gt;My blog hopping was not a daily routine for me since I have to open my account in other sites. But when I have the chance to do it, I always see the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://plurk.com/"&gt;plurk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; widget at other's blog. I'm so curious about it so i decided to visit the site. I didn't see what is inside the site coz I need to sign up in order to know what is the unique characteristics of it. I am tired of signing up for stuffs like that so I didn't sign up. But as time goes by, friends from the blogsphere continously tell things that they plurk. My curiousity about the site was there again so i went there to visit and have no choice but to sign up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I become a member last June and I was not intersted in it so I didn't visit plurk every time I'm online. But things change, last week I logged in to plurk and my karma is low. I was eager to make it higher so I decided to add friends, vsit other's profile and plurk. Then I met &lt;a href="http://blog.edarevalo.net/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;musicblogger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thru plurk. He told me that he is giving free tickets for the premiere of ALPS, i visited his blog and read the mechanics of the contest. I think it is easy, so I decided to join with the help of google(hehehe), i just need to know the title of each songs in the playlist. It was not an easy task  to guess the title of the songs from his playlist because some of them are classic-which I didn't listen to. After, few hours of answering the contest I decided to submit my answers and told Ed that I"m done with it. He told me that he will post the winners on August 2. That day came and i visited his site coz he will be posting the winners that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TENTENENEN-TENEN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well. I won two invites. I'm so happy because it's my first time to win a contest from the net. The premiere will be later this afternoon and I invited one of my gal pal to join me at SM Mall of Asia. I'm so excited. I will also meet the other winners, who are also plurkers. If you have a plurk account and loiters in the plurk world, visit my &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/emoterangnurse"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;profile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;May we have higher Karma. Hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-962952480053597910?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/962952480053597910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=962952480053597910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/962952480053597910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/962952480053597910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/08/free-invites-because-of-plurk.html' title='free invites because of plurk'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-5057270842109032624</id><published>2008-08-01T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T01:52:49.909-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><title type='text'>I'M SORRY!!!</title><content type='html'>I am have four blogs right now, excluding my blogs in multiply and friendster. These blogs are important to me coz this is my sanctuary. I wrote things that comes from my heart and mind. But lately. I haven't updated my other blogs for some reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i checked on my blogs. I read the comment that there is a wrong grammar in my previous post. Well, I'm glad that person correct my mistake but the way he/she said it makes me feel sad, embarassed and angry at the same time. He/she happens to be my colleague.That was really sad for me. I mean, he/she can say it in a nicer way. I know I am not good in communcating in English and sometimes my post have typographical errors that I intend not to edit it because I have no time to do it. Negative feed backs is okay with me, it can help me improve my post. But,you don't have to judged me as a nurse just because of my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English is not a basis of your skills and knowledges as a nurse. You must not judge a person because she cannot communicate well in this language. I may write sentences that are gramatically wrong but you have no right to tell me that im incompetent. Even Americans and Europeans sometimes says things that are gramatically wrong. So to you COLLEAGUE, thanks for the comment I just hope you get a band score of 10.0 in IELTS. Good luck!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-5057270842109032624?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5057270842109032624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=5057270842109032624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/5057270842109032624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/5057270842109032624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;M SORRY!!!'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-610534776608509757</id><published>2008-07-27T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T06:53:03.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><title type='text'>you don't know him</title><content type='html'>He is not what you think he is.&lt;br /&gt;He is a good guy.&lt;br /&gt;He respects me.&lt;br /&gt;He cares for me.&lt;br /&gt;He makes me laugh when i'm down.&lt;br /&gt;I could list many sentences that colud describe him.&lt;br /&gt;I know he has a different world than us.&lt;br /&gt;He grew up in the province.&lt;br /&gt;He was raised differently.&lt;br /&gt;We're together before but now,&lt;br /&gt;We go out just as friends&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't mean we still love each other.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think there is a problem with it.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to worry about us okay?&lt;br /&gt;So i'm tellin you now,&lt;br /&gt;you don't know him,&lt;br /&gt;Don't judge him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-610534776608509757?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/610534776608509757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=610534776608509757' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/610534776608509757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/610534776608509757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-dont-know-him.html' title='you don&apos;t know him'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-2827959451302106989</id><published>2008-07-16T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:53:08.877-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='litratong pinoy'/><title type='text'>LP# Luntian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223771971885084530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SH6Q7oPaL3I/AAAAAAAAAOM/-7ahoZh5yCA/s400/DSC02188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223772213036917458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SH6RJqmfItI/AAAAAAAAAOU/F3N_QGc0YFE/s400/DSC02191.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Kahapon, malakas ang ulan at naalala ko na huwebes na pala kinabukasan. "Luntian" yan ang tema sa linggong ito, pag tingin ko sa labas ng bahay nakita ko ang mga dahon. Tamang-tama para sa aking lahok ngayong linggo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Natuwa ako sa mga butil ng tubig sa dahon ng atis, kaya eto ang kinuhanan ko. Parang perlas ang tubig na makikita sa loob ng shell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Huwebes!!!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.litratongpinoy.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.litratongpinoy.com/images/button80.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-2827959451302106989?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2827959451302106989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=2827959451302106989' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/2827959451302106989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/2827959451302106989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/07/lp-luntian.html' title='LP# Luntian'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SH6Q7oPaL3I/AAAAAAAAAOM/-7ahoZh5yCA/s72-c/DSC02188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-7432904381624544662</id><published>2008-07-12T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:34:22.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>diary for this week</title><content type='html'>this week i met my highschool friends at the mall near the vicinity. Drink cold coffee, picture taking and chatting. I miss those gelays. It's a good thing I decided to meet them at that place....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day someone invited me for a seminar...i'm officially a member of waters phils...i met new people...that was a nice experience for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to rest the next day coz of the other things i'm up to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs, i went to makati to meet a friend...oh yeah, she's a KG so the topic is about those men in uniform...ahhaha...then we headed to manila to visit st.jude parish near malacanang...meet some of our friends and went to trinoma to have lunch....late lunch for us...after, we went to greenhills, me and pam need to buy new batt for our phones...&lt;br /&gt;on our way home it was raining cats and dogs...good thing i had my umbrella with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, friday, i had c0nfe with my highschool batch mate..oh well reminscing the old school..&lt;br /&gt;.then i met my ex before 6pm at the mall...watch a movie together...and eat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week, i enjoyed my life as a bum...wahahaha... it was tiring but i dont care it's hella fun...been busy these weeks so i dont have good posts today...i didn't join LP, so sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm planning to go to cavite this weekend but it seems that my budget was not enough...i'm broke...huhuhu...Oooppps!!! my phone is ringing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my gelay, we will meet at around 5pm this evening...another chitchat...hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;i'll see you next week fellows...i may not be busy next week(i guess)...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-7432904381624544662?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7432904381624544662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=7432904381624544662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/7432904381624544662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/7432904381624544662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/07/diary-for-this-week.html' title='diary for this week'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-8876114376256898305</id><published>2008-07-06T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T01:03:04.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>MISSING: My Brother, Symon Reyes</title><content type='html'>For almost 18 years me and my brother spend time together. We shared our secrets, stories, problems and anything under the sun. we played teks, trumpo and even jolens when we were younger. he is my friend, my playing buddy and my enemy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is younger than I am, he is brighter than me but I don't care if he is coz he is my brother anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful of having him, Even if there were times that we have misunderstandings. I love him. I been a good older sister to him, I guess. I witnessed the emotions he felt when we were together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he have to go to other place, for his future, for his mission, for his destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, he hurdled the plains of lUzon and hike the the mountains of Baguio, that is his destination. I am proud of him, not all people had the chance to make it there. I'm sure he'll be a better person when he went our of that school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out he is lost, he is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to find him. I tried to bring him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,a man went to our home last june, same eyes, nose, face, mouth ang height as my brother. added muscles was evidence in his arms and legs. I wonder if he is my brother. As i spent time with that man, i realized he is not my brother. He is Mr. Iceman. The passionate and sweet brother that I had for the past 18 years was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to reach out for my brother, to take him back. I sent messages thru his friendster and thru his phone but... he is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i am waiting for him to come back. He is being miss by her emotional older sister. Yeah, that is what he thinks of me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my brother, I know you have no time to read blogs but in case you find time I am asking you to come back. I miss you. I know we are not in good terms right now. I know your expecting me to be better but don't worry I'm trying to be. I know there were changes in your life. You have a diffirent world now, but it doesn't mean that you need to ignore your feelings just to fit in to your new world. Your pain is worse than the pain I felt before but I'm willing to help you healed those wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever you bumped into my brother, please tell him these things. It will be a big help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-8876114376256898305?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8876114376256898305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=8876114376256898305' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/8876114376256898305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/8876114376256898305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/07/missing-my-brother-symon-reyes.html' title='MISSING: My Brother, Symon Reyes'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-4317697115643616265</id><published>2008-07-03T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:53:09.283-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='litratong pinoy'/><title type='text'>LP # 14 Tatak Pinoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SG2W5uI0t4I/AAAAAAAAAOE/b7aw86LGYG8/s1600-h/DSC01388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218993461574023042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SG2W5uI0t4I/AAAAAAAAAOE/b7aw86LGYG8/s400/DSC01388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Huli na ng isang araw ang aking lahok. Ngunit sumali pa din ako dahil ang tagal ko ng di sumali. Ito ay kuha ko nung minsan nag overnyt swimming kami. Alak, chicha, chaser at baso ito ay mga kailangan sa inuman. Pinoy na Pinoy!!! Ang lalong nakakapag pasarap sa ganito ay ang kwentuhan at tawanan kasama ang mga mahal mong kaibigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy LP people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.litratongpinoy.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.litratongpinoy.com/images/button80.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-4317697115643616265?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4317697115643616265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=4317697115643616265' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/4317697115643616265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/4317697115643616265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/07/lp-14-tatak-pinoy.html' title='LP # 14 Tatak Pinoy'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SG2W5uI0t4I/AAAAAAAAAOE/b7aw86LGYG8/s72-c/DSC01388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-3477300868388880097</id><published>2008-06-22T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T00:21:41.911-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><title type='text'>i'm not a part of the military world</title><content type='html'>watz with the title??&lt;br /&gt;as all my readers know im a nurse, im not in the military world..some may not understand this post but i just want to share my thoughts for this day coz i haven't check my blogs for a week and forgot to post a new entry and this issue is lingering my mind for a few days now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, through my blogs and friendster, i met people who are connected to the military world...it was a nice experience reading their blogs and profiles coz i had the chance to understand them and learn things from them... i usually drop by to their sites and put comments...they had the chance to know me and know how i am connected to their world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but things change, it seems like my connection to them is making this as bad idea...so i decided not to communicate from people in the military world from now on...no more messges...comments and meebo... oh yeah... it seems like im being familiar to them and my mysterios side was being revealed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now,im clearing things up...im not in the military world...i had enough... no more endorsement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios amigos!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-3477300868388880097?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3477300868388880097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=3477300868388880097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/3477300868388880097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/3477300868388880097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-not-part-of-military-world.html' title='i&apos;m not a part of the military world'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-4104587620221507568</id><published>2008-06-11T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:53:09.947-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='litratong pinoy'/><title type='text'>LP # 11 Kalayaan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SFBvuN-xHzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rkd_Gk3kaJI/s1600-h/DSC02064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210787608685256498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SFBvuN-xHzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rkd_Gk3kaJI/s400/DSC02064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ito ang aking lahok para sa linggong ito, mga batang naglalaro. Bilang bata,malaya sila na maglaro sa kalye. Sa akin, ang mga bata ay may kalayaan kahit na musmos pa lamang sila. Malaya sila sa alalahanin, malaya sila sa responsibilidad at malaya sila sa mga emosyon na nararamdaman ng mga matatanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.litratongpinoy.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.litratongpinoy.com/images/button80.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-4104587620221507568?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4104587620221507568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=4104587620221507568' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/4104587620221507568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/4104587620221507568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/06/lp-11-kalayaan.html' title='LP # 11 Kalayaan'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SFBvuN-xHzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rkd_Gk3kaJI/s72-c/DSC02064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-580908618992431368</id><published>2008-06-10T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T09:09:42.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>i just rest</title><content type='html'>i didn't update my blog for few weeks because i'm busy joining forums and updating my other sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, my goal for having a blog is to earn money and to let others know what i do everyday but as time goes by,things change. I met people here in the blogsphere and i learned many things from reading other blogs. Earning is not my priority now for writing things. It is more on meeting new people,having good conversation and building friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not update my post, but i kept on visiting and writing comments to other's site. But I wasn't able to join the LP for two weeks.Huhuhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, i am planning to get a postal ID and certifications from my past job, it means i didn't know when will be the next posts. Please bare with me. I hope you understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-580908618992431368?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/580908618992431368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=580908618992431368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/580908618992431368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/580908618992431368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-just-rest.html' title='i just rest'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-5537178646118711184</id><published>2008-05-25T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:53:10.398-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>too much sweets...arghhh</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, it was my aunts' birthday celebration. It was a memorable family bonding for us plus, we talk to my tita who was in california and my tito who stays in London, using Skype. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For lunch my dessert is:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204534413190951634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SDo4eVeK8tI/AAAAAAAAANc/mz6Can9y8y0/s400/DSC01812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                 a slice of cake with coated sugar icing...yummy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, i hurriedly took a bath to attend a mass in the church.Then I headed to JM's( my highschool friend, my bespren) crib because it is his birthday. I had my dinner there with my other high school friends...check out my &lt;a href="http://shamainereyes.multiply.com/"&gt;MULTIPLY SITE&lt;/a&gt; for pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And my dessert for dinner is:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204535688796238562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SDo5oleK8uI/AAAAAAAAANk/Ffm_Lfowhjk/s400/DSC04739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                        a slice of black forest cake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  I had so much glucose for this day so I thinking not to take sweets for the whole week. I wish I will not have toothache for the coming days...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-5537178646118711184?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5537178646118711184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=5537178646118711184' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/5537178646118711184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/5537178646118711184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/too-much-sweetsarghhh.html' title='too much sweets...arghhh'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SDo4eVeK8tI/AAAAAAAAANc/mz6Can9y8y0/s72-c/DSC01812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-6043204600051560414</id><published>2008-05-25T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:44:43.076-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>waaahhhh...i'm gettin older</title><content type='html'>it's not my birthday okay...&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to share some thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom, my sister, my cousin and I went to the mall last saturday. We need to buy a gift, because mom will attend a wedding on Wednesday. As we look for the best gift that she could give to the couple,we choose gift that is useful and affordable. there were many choices, but we have to buy what we think is useful. We settle on buying an electric fan. then, my sister paid for that gift and we headed to the gift wrapping station.  While waiting for it to be wrap, my mom and I went to the bookstore to buy a magazine. I was excited to go to the bookstore because i want to check out what is the latest book that I could buy. I saw the books of Murakami but I can't buy the books because I forgot to bring my wallet. So, i decided to buy it the next time I went there. When we got back at the gift wrapping station, the wrapping is finished. Then, we decided to eat. I ask my sister to take out our order so we can go home as possible. She agreed on me and we waited for our orders to be served. We were waiting too long so I decided to follow up our orders. we headed home as soon as we got our food. I feel so tired that's why I wanted us to go home immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this situation makes me realize that things changes. Why? because when i was still in high school and college, i love going to malls. I always visited the boutiques and department store to check out whats the latest. i'm fond of checkin out the new things that I could buy. I always have the energy to go from one store to another even if the mall is as big as megamall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now,things were different. I go to malls if I will meet a friend or dine with my family.I don't want to go strolling to malls anymore. I want to go there if it is really important. I feel like I'm gettin older because of this. The things that I loved doing before is the thing that I hate to do now. So much changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell my tita about this and she told me it's normal. She told me that its maturity. My preferences and likes changes because I matured. If this is a sign of another step of maturity, I'm glad I took another step of it. It's better to tagged it that way than to say that I'm getting older...Hahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-6043204600051560414?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6043204600051560414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=6043204600051560414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/6043204600051560414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/6043204600051560414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/waaahhhhim-gettin-older.html' title='waaahhhh...i&apos;m gettin older'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-9015849909814550140</id><published>2008-05-22T05:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:53:10.602-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='litratong pinoy'/><title type='text'>LP# 8 WATER</title><content type='html'>I almost forgot that it's thursday today because I get disoriented about the day because I got sick last weekend and I didn't check what day it is. I thought it was just Wednesday until my tita told me that it was thursday today. Oh my! I'm late for posting my pictures at LP. And I didn't know what is the theme for the week. Then, I hurriedly opened the computer and check out LP. Because I was not prepared for this week I browse the pictures in my documents and saw the pictures last May 7, 2008. We went to Club Manila East (CME) at that day to avail our free tickets. I just arrived from a trip from La Union when my tita ask me to join them. Since its free, I packed my things and went to CME. It was fun and I enjoyed the view. I couldn't help myself from taking pictures...hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the photos I took that day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203179174915404402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SDVn5FeK8nI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Jz27D_V-7jo/s400/DSC01643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of all the photos of the swimming pools this shot is my favourite...The water and the sky's color is so perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My summer is not complete if I didn't go to a swimming outing. I just love staying under the sun and water even if I didn't know how to swim. Hehehehe. And &lt;a href="http://clubmanilaeast.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CLUB MANILA EAST&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;is a nice place to enjoy the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.litratongpinoy.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.litratongpinoy.com/images/button80.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-9015849909814550140?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/9015849909814550140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=9015849909814550140' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/9015849909814550140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/9015849909814550140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/lp-8-water.html' title='LP# 8 WATER'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SDVn5FeK8nI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Jz27D_V-7jo/s72-c/DSC01643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-8271192671966947980</id><published>2008-05-20T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T00:56:29.807-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>thank God i'm okay now...</title><content type='html'>I have many plans for weekend but I have to cancel it because I'm so weak. I had fever and tonsilitis. All i have to do is stay at bed. i been sick for three days but I still check my mails everday. I know it's bad for me to face the computer and read things but what can i do I'm so bored staying at home.But i had learned many things beccuse of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First is, one cadet is out there who is worried about me becuase I told him I'm sick. I really appreciate his messages.I'm so thankful of that him,who texted me every now and then to check if I'm okay and I eat food that will make me feel better. He is always like that, he is thoughtful. Even if he is busy doing his task in the academy he is always there to remind me not to stay late.I'm really grateful to have him. I hope he stays like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being sick also made me realized that I should look for job that will give me constant income coz I should not spend all my savings in my gimmicks and vacation. I'm thinking of accepting a call center job while waiting for a review or an exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing I learned from being sick is I should take care of myself and take vitamins again even if I feel that I am already healthy.Prevention is better than cure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-8271192671966947980?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8271192671966947980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=8271192671966947980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/8271192671966947980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/8271192671966947980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/thank-god-im-okay-now.html' title='thank God i&apos;m okay now...'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-3201520145398280528</id><published>2008-05-14T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:53:10.751-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='litratong pinoy'/><title type='text'>LP # 7 BURNING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SCuHPjLVm0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/qZvOKAN_Gps/s1600-h/DSC01746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200398895939951426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SCuHPjLVm0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/qZvOKAN_Gps/s400/DSC01746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This gas range is used more than a decade. My tita purchased this when she came here in the Philippines for a visit. We still use it and it still works as if it's brand new. It may be old but its useful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The color of it's fire is blue because of the LPG, i think this gas results that effect.Now that the price of LPG is getting higher and higher I told them that we should use alternative cooking stuff like charcoal but say its better to use gas range. It is less effort to cook using it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200401451445492562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SCuJkTLVm1I/AAAAAAAAAMg/l04uW3iaA3g/s400/DSC01745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.litratongpinoy.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.litratongpinoy.com/images/button80.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-3201520145398280528?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3201520145398280528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=3201520145398280528' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/3201520145398280528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/3201520145398280528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/lp-7-burning.html' title='LP # 7 BURNING'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SCuHPjLVm0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/qZvOKAN_Gps/s72-c/DSC01746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-6535539431723572511</id><published>2008-05-14T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T00:19:48.006-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>am i not capable to love??</title><content type='html'>i been through failed relationship before, I already shared my experiences about it at my past posts. Now that I'm still single, many people are asking me why I'm not committed right now because my parents already allow me to have someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by, I had so much time thinking about myself, what I really want in life and am I ready to take risk again. Here i am again, making another emo posts. I'm sorry but I can't help it because of the things that happened to me and this blog is my outlet in expressing what I feel. This is all because of what happened recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, someone ask me to go out with him but I already had plans of meeting my friends back in high school. It's been 5 years since my friends and I had our last get together so I cancelled other activities that day so I can spend time with them again including my date with that someone.As I chat with my friends, he keeps on texting me and asking me if we could meet up after few hours. It's getting late and it's not safe for him to travel so i told him to see me the next day. This message disappoints him. He told me that he had plans for the next day and we can't see each other. I also get carried away so I just replied and say okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, he didn't text me the whole day. It makes me think about what happened, my pasts relationships and the people who walk away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right, it makes me wonder and ask myself if I'm not a girl who was willing to make a sacrifice for a person who is special to me. Am i really selfish? coz i always choose the things i wanted and I didn't ask my partner's opinion about it. I always dominate the other persons' wants and needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i reminisce the past, I realized that I'm afraid to show my feelings. I'm scared of letting others know how much I love them. I always back off from my special someone every time the emotions towards him is getting deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so selfish. I'm so afraid to take chances and fall so deep. I'm so frightened to experience pain- a part of loving someone. But i already felt the hurting part,ironic isn't it? I think I don't have the courage to fight for love. All i know is to give up easily when I know that pain is coming my way. I chose to let go than to surpass the trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned my lessons now, I just hope it's not too late and let that right person slipped from my hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-6535539431723572511?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6535539431723572511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=6535539431723572511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/6535539431723572511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/6535539431723572511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/am-i-not-capable-to-love.html' title='am i not capable to love??'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-3684011200036818409</id><published>2008-05-12T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T23:21:08.307-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>10 things about me</title><content type='html'>Got tagged by &lt;a href="http://wanderlustlass.blogspot.com/"&gt;berna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;* Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their ten things and post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;* At the end of your blog, you need to choose ten people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;* Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I signed up for blogspot 5 months ago but I learned the things related to blogging just months ago.&lt;br /&gt;2. I used to love Winnie the Pooh stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;3. At our outing, I learned that there are many islands in Binangonan, I thought it is just one but there's more.&lt;br /&gt;4. I went to Baguio alone last week and I feel like i'm free as a bird.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm scared of rides in amusement park so I'm not excited every time we plan to go in EK and star city.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm maintaining four blogs.&lt;br /&gt;7. I love to watch Milan over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;8. I got a crush on Bryan the leading charater in hana kimi. so cute.hehehe&lt;br /&gt;9.I often shop alone in malls and shops.&lt;br /&gt;10. I want to learn other sports aside from volleyball and badmintton.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-3684011200036818409?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3684011200036818409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=3684011200036818409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/3684011200036818409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/3684011200036818409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/10-things-about-me.html' title='10 things about me'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-2552976415971480350</id><published>2008-05-11T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T02:31:46.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><title type='text'>being simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SIMPLICITY &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is not found outside of you.. It doesn'tcome from cars, clothes, cash, or Caribbean cruises. Happiness isfound within. But how can you find it if you don't have thesimplicity of time and space to discover the most important things inyour life? How can you search the depths of your soul if youare too busy impressing others, acquiring wealth, protecting yourproperties, and paying your debts? Simplicity is not about the external either: livingin a doghouse, eating in hepatitis joints, wearing rags. Let me define what it is: Simplicity is living from the core of your being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A TREASURE MAP OF HAPPINESS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplicity will point to you where and what and whothe gold is in your life. Let me share with you the seven powerful lessonsI've learned on simple living:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. LIVE ON LESS, AND DELIGHT IN THEM MORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Some take their pleasure dining in classyrestaurants, trips to Europe , and owning the latest home theatre-equipment. I'vechosen the simple path: If I can simply be with my wife, or take a quietstroll under a canopy of stars, or play with a child, or read a good book in myhome, or laugh with friends over a pizza, I consider myself richly blessed. Focus on what you have and not on what you don'thave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. STOP RUNNING AND WALK INSTEAD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the truth: The person who has covered thegreatest distance does NOT win, but the one who has most enjoyed thejourney does.. Stop running around chasing your own tail! Get off your hurried pace and learn to breathe.Replace doing with being. Learn to say "NO" to invitations, appointments, andcommitments, activities, and events that will rob you of yourfocus. Learn to say "YES" to rest, to tranquility, toquietness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. YOU ARE MORE THAN YOUR WEALTH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own very few things today. Because I am more thanthe brand of my watch, the logo of my shoes, the name of my car. Ibelieve that if in my soul I deeply respect and value myself, people around mewill sense that, and they too, will value and respect me“ whether I'm wearingArmani or not.&lt;br /&gt;You are more than your wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. AVOID BUYING ON CREDIT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in borrowing from credit cards. (Forconvenience, I use one card but I pay the whole amount at the end of eachmonth.) If I need something really bad, I save up for it. Sometimes, at midpoint, I realize I don't reallyneed the darn thing and give up the whole idea.. The only exception Ifeel we should enter into credit is when buying a non-depreciating item, suchas housing or land. I believe we should always live within our earningcapacity.Proverbs 22:7 says, "Those who borrow are slaves ofmoneylenders. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. GIVE AS MUCH AS YOU CAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If I content myself with a P250 shirt instead of aP4,000 Lacoste,I can help others more.Trust me, there is immense pleasure! You will findthat the empty thrill of owning a diamond ring on your finger pales in comparison tothe joy of handing a piece of bread to an orphan child.&lt;br /&gt;"And God is able to make all grace abound to you, sothat in all things at all times,having all that you need, you will abound in everygood work." (2 Corinthians 9:8)&lt;br /&gt;The Old Testament of tithing, or giving 10% of yourincome, is a good guideline to follow.&lt;br /&gt;The New Testament challenges us to give with acheerful heart. (When you're cheerful,you may give more than 10%) Make it a habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. SAVE AS MUCH AS YOU CAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saving is essential to being good stewards of themoney that God "lends" to us. Saving is an important way of providing for our future “ both for our needs and to be generous to others. I recommend that you saveat least 10% of your income. I can almost hear you now: "Bo, that's impossible!" Oh yeah? Well, how did you live three years back when your salary was one-halfits present amount?"&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifice. Many of our needs are actually wants. Is cable TV aneed?Will you suddenly die if you can't watch CNN or HBO?Are those new golf clubs essential to your existence?Invest in time deposits, long-term stocks, andhousing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. BUDGET, BUDGET, BUDGET!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a list of all your monthly expenses, accordingto categories. Make also a list of irregular expenses, those that don't comemonthly. Set up another savings account for those expenses and put in a little money eachmonth. To differentiate this from the savings account, we call ours, "freedom account"because it frees us from worrying about them when they attack. And stick to your budget!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ONE LAST WORD BEFORE WE CLOSE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balance!&lt;br /&gt;Don't take living simply to the extremes!!! Living simply doesn't mean living in deprivation!There are special days when my wife and I eat in afancy restaurant.Or when we splurge into a vacation. Very rare, yes, but my point is that you take livingsimply NOTas a rigid goal “ but as a happy process towardsthe goals of generosity, inner peace and holiness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-2552976415971480350?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2552976415971480350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=2552976415971480350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/2552976415971480350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/2552976415971480350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/bing-simple.html' title='being simple'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-6049718958146031353</id><published>2008-05-09T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T05:26:33.917-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>I signed up for PPP</title><content type='html'>I was doing my blog hopping when I saw the PayPerPost (PPP) link from a blog that I visited. After reading the terms and conditions in PPP I register immediately. I was excited to log in and register my blog. Imagine, I can to my blog while earning money. It was good thing to know that there are sites like PPP. Because I love posting in my blog and making money through it is a bonus. I talked to another blogger about being a member for PPP, she encourage me to pursue my registration. As I waited for the approval from PPP I kept my finger cross. I really really wanted my blog to be approved. And now, the long wait is over. I’m excited and inspired to make another post because of it. I didn’t regret that I waited so long to be a part of it. It’s a pleasure for my side to have an accepted blog. I heard that most of the people in the blogsphere is already a member of the said site. Now, I’m a newbie member of it. I will also encourage my other friends to make their own blog so that they can register for this &lt;a href="http://payperpost.com/advertisers/blog-advertising.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blog network&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yrbfs3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am going to do with the money I will earn from this? I’m planning to have a review for my IELTS exam and I will use the money for the enrollment for the review. This will be a big help since I’m still looking for another job. I love PPP and I will continue to spread the news my friends in the blogsphere. Thanks PPP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.payperpost.com/?utm_source=opportunity&amp;amp;utm_medium=disclosure%2Bbadge"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/246vtz" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-6049718958146031353?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6049718958146031353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=6049718958146031353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/6049718958146031353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/6049718958146031353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-signed-up-for-ppp.html' title='I signed up for PPP'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-4060386708493611609</id><published>2008-05-08T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:53:11.441-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='litratong pinoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baguio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PMA'/><title type='text'>LP #6 BELOVED MOTHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I went to manila this morning and I know that i'm late for posting for LP but here it is. I was planning to put my mom's pic but I decided to make another post for her on Mother's day. Then I saw this picture i took from my recent trip to Baguio. For catholic people, they acknowledge Mary's role to Juses Christ's life here on earth. Images of Mary is found in grottos like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197959104805636802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SCLcRA7yisI/AAAAAAAAAMI/wuCWxVDCPKY/s400/DSC01492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;            Virgin Mary is Jesus Christ mother. She gave birth to our savior. She sacrifices for Him. Loved Him. She is an example of a loving mother. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197959323848968914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SCLcdw7yitI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/dt8Z-o4Fv1o/s400/DSC01493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.litratongpinoy.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.litratongpinoy.com/images/button80.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-4060386708493611609?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4060386708493611609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=4060386708493611609' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/4060386708493611609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/4060386708493611609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/lp-6-beloved-mother.html' title='LP #6 BELOVED MOTHER'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SCLcRA7yisI/AAAAAAAAAMI/wuCWxVDCPKY/s72-c/DSC01492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-2152592482727912940</id><published>2008-05-07T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T06:51:59.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Finally, IM HOME!!!</title><content type='html'>My vacation was extended for one day and I have no choice but to stay there in Agoo. But now I'm back to my home. I'm so glad to be back. I'm back to my old self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as arrived from my trip, I went straight to Club Manila East for a our swimming party with my cousins from my mother side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy spending time with them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really nice to be back home, and spend time with my beloved family again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll post my pictures next time coz i'm so tired and I'm going to Manila tomorrow morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-2152592482727912940?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2152592482727912940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=2152592482727912940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/2152592482727912940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/2152592482727912940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally-im-home.html' title='Finally, IM HOME!!!'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-5299266313916219827</id><published>2008-05-05T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T02:18:28.649-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>the last day in Agoo</title><content type='html'>I got so bored from Auntie's house so I went to a computer shop to check whats new in the my sites. This is my last day. The last day of my vacation here in Agoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited to go home cause there in Manila i feel like I'm an adult who can decide for herself unlike here that I'm like a kid who needs to be spoon feed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my it's raining cats and dog outside, how can I go home, I have no umbrella with me. They will worry again. Feel so helpless here. I don't know the people in this comuter shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like hell i'm stuck in this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lost child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go in our home and be free again. Show the real me Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming back Manila.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-5299266313916219827?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5299266313916219827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=5299266313916219827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/5299266313916219827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/5299266313916219827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-day-in-agoo.html' title='the last day in Agoo'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-3793551473459495413</id><published>2008-05-03T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T18:57:40.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>i wanted to go home</title><content type='html'>Well, my trip in Baguio was the reason why I cried last night. It is almost a year since the last time I cried. I learned many things yesterday. I came late in La union. I arrived here at around seven PM. Oh yeah it's consider late here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go home. This is not me, this is not the way I used to be, so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks to the two cadets who cheered me up yesterday thru their txt messages. Because of that I felt high morale.Thank you so much...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESSON LEARNED:&lt;br /&gt;City life is different from the life in rural area.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-3793551473459495413?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3793551473459495413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=3793551473459495413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/3793551473459495413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/3793551473459495413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-wanted-to-go-home.html' title='i wanted to go home'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-2757877844414068071</id><published>2008-05-02T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T19:43:40.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baguio'/><title type='text'>im alone here in Baguio</title><content type='html'>i'm here at hotshots Baguio to check my mails and check who made comments to my posts. i don't know why i am here in Baguio alone. I just need to refresh my mind and unwind for a while. I am going to posts the pictures as soon as i got back from my vacation. I should be enjoying right now but there are things that are in my mind right now. I am thinking if I should visit my brother, I am confused. It's all because of that clairvoyant that guess my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I have 2 days more for this vacation so i guess i just have to savor the moment while i'm still here. I feel like i'm not in the reality world, lost in my own imaginations. Well, I guess that's the effect of this adventurous trip  here in the city of pines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the people who made comments to my posts for LP thank you for the postive things that you said regarding the pictures I took. I will visit your blog soon. I should be moving right now to visit the places here. Got to go for now. I will share the things that happened to me at my trip.&lt;br /&gt;It lunch time and I need to get some snacks cause i'm starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, i remember, i had a problem. I had difficulty in communicating here and in Agoo because they were using their native language, &lt;em&gt;Ilokano.&lt;/em&gt; Good luck to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-2757877844414068071?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2757877844414068071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=2757877844414068071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/2757877844414068071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/2757877844414068071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-alone-here-in-baguio.html' title='im alone here in Baguio'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-1177593775969342850</id><published>2008-04-30T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:53:12.019-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='litratong pinoy'/><title type='text'>LP # 5 "SAD"</title><content type='html'>Been busy for the past few days and my mind was confused. I didn't notice that Thursday is coming up. Meaning: LP time. I think of a subject that will fit to this. I checked on my pictures but I don't think there is a picture that can fit this week's theme so I think and think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eureka!!! Eureka!!! Eureka!!! I saw my mom's beauty regimens and saw the two canisters of her facial cream. I draw two sad faces and took a shot of that thing. My talent for making faces was not good but i think that doesn't matter.Hehehehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the result:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195282688117510434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SBlaFDz7ESI/AAAAAAAAALs/tAFfGyslXb0/s400/DSC01469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195282885686006066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SBlaQjz7ETI/AAAAAAAAAL0/oB-NgHUInLk/s400/DSC01473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.litratongpinoy.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.litratongpinoy.com/images/button80.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-1177593775969342850?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1177593775969342850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=1177593775969342850' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/1177593775969342850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/1177593775969342850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/lp-6-sad.html' title='LP # 5 &quot;SAD&quot;'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SBlaFDz7ESI/AAAAAAAAALs/tAFfGyslXb0/s72-c/DSC01469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-2656016865372935195</id><published>2008-04-30T01:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:53:13.227-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bonding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>villa de castro getaway</title><content type='html'>Our contract is over but me and my AGH colleagues plan to have an outing. We planned to go to BAguio but our budget is not enough for an out of town vacation so we decided to have our overnight swimming in Villa De Castro Resort at Binangonan, Rizal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at the resort they told us that we can't have an overnight stay. We felt bad about it but after few minutes the girl who entertain us called over the phone. After the phone call, she allows us to stay there for overnight. Thanks to her, we didn't have to transfer to another resort. We wait for Ate melissa and Aileen, all in all we are eight in the group. But Ate Melissa and Irene went home at midnight. Also, Ate Angga who felt sick at that night also went home. But Billy, Gelo, Aileen, Roxy and I stayed there 'til morning. Look at the pics, these are the activities we did to keep us awake. I enjoyed that night and I'm looking forward of meeting them again. But because of our busy scheds, i wonder if that will be possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195276851256955106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SBlUxTz7EOI/AAAAAAAAALM/QvUFXY9TrO0/s320/DSC01373.JPG" border="0" /&gt; aileen, billy, me, roxy, irene @ the back gelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195277121839894770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SBlVBDz7EPI/AAAAAAAAALU/45v2A1UNSNE/s320/DSC01389.JPG" border="0" /&gt; eat and drink all you can...hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195277383832899842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SBlVQTz7EQI/AAAAAAAAALc/NoCV62mN2_Y/s320/DSC01420.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 3am: singing our using our sleepy voices- me, aileen, rox, and billy&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SBlVdTz7ERI/AAAAAAAAALk/SJEk8C26CBs/s1600-h/DSC01444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195277607171199250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SBlVdTz7ERI/AAAAAAAAALk/SJEk8C26CBs/s320/DSC01444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; waiting for the sun to shine to appreacite Laguna De bay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;visit this : &lt;a href="http://rizalprovince.blogspot.com/2008/04/ville-de-castro-in-binangonan.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VILLA DE CASTRO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/4662086719944297407-2656016865372935195?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2656016865372935195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=2656016865372935195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/2656016865372935195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/2656016865372935195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/villa-de-castro-getaway.html' title='villa de castro getaway'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SBlUxTz7EOI/AAAAAAAAALM/QvUFXY9TrO0/s72-c/DSC01373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-5073513244705451581</id><published>2008-04-28T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T01:16:05.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm promoting my site!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i am always fond signing up for different sites like &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/shamainereyes"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friendster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://shamainereyes.multiply.com/"&gt; &lt;u&gt;multiply,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.com/shamainereyes"&gt;myspace,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;a href="http://shamainereyes.hi5.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hi5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and even quechup. I also made my younger cousins, ages 3-9years old, their own profiles in friendster. Hahaha. Now, i have no time of updating their profiles because of my blog. I spend most of my time in front of the laptop browsing and reading other blogs.I get my ideas and drive to wrote my posts if I did the blog hopping. Lately, my friends are asking me why im always online but I didn't update my profiles in friendster. I told them im busy doing my blogs. The were curious about blogging, they were asking me why i waste my time publishing my blog. I told them, why don't you visit my blogs and the links in my blog roll so that you'll have an idea why i kept on writing things in my blog. My friends who have the time to visit my links give me postive feed backs and were encourage to sign up to made their own blogs. See, they understand what I'm busy updating my blogs: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SHAMY'S VOICE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kwentongbabae.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;KK&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bsnnotes.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NURSE'S NOTES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The links of my sites where here at this page, you just have to click it and then automatically you'll be there at my site. So, go and visit. Comment me if you want to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-5073513244705451581?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5073513244705451581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=5073513244705451581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/5073513244705451581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/5073513244705451581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-promoting-my-site.html' title='i&amp;#39;m promoting my site!!!'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-7031279807668815404</id><published>2008-04-28T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T01:27:57.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>having three blogs</title><content type='html'>The summit I attended last April 26, 2008  inspires me to make my blogs better and to make blogs that will inform others. This blog will serve as my personal blog. The latest things about me, my emotions and my journey will be written here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second blog that i have will be my thoughts and is written in Filipino language. It is the place where I put the things I observed around me, and share my ideas in a woman perception.&lt;br /&gt;here is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://kwentongbabae.blogspot.com/"&gt;LINK&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new blog that I made was about nursing. I always wanted to help student nurses about the things in&lt;a href="http://bsnnotes.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; NURSING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;I had a post regarding my confusion on how to organize my blog. But know i made other two blogs and this blog to organized it in a way i wanted. So check it out. thank you my dear readers. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-7031279807668815404?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7031279807668815404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=7031279807668815404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/7031279807668815404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/7031279807668815404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/having-three-blogs.html' title='having three blogs'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-1010600954837685229</id><published>2008-04-26T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:53:14.537-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>The 4th Philippine Blogging Summit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SBMszjz7D9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/nSeTzIt5RTA/s1600-h/DSC01306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193544059586285522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 409px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="136" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SBMszjz7D9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/nSeTzIt5RTA/s200/DSC01306.JPG" width="321" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is my first time to attend the blogging summit. &lt;a href="http://pinoyblogero.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karlo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; aka pinoy blogero invite me to attend this summit. I was hesitant to attend this activity because i'm a newbie blogger, but he said it is open to all. I ask my cousin to go with me since i don't know other bloggers who will attend the event, except for Karlo. For those who did not attended the summit let me share you what about what happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The place:Malcolm theater, Malcolm Hall UP Diliman Quezon, City&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193543814773149634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SBMslTz7D8I/AAAAAAAAAI8/CqZicS7Giqk/s200/DSC01314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193552778369896514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SBM0vDz7EEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/tyqiGFMgDWM/s320/DSC01347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd: Bloggers!!Bloggers!! Bloggers!!! from different places in the Philippines&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193551451225002002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SBMzhzz7EBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/vxssujlVex8/s320/DSC01331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193550961598730226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SBMzFTz7D_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/JFMqtZymh0s/s320/DSC01318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The speakers:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193550600821477346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SBMywTz7D-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/QRtttqx24Dg/s320/DSC01309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thegeekettespeaketh.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charo Nuguid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; talks about tips on how to start a blog, helpful for anewbie blogger like me...:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193552348873166898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SBM0WDz7EDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fMpDM1_q1EY/s320/DSC01332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pinoyblogero.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Juan Karlo Licudine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of Pinoyblogero.com talks about being a problogger and his income...hahahaha... Gotcha their Karlo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193551223591735298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SBMzUjz7EAI/AAAAAAAAAJc/qmSkwO5JyaM/s320/DSC01337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.baratillo.net/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Juned Sunido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dicussed photo blogging, he showed us the cameras he used for photography and I want to have those too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193551975211012130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SBM0ATz7ECI/AAAAAAAAAJs/NlEOb8sXVMo/s320/DSC01343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jonasdiego.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jonas Diego&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; who did blog comics show his works and give us some ideas about his works. Fantastic!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After this my cam became batt empty. I forgot to bring extra batteries because I thought it can last 'til the summit ends but I was wrong. Too bad, I didn't took the pictures of other speakers like &lt;a href="http://www.yougottech.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen Apolo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thisiscoy.net/"&gt;Coy Caballes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who made a video that teach us on how to do Podcast and Vlog. Then Elections 2010 and blogging was discussed by &lt;a href="http://www.quezon.ph/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manuel L. Quezon III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; , &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hablachabacano.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luz Rimban&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; , &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;a href="http://philippineselection.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Janette Toral&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; . &lt;/strong&gt;They informed us that being a blogger can be a big help on the coming election on 2010. Legal things about blogging was told to us by &lt;a href="http://disini.i.ph/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atty. JJ Disini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; The campaign for SEO about the filipina was made by &lt;a href="http://filipinaimages.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noemi Lardizabal Dado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;I was inspired to make a posts regarding Filipina because of her. Maybe i'll made a post about this. Promoting our images around the world is a challenge especially now that the world think of us in a negative way. The last speaker was &lt;a href="http://riajose.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ria Jose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;She is a walking blog, just kidding. I admire her because she is maintaining 11 blogs. That is not an easy task. She writes about many things and promotes the place where she came from. I was thinking of having a new blog that will promote my hometown, Taytay, Rizal. I am looking for more pictures at my files so that I will start to write things about my place. Maybe next month i'll start to do it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, after the talk is raffle draw. Guess what? i won a shirt from &lt;a href="http://www.morphexchange.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MORPH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; The shirt is too big for me but I like the print so i decided to ask my mom to send it to a tailor for repair. Group picture of the bloggers where the finale. Too bad i didn't have batteries, Iwasn't able to took some pictures. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A party at Katip's Bar happened after the summit but i wasn't able to attend it because it is getting late and I need to go home early.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The experience was unforgettable. I learned many things that are helpful for me because I just had my blog months ago. I am also inspired to write posts because of this. I hope I can attend the next summit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-1010600954837685229?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1010600954837685229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=1010600954837685229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/1010600954837685229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/1010600954837685229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/4th-philippine-blogging-summit.html' title='The 4th Philippine Blogging Summit'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SBMszjz7D9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/nSeTzIt5RTA/s72-c/DSC01306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-3161287506955334999</id><published>2008-04-24T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:43:03.231-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='litratong pinoy'/><title type='text'>LP #4 long-shaped</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;im sorry to all LP participants i can't right my post in Filipino language because my blog needs to be publish in English... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was difficult for me to find a subject for this week's theme. I want to join but I was busy this week that i forgot it's already thursday. So, it means posting time for LP.&lt;br /&gt;i took the picture of these trees because i think it fits the theme for the week...Happy Thursday...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193540129691209618" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SBMpOzz7D5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/S1DeFRF6uy0/s400/DSC01311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  the shaped of the trunk is long isn't it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SBMpYTz7D6I/AAAAAAAAAIs/5z9t7yoWai8/s1600-h/DSC01315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193540292899966882" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SBMpYTz7D6I/AAAAAAAAAIs/5z9t7yoWai8/s400/DSC01315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      same as this tree...slim short trunk...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.litratongpinoy.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.litratongpinoy.com/images/button80.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-3161287506955334999?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3161287506955334999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=3161287506955334999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/3161287506955334999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/3161287506955334999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/lp-4-long-shaped.html' title='LP #4 long-shaped'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SBMpOzz7D5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/S1DeFRF6uy0/s72-c/DSC01311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-4447508433821188674</id><published>2008-04-23T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T06:28:10.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>heart attacks and drinking warm water</title><content type='html'>The Chinese and Japanese drink hot tea with their meals, not cold water, maybe it is time we adopt their drinking habit while eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who like to drink cold water, this article is applicable to you. It is nice to have a cup of cold drink after a meal. However, the cold water will solidify the oily stuff that you have just consumed. It will slow down the digestion. Once this 'sludge' reacts with the acid, it will break down and be absorbed by the intestine faster than the solid food. It will line the intestine. Very soon, this will turn into fats and lead to cancer. It is best to drink hot soup or warm water after a meal. C ommon Symptoms Of Heart Attack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A serious note about heart attacks - You should know that not every heart attack symptom is going to be the left arm hurting .. Be aware of intense pain in the jaw line . You may never have the first chest pain during the course of a heart attack. Nausea and intense sweating are also common symptoms. 60% of people who have a heart attack while they are asleep do not wake up. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let's be careful and be aware. The more we know, the better chance we could survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-4447508433821188674?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4447508433821188674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=4447508433821188674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/4447508433821188674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/4447508433821188674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/heart-attacks-and-drinking-warm-water.html' title='heart attacks and drinking warm water'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-4711753703413910284</id><published>2008-04-22T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:53:15.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eating at DQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SA4LLjz7D0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/t3YsqTDf5QQ/s1600-h/DSC00728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192099713624248130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SA4LLjz7D0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/t3YsqTDf5QQ/s320/DSC00728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the heat outside our house was terrible. Few minutes of being out under the sun will make me sweat a lot.But my cousin and I have a better idea to enjoy our vacation. We went to the nearest mall and eat at Dairy Queen's. This resto serves ice cream and drinks. Coz we have a sweet tooth, we both enjoyed the moolatte that we ordered. It may costs more expensive than other drinks but it was so refreshing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-4711753703413910284?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4711753703413910284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=4711753703413910284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/4711753703413910284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/4711753703413910284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/eating-at-dq.html' title='eating at DQ'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SA4LLjz7D0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/t3YsqTDf5QQ/s72-c/DSC00728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-8028986814294519073</id><published>2008-04-16T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:53:15.811-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='litratong pinoy'/><title type='text'>LP #3 “Four sides”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz i really want to join the LP this week, I think of something that is different. I took some pictures before but it didn't satisfy me, so i decided to look for a better subject then i look outside our winow and see this things. These are the pictures i had taken:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190214197910186210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SAdYUGagKOI/AAAAAAAAAHU/kpEQ3KKn_JM/s400/DSC00844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this picture cute because of the pink pitcher placed on the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190213927327246546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SAdYEWagKNI/AAAAAAAAAHM/d63pOxxje6k/s400/DSC00843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i took a picture of this basketball ring coz of it's four sides. The basketball is at the back of the ring. My neighbors usually play basketball every afternoon, it is their past time everday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190212630247123138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SAdW42agKMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/448sXyfJofA/s400/DSC00842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drinking beer is considered one of the socialization activity in the philippines. When there is an occassion in our neighborhood they use this table when they drink beer. The black line that you see in the picture is electrical line, i took the shot from a higher view that's why it is also included at my shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.litratongpinoy.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.litratongpinoy.com/images/button80.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-8028986814294519073?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8028986814294519073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=8028986814294519073' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/8028986814294519073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/8028986814294519073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/lp-3-apat-na-kanto.html' title='LP #3 “Four sides”'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/SAdYUGagKOI/AAAAAAAAAHU/kpEQ3KKn_JM/s72-c/DSC00844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-7597881287263882970</id><published>2008-04-15T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T22:06:37.961-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nurse&apos;s life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='open letter'/><title type='text'>the nurse who hates being a NURSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am a nurse for almost a year now and a member of yahoo group for filipino nurses... i don't usually read all of the e-mail coz some of the emails are just forwarded messages.. as i was browsing what mail to read the entitled "I HATE BEIN A NURSE"caught my attention... as a nurse i feel sorry to hear that my colleague hates her profession.. because i wanted to know the root of this i opened that mail and read the content of that e-mail. here is the content of the mail:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I HATE BEING A NURSE..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an OFW registered nurse currently working&lt;br /&gt; in one of the Gulf countries for more than 10 years now.  I was on my annual leave last October when my father was diagnosed with lung cancer, and upon learning this, we had him admitted in a reputable tertiary hospital, a premiere institution in the management of chest diseases in the Philippines .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day my father was scheduled for admission, he woke up early and excitedly prepared for his stay in this hospital.  He wants to undergo the operation because he knew that he would get better.  He was not aware though, of the complications he might encounter after the surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Since we  knew that the surgery will  be expensive, our family unanimously agreed that he would be admitted in the "charity ward" for the reason that he would just stay only for a few days or a maximum of one month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he had the surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; During the operation, and while we were waiting at the watcher's area, the anaesthesiologist talked to us.  She told us that our father is intubated and he would need a respirator  in order to give his heart a rest.  She assured us however that he would stay for only three days (at most) in the ICU and would be transferred in the ward immediately if no complications arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    While in the ICU, my father's blood pressure was unstable and  de-saturating up to 80%.. He stayed there for three days with unstable BP. I noticed that his right IV cannula was out already since the site was bulging. I informed the nurse-in-charge about what I saw. He just answered me that the site was "ok".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    On the third day that he was transferred to his old room, we noticed that he had difficulty breathing.  The nurse-on-duty then checked my father with a pulse oximeter. His oxygen saturation was 74% with a pulse rate of more than 100. He just increased the nasal cannula to10L and that he will inform the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    After hours of waiting for the doctor to arrive and calling the nurse many times to inform the doctor again, my father had respiratory arrest.   Since my husband, who was with me at the time, is a respiratory therapist (by the way, we had just extended our leave) we assisted the doctor in intubating my father as the nurses on that ward were just staring and waiting for the code team to arrive. After transferring our father to medical ICU, it was time to return to the Gulf country to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My father had stayed in the hospital for 2 months. During this period, he acquired nosocomial infection, bacteria acquired from the hospital because of poor handling by medical staff. The doctors attending to him had ordered antibiotics which cost around 1500 pesos to 2500 pesos, given every 4-6 hours.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Since my father's condition was not improving, they did another biopsy for the surrounding tissues of the removed part of the lung.  The results had shown that it was infected already and the new diagnosis was Stage IV cancer.  One of the doctors commented that the cancer might have been there since the beginning and even before the operation.  Hearing this statement from him upset me because he was initially diagnosed as Stage II only and that it was still operable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Had we known that he was in Stage IV already, we would not have allowed the operation at all.  He could have enjoyed the last days of his life  to the mall and watching movies with my mother as they used to do before he was hospitalized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My father was a good man. Everyone has a kind word for him.  I could not stand to watch him helpless while bedridden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    He did not suffer because of the cancer.  HE SUFFERED BECAUSE OF THE NEGLIGENCE OF THE HOSPITAL STAFF.  I would know because I am in frequent contact with my family during all those times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I would cry with desperation because here I am, a nurse, and I was helpless and could not do anything while my father lied in bed, having difficulty in breathing.  EACH TIME THEY INFORMED THE NURSE, IT WOULD TAKE HOURS BEFORE THEY COME TO ASSESS MY FATHER.  CALLING THE DOCTOR WOULD AGAIN TAKE HOURS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   MY FAMILY HEARD THIS COMMENT FROM ONE OF THE STAFF NURSES, "YOU ARE IN THE CHARITY WARD.   THEREFORE, DO NOT EXPECT QUALITY CARE.  YOU HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING BY YOURSELVES, FROM GIVING HIM A BATH TO FEEDING HIM ". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ANOTHER DOCTOR ASKED MY BROTHER WHAT OUR PROBLEM WAS AND WHY ARE WE STILL COMPLAINING WHEN WE ALREADY KNEW BY THEN THAT THERE IS NO HOPE LEFT FOR MY FATHER'S CONDITION TO IMPROVE. (This conversation happened just after my mother in law who is also working in the Gulf country made an overseas call to the Medical Director to complain about this situation). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Why shouldn't we complain?  The hospital staff refused to even clean the tracheostomy site or the wound site of the patient.  We asked one nurse to give us pain reliever for my father, and instead she gave an antibiotic because he has an infection. The antibiotic she gave was for prophylaxis so my father would not have infection after the surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    INCOMPETENT STAFF.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    On Sunday, we "gave up" our father to cancer. We had fought since the beginning, we fought a battle against lung cancer, but we lost the war against infections which were caused by negligence and malpractice of the staff around him. I felt so helpless as I looked at my father lying on that hospital bed, hopeless and suffering. It hurt me so much knowing about the things they've done and have not done, the poor management and the very poor quality care they  had given my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I never worked like them ever in my career as a nurse.  I've never neglected my patients.  It is an irony that I could not give my father the same quality care I give my patients.  I hate myself for not having done anything after seeing all the things they've done to my father and knowing that they were wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    How I wish I could just be an ignorant person who doesn't know what goes on in a hospital.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We went to the hospital with hope and excitement, but we left this lung center with despair and anger and my father lying in a coffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We are writing this not just for our father, but for the next fathers, mothers, sons and daughters who would also suffer in that hospital. This lung center is claimed to be of high standard quality care, a tertiary hospital, a premiere institution in the management of chest diseases, the last place of hope for the sick..  But the hospital we turned to does not have any compassion and sympathy, Their staff do not know how to take care of the patients, from the security guard to the doctors and nurses. It is my first time in my whole life that I felt so small in this world.  They made us feel like garbage to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I feel sympathy for my kababayans and for anybody who will enter that hospital for they have nowhere else to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We had our father admitted in the charity ward, but our total bill had reached more than half a million pesos, excluding the medicines and supplies we buy everyday, spending almost 10,000 to 12,000 pesos a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I feel sympathy too for the poor, for those who cannot afford quality care. I just wonder sometimes where they find the 50 pesos they need for the rent of a piece of folding bed for one night in the "watchers area", an area for the relatives of those in ICU where they wait for a call from the staff inside.  By morning, these "folding beds" that they have paid for will be taken from them even if they are still sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I feel sorry for those student nurses and medical students being trained in that hospital for the quality of training that they will have will not be up to international standards.  They might not even learn anything at all. I am so afraid on what they might do after they graduate when they start to practice their profession. The staff at this lung center does not even know how to prevent bedsores and are not knowledgeable about infection control, both of which are basic nursing skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We had a meeting with the director of thathospital and complained about the situation of our father. NOTHING HAPPENED, OUR COMPLAINT HAD BEEN&lt;br /&gt; IGNORED.  They told us that an investigation will be initiated to relieve us of our pain, that they will attend to our father PERSONALLY.  A few days passed after this meeting but we never saw even the shadow of this female assistant medical director who even cried with my sister during this meeting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MY FATHER IS ALREADY DEAD AND WE JUST BURIED HIM YESTERDAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I feel this is the only way I will be heard, and so I ask everyone for their help, for those of you who will read this letter to pass on to your friends and families so they would know the present condition of the very poor health care system in our country, OUR BELOVED PHILIPPINES.     I hope something might come out of this and pave the way to change the health care system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM NAME WITHHELD,&lt;br /&gt;RN, Doha , Qatar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-7597881287263882970?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7597881287263882970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=7597881287263882970' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/7597881287263882970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/7597881287263882970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/nurse-who-hates-being-nurse.html' title='the nurse who hates being a NURSE'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-5697017973264905450</id><published>2008-04-15T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T22:02:37.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>i made a new blog...</title><content type='html'>i had the post about being confused and now i put up another blog that is written in filipino langauage. and feels good to have that other blog coz i have the freedom to express my feelings and views using my country's national language. don't worry, i will update my blogs every now and then since both blogs are different. thanks for the comment from other bloggers i had the chance to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, i'm not confused anymore... thanks for the feedback people it put my drive again in writing. I hope you continue to visit me thru my sites thank you thank you thank you!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-5697017973264905450?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5697017973264905450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=5697017973264905450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/5697017973264905450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/5697017973264905450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-made-new-blog.html' title='i made a new blog...'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-1218318356232925236</id><published>2008-04-14T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T22:02:22.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>so confused</title><content type='html'>lately, im not publishing anything for my blog. I don't how i can explain what's happening to me. Before im so into writing things for my blog but now i can't think of any topic that will interest my reader. it seems like i lost my drive on telling stories on my blog. There are lot of things to write but im sp lazy on putting up words to have an interesting post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i go hopping from one blog to another many things come up in my mind but i don't know if i would write them or not. As you can see i shared my experiences but i think that's not enough for my blog so i shared other's experience as well. As i read my older post i realized that some them are so vague that no one will have the interest to read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, as i read some blogs that have humor content and written in filipino language i want to have that same blog as well. Coz my post here are serious and very finesse. It's the other side of me. being like that. I also want to share my other side, my being jolly and humurous about the things around but i can't that will change my blog theme if i'l do that. so i just read the blogs of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i can make this things possible. i mean sharing my experiences as a nurse and then writing things from my funny side. I can also share those in one posts, i know it's easy to do that but i don't know where i'm going to start... this thing makes me confused. Now, im thinkin of it from time to time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-1218318356232925236?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1218318356232925236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=1218318356232925236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/1218318356232925236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/1218318356232925236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-confused.html' title='so confused'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-2961043660212368295</id><published>2008-04-10T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T09:58:25.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PMA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Kaydet Girl</title><content type='html'>bein a person who lives in a civilian world, i'm not familiar of what is a Kaydet Girl. Until, i met phoebe, one of my groupmates in college i found out the meaning of it coz she told me. Kaydet Girl is the girlfriend of a cadet in PMA(Philippine Military Academy). The girl who visited their sweethearts who are cadet in Baguio. As a KG you will always know what is happening inside the academy. And your cadet's mistahs already know you are the official girl among the their "girls". This are the things i noticed when i had the chance to visit the academy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, as i was browsing friendster minutes ago i notice that the what they call KGs are consistent in visiting the place and were all updated what's the latest news inside the portals of the academy. It seems like they were also one of the cadets there. It became thier lives. when you look at their pics, friends, and comments at their friendster account its very obvious that they are KGs. They exposed pictures that are against the rules. I hope they can be more secretive about cadet's life in the military school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire those girls because even if the cadets are busy and they are miles away from each other they continue to fight for their love. They continously support their cadets. They are brave enough to be the strength of their military men. I salute you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-2961043660212368295?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2961043660212368295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=2961043660212368295' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/2961043660212368295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/2961043660212368295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/kaydet-girl.html' title='Kaydet Girl'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-4085571590548712474</id><published>2008-04-10T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T08:39:10.747-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>the 4th blogging summit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when you visit my blog i know your a blogger to... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;there is a summit for us bloggers... and i think you also wanted to join this event...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cause it will improved your blogging skills...hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you also meet other bloggers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and take note: it's FREE... so what are you waiting for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;register and be part of this big event...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;visit this link:&lt;a href="http://iblogph.org/wp/"&gt;http://iblogph.org/wp/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;see you there fellow bloggers!!!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-4085571590548712474?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4085571590548712474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=4085571590548712474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/4085571590548712474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/4085571590548712474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/4th-blogging-summit.html' title='the 4th blogging summit'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-6834978657145543771</id><published>2008-04-09T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T08:44:12.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke time'/><title type='text'>summer jobs available</title><content type='html'>SUMMER JOB OPPORUNITIES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)P5000/hour&lt;br /&gt;Enchanted Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;you will  push anchor's away to move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)P7000/day&lt;br /&gt;market&lt;br /&gt;you will write the name of noisy people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.)P800/min&lt;br /&gt;star city&lt;br /&gt;you will pull the roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.)P900/min&lt;br /&gt;quezon ave&lt;br /&gt;you will serve as  humps on the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.)P5000/hr&lt;br /&gt;PLDT&lt;br /&gt;you will be the dial tone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe... i receive this message this day and it's kinda funny when you imagine yourself doing this things....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-6834978657145543771?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6834978657145543771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=6834978657145543771' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/6834978657145543771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/6834978657145543771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/summer-jobs-available.html' title='summer jobs available'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-1998692221503376294</id><published>2008-04-09T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:46:36.083-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='open letter'/><title type='text'>letter from nanay and tatay</title><content type='html'>Mahal kong Anak,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa aking pagtanda, unawain mo sana ako at pagpasensiyahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag dala ng kalabuan ng mata ay nakabasag ako ng pinggan o nakatapon ng sabaw sa hapag kainan, huwag mo sana akong kagagalitan.&gt; Maramdamin ang isang matanda.Nagse-self-pity ako sa tuwing sinisigawan mo ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag mahina na ang tenga ko at hindi ko maintindihan ang sinasabi mo, huwag mo naman sana akong sabihan ng 'binge!' paki-ulit nalang ang sinabi mo o pakisulat nalang. Pasensya ka na, anak. Matanda na talaga ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag mahina na ang tuhod ko, pagtiyagaan mo sana akong tulungang tumayo, katulad ng pag-aalalay ko sa iyo noong nag-aaral ka pa lamang lumakad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagpasensyahan mo sana ako kung ako man ay nagiging makulit at paulit-ulit na parang sirang plaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta pakinggan mo nalang ako. Huwag mo sana akong pagtatawanan o pagsasawaang pakinggan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natatandaan mo anak noong bata ka pa? kapag gusto mo ng lobo, paulit-ulit mo 'yong sasabihin, maghapon kang mangungulit hangga't hindi mo nakukuha ang gusto mo. Pinagtyagaan ko ang kakulitan mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagpasensyahan mo na rin sana ang aking amoy. Amoy matanda, amoy lupa. Huwag mo sana akong piliting maligo. Mahina na ang katawan ko. Madaling magkasakit kapag nalamigan, huwag mo sana akong pandirihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natatandaan mo noong bata ka pa? Pinagtyagaan kitang habulin sa ilalim ng kama kapag ayaw mong maligo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagpasensyahan mo sana kung madalas, ako'y masungit, Dala na marahil ito ng katandaan. Pagtanda mo, maiintindihan mo rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag may konti kang panahon, magkwentuhan naman tayo,kahit sandali lang. Inip na ako sa bahay, maghapong nag-iisa. Walang kausap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam kong busy ka sa trabaho, subalit nais kong malaman mo na sabik na sabik na akong makakwentuhan ka, kahit alam kong hindi ka interesado sa mga kwento ko.&gt; Natatandaan mo anak, noong bata ka pa? Pinagtyagaan kong pakinggan at intindihin ang pautal-utal mong kwento tungkol sa iyong teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At kapag dumating ang sandali na ako'y magkakasakit at maratay sa banig ng karamdaman, huwag mo sana akong pagsawaang alagaan. Pagpasensyahan mo na sana kung ako man ay maihi o madumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa higaan,Pagtyagaan mo sana akong alagaan sa mga huling sandali ng aking buhay.Tutal hindi na naman ako magtatagal.&gt; Kapag dumating ang sandali ng aking pagpanaw, hawakan mo sana ang aking kamay At bigyan mo ako ng lakas ng loob na harapin ang kamatayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At huwag kang mag-alala, kapag kaharap ko na ang Diyos na lumikha, ibubulong ko sa kanya na pagpalain ka sana ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil naging mapagmahal ka sa iyong ama't ina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagmamahal,&lt;br /&gt;nanay at tatay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-1998692221503376294?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1998692221503376294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=1998692221503376294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/1998692221503376294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/1998692221503376294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/letter-from-nanay-and-tatay.html' title='letter from nanay and tatay'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-4387094892139267899</id><published>2008-04-08T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:53:16.748-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolates'/><title type='text'>chocolates for girls who are depressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/R_s3O7UivzI/AAAAAAAAAGM/baYA2aQH8Xo/s1600-h/image(375).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186800125428809522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/R_s3O7UivzI/AAAAAAAAAGM/baYA2aQH8Xo/s320/image(375).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; i was with my friend yesterday and she's kinda depress about the things that are happening into her life...im also like that when im also depressed...i crave to eat sweet food like chocolates... is it normal that we, girls, crave for sweets specially chocolate when we feel down... or me and my friend just have the same coping strategies... to answer this querries in my mind i researched on the net about this... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here's what i read:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harriette Cecilio - AHN News Writer&lt;br /&gt;Sydney, Australia (AHN) - A new Australian study shows that chocolates can help reduce symptoms of depression and anxiety, bolstering the popular belief that the chocolate is an antidepressant. The study, published in the British Journal of Psychiatry, concludes that people with chocolate cravings are likely to be less irritable and fear social rejection.&lt;br /&gt;Professor Gordon Parker from the Black Dog Institute, who spearheaded the study, said chocolate appears to have a "calming effect" in people who suffer from depression. Nearly 3,000 individuals suffering from clinical depression took part in the web-based study.&lt;br /&gt;"We examined links between chocolate craving in people who are depressed and both personality style and atypical depressive symptoms... Chocolate was craved by half of the respondents (more so by women), judged as beneficial for depression, anxiety and irritability," Parker noted.&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, the study contradicts Parker's 2006 report published in the Journal of Affective Disorders where he discussed the chocolate's ability to deepen depression. Parker, in his new thesis, stressed the positive effect was seen only in people with certain personality types.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates improved the moods of the respondents who saw themselves as "worriers" and "self critical" but did not seem to benefit those personalities classified as extroverts or perfectionists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and from planetbotanic. ca :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people eat chocolate when they are feeling a little blue and it would seem that this is not a bad idea. Chocolate beans contain amino acids, many of which have been shown to have an antidepressant activity. The list of anti-depressant amino acids includes tryptophan, phenylalanine, and tyrosine. Fascinatingly, tryptophan has been shown to increase the body’s production of serotonin. Serotonin is our bodies self produced antidepressant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;studies shows the answer to my question... now i know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-4387094892139267899?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4387094892139267899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=4387094892139267899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/4387094892139267899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/4387094892139267899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/chocolates-for-girls-who-are-depressed.html' title='chocolates for girls who are depressed'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/R_s3O7UivzI/AAAAAAAAAGM/baYA2aQH8Xo/s72-c/image(375).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-5202517459407936453</id><published>2008-04-08T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:46:56.655-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reply'/><title type='text'>my reply to ms. MEDREP</title><content type='html'>first, i wanted to confirm that this story is not mine... i mean this is from a friend i met at the hospital where i work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to ms. medrep,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am glad you have the courage to share your story...i don't want to make a long reply to your letter... i juz wanted to make my advice as simple as i wanted...but let me share to you the comments of two men who shared their thoughts about your love problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from lethalverses:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give up.sometimes, we just love the feeling of "loving someone" and not really loving "love" itself.what's the sense of loving if you know you're just hurting yourself?i know, easy for me to say, pero believe me - in the near future, matatawa ka pa kasi pinost mo pa ang heartache mong to. sasabihin mo sa sarili mo - "akalain mo un, apektado ako ng ganun dati?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drop it and move on!madaling sabihin 'to, pero mahirap gawin especially when you already had invested too much of your feeling, pero sabi mo nga you're willing to take the risk - well this is the good one to take rather than taking the risk, the way i see it, of pushing yourself to that doctor.and one thing, i guess you got it wrong saying "our" love? Your letter doesnt says anything there about "him loving you". It should be more of "YOU" loving him. There is no "OUR".Love should be a feel-good thing, you shouldn't have feeling this way if this is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what i said:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the comments above came from a man's perspective... ako nman ang magre2act... from woman's side nman db... so you can know how people assess your situation... and think about what is next step... i also experience this situatuion at the past... and what i wanted to tell you right now is... why don't you tell your feelings to that doctor... it's not that im telling you na magpaka cheap ka... i advice you to be honest on how you feel and then go!!!give up!move on! or whatever you call it... why??? so that you have no regrets in the future... sometimes, juz verbalizing your feelings makes you feel better...ryt???... but if your thinkin of the consequences of this action there are two... the doctor may realized that he trully loves you or that the doctor may laugh at you coz he just treat you as a friend ever since...&lt;br /&gt;whatever lethalverses, me and i advice you, you will be the one who will decide of what you chose to do...but be sure about it... so that their is no regrets at the end...and doing it makes you feel better...&lt;br /&gt;as i've said i also had this experience before,my decision is to run away and stop communicating with the guy coz im of the pain he caused me... after a year we saw each other accidentaly and clear things up...he also feel the same for me...i told him my side and 'til now he regrets that he didn't do his all to run after me...but its too late...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-5202517459407936453?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5202517459407936453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=5202517459407936453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/5202517459407936453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/5202517459407936453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-reply-to-ms-medrep.html' title='my reply to ms. MEDREP'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-6686762457451122390</id><published>2008-04-08T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T08:47:04.543-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='open letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>the story of Ms. MEDREP</title><content type='html'>DEAR SHAMY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a 28 years old medrep...and something is bothering me about the person i chose to love... our story started when i met Dr.S... he is 29 year old doctor from the hospital i always went to as a part of my job...we started as friends when he got my number and he gave me his...exchanges of text messges and quotes happened after...i just came from a failed relationship at that time and i consider him as a friend,and i m not open to have a new one...months slowly passed by and we continue communicating as friends... 'til he became sweeter, and i started to like him... i was ready to take risk at that time since i already moved on from my past... people around us, like the other doctors thought that we were having a relationship but i didn't really know what kind of relationship we have at that time, a mutual understanding maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, rumors about us became a topic at that hospital... i don't really care about it coz there is nothing wrong if we became a couple... he is single and i am single too... i continue to act the same and ignores the fuss about us... but...he started to stay away from me... he started to act strange and treat me coldly... i continue to be the person he knew from the start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthday came,i invited him to come over the place where i celebrated my party... my birthday would not be complete if he didn't come coz he is a special person in my heart...i sent a message to his number so he would come over the place... i didn't get a reply... then i send another one... still, no response... my party was over but Dr. S didn't appeared... why he didn't come... i was expecting him to come....am i not that speacial for him??? this is the saddest birthday i ever had...i feel so weak that i wanted to cry... i cried SHAMY... and because of what he did i decided to change my number... i also requested for a change in assignment of location to my supervisor... i feel so devastated for what he did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;months passed,my supervisor assigned me again to that hospital for 3months...i have no choice but to agree...this is also a chance for Dr. S and i to talk about the past... i wanted to know the reason why he didn't show up at my birthday party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3months passed, he didn't tell me why he wasn't able to attent my party...he still invites me to go out once in a while but he didn't clear things up... he also told me he'll visit me in our house... i already told my mom about that... but... he didn't visit me... i can't figure out why he still acts same as before... im willin to take the risk with him... im willing to fight for our love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i chose to stay away from him... maybe when im far from him he'll realize my worth...&lt;br /&gt;he will assess and evaluate his true feelings for me...i wait for him to knock outside our door and confess his love for me... but if this things won't happen maybe we are not meant for each other...&lt;br /&gt;im giving him up i think it is better that constant hurting...am i right to give up SHAMY?? i need your advice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. MEDREP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-6686762457451122390?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-797109076691592906</id><published>2008-04-08T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T01:00:15.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>PEANUT BUTTER FOR MALNOURISHMENT</title><content type='html'>i was watching the news weeks ago when i learned that peanut is good for malnourished children... as a person who is related to the medical field, i get curious coz i didn't know about this...i researched on the internet and studies show it is true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the article... &lt;a href="http://www.eurekalert.org/pub_releases/2007-09/wuis-tos091107"&gt;http://www.eurekalert.org/pub_releases/2007-09/wuis-tos091107&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-797109076691592906?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/797109076691592906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=797109076691592906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/797109076691592906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/797109076691592906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/peanut-butter-for-malnourishment.html' title='PEANUT BUTTER FOR MALNOURISHMENT'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-8043927864808863174</id><published>2008-04-08T00:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:53:16.984-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>mud pie sundae anyone????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/R_sfM7UivyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9dsOxTNafxI/s1600-h/image(335).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186773702790004514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/R_sfM7UivyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9dsOxTNafxI/s320/image(335).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;coz of the heat i felt outside our house... my cousin and i decided to go to the mall...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were strolling the mall when we passed by Pizza Hut... we dine in pizza hut and ordered this mud pie sundae...my cousin insisted on having the big size of the mudpie coz it looks good at picture from the menu... after eating our pizza the dessert is serve in front of us.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;very sweet tasting vanilla ice cream with crushed cookies plus a cherry on top... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we can't help but eat it til the last scoop...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an ice cream in a sunny day...so refreshing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-8043927864808863174?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/R_sfM7UivyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9dsOxTNafxI/s72-c/image(335).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-3714712638862890726</id><published>2008-04-08T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:53:17.179-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accessories'/><title type='text'>summer time!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/R_sc5bUivxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vN75-KY9K8U/s1600-h/image(316).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186771168759299858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/R_sc5bUivxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vN75-KY9K8U/s320/image(316).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its gettin hot in here!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;summer time was felt all over the country and people are planning for a summer getaway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beach is the place where some people want to go... tanned skin is part of the trend... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;flip flops...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;two piece bikini...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunglasses...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all of these are hot buys for this month but the get up is not yet complete... you also need some accessories to complete your summer get-up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shells...beads...pearls and silver necklaces are hip... usually gurls will bring different pairs of earrings and necklaces to pair with their summer attire... this necklaces is just suggestions for your pick...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway whatever you want to have as an accent to your shorts and skimmpy tee just do it your way gurl...feel the heat!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/R_sc5bUivxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vN75-KY9K8U/s72-c/image(316).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-1618630319129282930</id><published>2008-04-07T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T00:03:02.793-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>CHANGES IS THE ONLY CONSTANT THINGGY IN THE WORLD</title><content type='html'>the title of my post is the title of my blog when i first do my older posts...&lt;br /&gt;changes occurs always...&lt;br /&gt;people change..&lt;br /&gt;love fades...&lt;br /&gt;friends come and go...&lt;br /&gt;even my blog turn to its transformation stage...&lt;br /&gt;why did i chose to change my blog...&lt;br /&gt;because i realize that i should also include other people want's in my blog...&lt;br /&gt;i want to share some informations not just about myself but also the things that is happening aroung me...&lt;br /&gt;as a part of this i change my blog skin...&lt;br /&gt;i change the title and the description of my blog...&lt;br /&gt;i can't change the url of my blog coz many people has already added me to their link list...&lt;br /&gt;i will still share things about me, even my experriences but i added the other part of me...&lt;br /&gt;wat is it??&lt;br /&gt;i give advices to my friends...&lt;br /&gt;now i also want others to have some advices...&lt;br /&gt;you can send me your problems about anything and i'l do my effort to comply to your needs...&lt;br /&gt;on my profile there's my e-mail add you can send some of your love stories...hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;just do your comments so i will know your feedbacks on this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-1618630319129282930?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1618630319129282930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=1618630319129282930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/1618630319129282930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/1618630319129282930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/changes-is-only-constant-thinggy-in.html' title='CHANGES IS THE ONLY CONSTANT THINGGY IN THE WORLD'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-5908256802347903886</id><published>2008-04-06T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T08:49:40.426-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>who will i love???</title><content type='html'>i always reflect on my life... i always think if my decisions at the past is right... and i dont regret anything from my past...why wud i???ryt???... dahil lately nga i spend most of my time thinkin(kasi nga wla akong magawa)... i have time to focus on my lovelife... here i am again...sharing my sentiments regarding this thing...i dont think i should be in a hurry regarding this matter coz the truth is, im enjoying my life as a single individual... but i can't help to think about it over and over and over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to my friend days ago, of course we had a long talk since i visited her at her crib.. i had the chance to ask her regarding her lovelife...of course we always talk about that back in college...i still remember we were both broken hearted at that time when we had our community... back to my story... she updated me regarding her love life status...she told me, as of now she's enjoying the company of her new bf... she told she is not the same when it comes to handling her new one... she said what she do now is different from the way she treated her ex boyfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this scenario makes me think of my love life as well... am i really stay this way for years... i been single for almost one year(the story of this is in my past posts...hehehehe).. its not that im no one is there who could offer their love... there is... but im too careful in choosing who am i going to love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who will i love???t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the person who i met recently and promise to wait for me til im ready for a new relationship??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the person who is in the academy, been there for me when im low morale...but go to leave me for his mission as a cadet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a hard time thinking of this... i want someone by my side who could give me enough care... who could give me courage to take the risk again and fall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their sweet txt messges, their calls... it make me reminisce the heartbreak i had and also those blissful "i love yous" from my past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would i love again and fall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to whom??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-5908256802347903886?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5908256802347903886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4662086719944297407&amp;postID=5908256802347903886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/5908256802347903886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4662086719944297407/posts/default/5908256802347903886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/who-will-i-love.html' title='who will i love???'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-2605476768203841617</id><published>2008-04-06T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:08:17.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>few days of no blog....waaaahhhh</title><content type='html'>few days na akong di nagblo2g s totoo lng para akong addict na nanginginig dahil ako ay na deprived sa shabu... i mean s pag blog pla... matagal kasi nasira ang laptop ng ate ko at eto hindi ako nakagamit ng internet at dahil tipid ako ngaun dahil akoy dakilang PAL (palamunin) at PMA(pahinga muna anak)...hindi ako nag rent s labas para gawin ang mga post ko...balik na ulet ako dito... after some time may nagcomment din nman pla sa comment box ko kahit n ndi ako nagoonline...akala ko wla ng pa2nsin sa mga pinagsusulat ko dito eh... nga pla i wanna inform all of you dat im going to transform my blog... feeling ko kasi napapagiwanan na ito...wala ng thrill db... and dmi ng comments dun s iba n kkstart pa lng mag blog last month smantalang ako mag 4months n dito pero anu?? medyo tipid s comments ang mga nagvivisit...hhahaha...pero khit n ganun pang international naman itong blog ko kasi mga from other countries nman ang tumitingin s mga post ko...medyo sosyal n din db...hahaha... now that im back nku magpo2st na nman ako ng kung anu ano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://shamainereyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/few-days-of-no-blogwaaaahhhh.html' title='few days of no blog....waaaahhhh'/><author><name>emoterang nurse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221604981017318673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/S7WK50LBAgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h2XlTNNVihU/S220/emo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662086719944297407.post-8225013573116929625</id><published>2008-04-01T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:53:17.323-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>lovely flower</title><content type='html'>i was walkin at our backyard when  i noticed this flower from my lola's plants... it is a lovely flower in deed so i took a picture of it... but at this picture it didn't catch the real beauty of that flower coz the digicam i used is almost batt empty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i compare myself to this photo i taken yesterday... sumtimes people judge me by the physical things they see but only the people who knows the real me appreciate the true shamaine reyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/R_MjfLUivwI/AAAAAAAAAFs/RBaYjyQipyE/s1600-h/DSC00706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184526614555442946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UpB2olS9xf8/R_MjfLUivwI/AAAAAAAAAFs/RBaYjyQipyE/s320/DSC00706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4662086719944297407-8225013573116929625?l=shamainereyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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