<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088849059902514140</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 06:07:55 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>ms morbid | my daily seethe</title><description>ms morbids day to day journal of thoughts and happenings</description><link>http://myseethe.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (ms morbid)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088849059902514140.post-8969585563329557846</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 11:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-02T22:07:55.344-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Wednesday on Letting Go</category><title>My Final 2009</title><description>One day more and another new year is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Year &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new year&lt;/span&gt; celebration would be different. I may choose to rest (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after more than a week having fever but not staying in bed&lt;/span&gt;) or fetch my son in Muntinlupa spend new year's eve with Galima's and spend new year's day with the Malana's. And spend the rest of the week staying inside my pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I been missing old pals, family and Jeremy so much. This season makes me feel a little more sensitive, and I end up dealing with the loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised not to waste my life with this issues in my life. I only have 30% more to complete the "letting go" stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you oh Lord for saving me, for giving me strength, for helping get through this. Lord please hold on, Please keep on holding on in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088849059902514140-8969585563329557846?l=myseethe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myseethe.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-final-2009.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ms morbid)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088849059902514140.post-5790981330108582659</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 08:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-30T03:55:26.597-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>December Bliss</category><title>Mind VS my HEART</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My mind says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;On Career (and friends)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Loosing a job and doing a company hopping for almost a year teach me learn more about how to handle my own career path, preparing me to be more flexible and productive as well.&lt;br /&gt;..Putting me on the edge pushed me to my limit so I can be the best me&lt;br /&gt;..That I can once again win good friends and be used to missing the jamming with my old friends (in my previous workplace)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;On Separation and Relationship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Having a broken family taught me to love myself &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for the first time, &lt;/span&gt;and prioritized my son more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;..Help me fix my relationship with my mom and siblings&lt;br /&gt;..Also, strengthen my belief in Him&lt;br /&gt;..Admitting, that I made mistakes in life, and he’s on the top one big time (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you know who&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;..That I can forgive, not FORGET and will definitely IGNORE his existence in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..That, I can Trust&lt;br /&gt;..That I can Love again.&lt;br /&gt;..That losing lots of friends along the way and I must learn to live life less emotionally attached with the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;..That I can forgive, not FORGET and will definitely IGNORE your existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Heart says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;On Career (and company friends):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..That if I was to asked I will not leave USAP.  I love my work as I love my family.&lt;br /&gt;..That the recession caused me too much sufferings, misery and pain, But I am stronger now&lt;br /&gt;..That I am kinda sad for not being part of that firm anymore, but I fell so Blessed to Where I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..That I can win new one, and still treasure the old good friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;On Separation and Relationship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I regret every decision I made 3 years ago (except for my Johan Vladimir)&lt;br /&gt;..I am still angry, but I am trying to ignore it for my son.&lt;br /&gt;..That I can forgive, not FORGET and will definitely IGNORE your existence.&lt;br /&gt;..I hope and pray to be fully recovered on this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I wanted to trust a person again, that he will not leave me coz of somebody but because we can’t survive the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;..That I can forgive, not FORGET and will definitely IGNORE your existence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088849059902514140-5790981330108582659?l=myseethe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myseethe.blogspot.com/2009/12/mind-vs-my-heart.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ms morbid)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088849059902514140.post-2457856646705652881</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 18:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-15T11:20:42.937-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>November Rain. November Gain.</category><title>hit the 2-0-0</title><description>i wanna write in the middle of the night,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna drink and get drunk, oh it feel so right&lt;br /&gt;I wanna jump, hump and bump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna laugh, i want to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Coz i know and believe i havent taken overdosed but had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had this crazy little feeling,&lt;br /&gt;of being old, but so young at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fall in love again and again.&lt;br /&gt;and again. I am in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not angry, not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Not dwelling in my painful past.&lt;br /&gt;Not soaked in my disaster, lonesome shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not controlled by my self defined limitation.&lt;br /&gt;Not even in others crazy expectaion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy. I am willing to satisfy my life.&lt;br /&gt;Ready or not here I am ready to fight.&lt;br /&gt;Rushing I am not. I just want to be on the right path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me. I'm on move. I'll hit that hundred and fifty&lt;br /&gt;Or 2 -0-0.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not speeding. I am just boosting my engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will let loose, let go of this angst.&lt;br /&gt;Since. its like a nitro, injected to run these race.&lt;br /&gt;But. I am determine to win this phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wait for  me. Oh Lord Be with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088849059902514140-2457856646705652881?l=myseethe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myseethe.blogspot.com/2009/11/hit-2-0-0.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ms morbid)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088849059902514140.post-5196287904653670814</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Oct 2009 10:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-10T03:22:45.848-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Saturday Bliss</category><title>Sinu Ka sa Kanila???</title><description>1. &lt;strong&gt;Destiny Addict&lt;/strong&gt; – umaasa sa tadhana. Ito ‘yong mga taong, romantiko. Na mahilig magbasa ng mga romance novel. Na umaasang sana, matulad sila sa karakter ng taong nababasa nila. At umaasang sana katulad niya ‘yong makakatuluyan ko. ‘Yong mga ganoong drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Perfectionist&lt;/strong&gt; – masyadong choosy. Sobrang mapili. May makitang kamalian sa isang tao ay nadidiscourage na. Kailangan perpekto ka sa paningin niya, para matanggap o mapili ka niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;BusyBusyhan &lt;/strong&gt;- mga taong sobrang workaholic. Para kuno sa future. Para sa kanyang sariling future. Baka maisipang magkaroon ng double kapag mataas na ang niyog. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Friendship Theory&lt;/strong&gt; – kung friends, friends lang talaga. Kung ang ilan, dapat friends muna. Ito kung friends, friends talaga. Kasi ang iniisip ng iba, masisira ang friendship kapag, lalagpas na sa ganoong estado ang magiging relasyon ng dalawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;X to the Next Power&lt;/strong&gt; – taong ‘di makaget over sa past relationship. Sa mga taong mahal pa rin ang taong dumaan na sa buhay nila. Hindi ba sila nagsawa no’n? Hahaha! O ‘di kaya’y ‘di lang nila tanggap, na wala na siya sa buhay nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Family Feud&lt;/strong&gt; - takot sa parents. Mga magulang na pakialamera sa buhay pag – ibig ng kanilang mga anak. Pwede ring mabait si anak, kaya sumusunod sa gusto ng mga magulang, pero lihim na may ka relasyon. Naku! mas mahirap ‘yon. Dapat nga silang matakot sa parents nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;strong&gt; Forever Basted&lt;/strong&gt; – walang nagkakamali. Ikaw na gumawa ng paraan, para may magkamali sayo, tsong at tsang. Sayang ang beauty. Sayang ang panahon, kapag bilangan na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Heart Attack&lt;/strong&gt; – ayaw at takot masaktan. Naku po! Phobia o kaya trauma ba ito? Sa mga may sakit sa puso, applicable ito. Hahaha. Magpaka single ka na lang. :P Sa buhay pag – ibig, hindi mawawala ang salitang ‘masaktan’ kaya aasahan mo iyan kapag ikaw ay iibig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Waiter&lt;/strong&gt; – antay ng antay. Wala namang inaantay. Wala akong order, Manong waiter Hihintayin si Dodong, si Inday. Naku! malay mo bang, may iba na pala iyon. Baka nga, kasal na iyon ngayon eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;from Marvin Limpiado: Reasons Why They are Still Single &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088849059902514140-5196287904653670814?l=myseethe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myseethe.blogspot.com/2009/10/sinu-ka-sa-kanila.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ms morbid)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088849059902514140.post-8164021344297345166</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 15:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-18T00:15:43.500-08:00</atom:updated><title>bitter after all these years</title><description>Its been so long, I decided not to post on my journal. I wanna know what goin to happen with without sharing it here, without talking about mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new nicname for my love, jeremine. Coz I wanna shout on the top of my lungs that he's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm kinda depressed. Same reason, moving on without anger in my heart is definitely a hard hit on the head. I wanna feel fine, i wanna be simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seems its against all odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit this. Im still bitter after all this years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088849059902514140-8164021344297345166?l=myseethe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myseethe.blogspot.com/2009/09/bitter-after-all-this-years.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ms morbid)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088849059902514140.post-8529984424116119758</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 08:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-06T01:54:48.228-07:00</atom:updated><title>Loosing the anger Gaining my Dreams again</title><description>I just dont get if I still have that so called pride. somebody says &amp;quot;hey just lose it all... your anger your pride your pain and build your dreams again&amp;quot;. The fact that yeah I can start all over again. Its kinda tiring to start all over again. but what else to do. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I am bitter and all. but I wanna to be the best optimist in my own history.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Back in my life right now. I&amp;#39;m loving Eastwood Libis and everything in it. I&amp;#39;m embracing womanhood aside from getting older (yeah i know), im starting to like dresses, light and pastel color dresses and blouses. And also stiletto with matching lady bags and dresses.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;let me guess. I thing Im in love. hahaha.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088849059902514140-8529984424116119758?l=myseethe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myseethe.blogspot.com/2009/08/loosing-anger-gaining-my-dreams-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ms morbid)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088849059902514140.post-730602843156289344</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2009 16:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-12T09:44:37.483-07:00</atom:updated><title>Its dark all over again but Never say NEVER</title><description>&lt;div&gt;Faded out into the light. I am sinking in behind the time. when I am supposed to be working the best that I can do after that disaster in my so called stomy life. I was watching the world change, and its to late to realize that I am just starin and doing nothing. Wondering what took this heart so long to mend and forgive, my bitterness still keeping my one foot under the earth.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I spent a real good quality time with my son yesterday, until the end of the day I found him longing for his dad and not calling me mommy anymore. No more sweet hugs  from him, no more kiss and no more sweet smile from him. What hurt the most is &amp;quot;He my sun and my stars&amp;quot;, the hope to keep me moving and stand up against the gravity of unfurtunate career and family life. He is the greatest dream and best ever happened to me.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;But now, I am just a visitor.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;welcome me again to the real world of pain. I am laughing out loud yesterday while fooling myself and trying to say &amp;quot;Hey Vianca!! Move on and take what life is offering you. This is the reality, stop dreaming awake&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Actually, I don&amp;#39;t want to be the worst me. I am seeking for the tomorrow and that everything will be alright. This is not what I been chasing for rest of my life. But I need to face it ALONE. And until one day. Maybe, who knows.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Those were the days, I am a real  mom. Now, the name who fill in the line above the word &amp;quot;MOther&amp;quot;  in his birth certificate. I was praying this thing will change. like he&amp;#39;ll treat right. He&amp;#39;ll hug so warm. He&amp;#39;ll hug me so tight. Oh No..  I lose control and  i cant stop the rain to fall.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;since last year, I can see a little light of hope but now its dark all over again.&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/2088849059902514140-730602843156289344?l=myseethe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myseethe.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-dark-all-over-again-but-never-say.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ms morbid)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088849059902514140.post-3623881256744905124</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2009 09:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-26T02:37:37.386-07:00</atom:updated><title>HANDBOOK FOR 2009</title><description>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;u&gt;Health:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt; 1.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Drink plenty of water.&lt;br&gt; 2.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a&lt;br&gt; beggar.&lt;br&gt; 3.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; that is manufactured in plants.&lt;br&gt; 4..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Live with the 3 E's -- Energy, &lt;span class=yshortcuts&gt;Enthusiasm&lt;/span&gt;, and Empathy.&lt;br&gt; 5.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Make time to practice meditation, &lt;span class=yshortcuts&gt;yoga&lt;/span&gt;, and prayer.&lt;br&gt; 6.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Play more games.&lt;br&gt; 7.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Read more books than you did in 2008.&lt;br&gt; 8.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day.&lt;br&gt; 9.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sleep for 7 hours.&lt;br&gt; 10.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Take a 10-30 minutes&amp;#8217; walk every day. And while you walk, smile.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;u&gt;Personality:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt; 11.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; journey is all about.&lt;br&gt; 12.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Don't have negative thoughts or things you cannot control.&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment.&lt;br&gt; 13.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Don't overdo.. Keep your limits.&lt;br&gt; 14.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;br&gt; 15.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Don't waste your precious energy on gossip.&lt;br&gt; 16.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dream more while you are awake.&lt;br&gt; 17.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;br&gt; 18.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Forget issues of the past. Don't remind your partner with his/her&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness.&lt;br&gt; 19.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don't hate others.&lt;br&gt; 20.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present.&lt;br&gt; 21.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No one is in charge of your happiness except you.&lt;br&gt; 22.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn.&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.&lt;br&gt; 23.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Smile and laugh more.&lt;br&gt; 24.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You don't have to win every argument. &lt;span class=yshortcuts&gt;Agree to disagree&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;u&gt;Society:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt; 25.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Call your family often.&lt;br&gt; 26.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Each day give something good to others.&lt;br&gt; 27.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Forgive everyone for everything.&lt;br&gt; 28.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Spend time with people over the age of 70 &amp;amp; under the age of 6.&lt;br&gt; 29.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Try to make at least three people smile each day.&lt;br&gt; 30.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;br&gt; 31.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends&lt;br&gt; will.&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Stay in touch.&lt;span style='font-family:"inherit","serif"'&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;Life:&lt;br&gt; &lt;/u&gt;32.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Do the right thing!&lt;br&gt; 33.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;br&gt; 34.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; GOD heals everything.&lt;br&gt; 35.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;br&gt; 36.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;br&gt; 37.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The best is yet to come.&lt;br&gt; 38.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When you awake alive in the morning, thank GOD for it.&lt;br&gt; 39.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Your Inner most is always happy. So, be happy.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Last but not the least:&lt;br&gt; 40.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Please Forward this to everyone you care about.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088849059902514140-3623881256744905124?l=myseethe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myseethe.blogspot.com/2009/06/handbook-for-2009.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ms morbid)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088849059902514140.post-1737655724680326300</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Jun 2009 02:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-23T19:45:04.298-07:00</atom:updated><title>I have to Define my purpose</title><description>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='margin-top:12.0pt'&gt;I was busy searching and waiting for what&amp;#8217;s out there for me. Working for this company to this company (&lt;i&gt;I was like doin a company hopping and I better do bar hopping instead &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Wingdings'&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;). I hate what&amp;#8217;s really happening, now I found out I have no clear purpose at all. Losing lots of things/people I treasure the most make my stubbornness worst. Guess what I am like &amp;#8220;I have to &lt;b&gt;DO &lt;/b&gt;this and take this&amp;#8221; or &amp;#8220; grab this and do a trial and error&amp;#8221;. Nah, Not again I&amp;#8217;m wondering Where am I going. The long wait is f****** annoying, and I&amp;#8217;m getting old urrgg.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='margin-top:12.0pt'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='margin-top:12.0pt'&gt;I am now an EASY GO UNLUCKY. Hey, I&amp;#8217;m alone not having somebody to talk with all the time makes my coconut dull. I read a lot but my heads simple logic is not working.. come on. I hate this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088849059902514140-1737655724680326300?l=myseethe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myseethe.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-to-define-my-purpose.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ms morbid)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088849059902514140.post-62613993404376248</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2009 11:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-22T04:06:33.694-07:00</atom:updated><title>Friendship could mean pain</title><description>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&amp;nbsp;I wanted to cherished good old friends when it turned out to be they wanted me out of their lives. I rather say okay I&amp;#8217;ll stay out of your way. Okay I'll be there when asked and will not interrupt when &amp;nbsp;u don&amp;#8217;t want me to.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;I say I am sure I&amp;#8217;m good when it comes to people I love and worst to people asked my worst.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088849059902514140-62613993404376248?l=myseethe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myseethe.blogspot.com/2009/06/friendship-could-mean-pain.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ms morbid)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088849059902514140.post-2123108604927111072</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2009 18:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-14T23:21:57.222-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Ten Days for my Silver Worth Years</category><title>Day 08: I have To decide</title><description>I'm in a hurry and been looking for job to earn. Two and a half hour at the lobby waiting for my final interview at 2am. I was sleepy and still decided to stay for a one process job interview. I was expecting thing will work out right. Sometimes I have this few regret of my decision on giving up on a job offer coz of graveyard shift, but still here I am trying out a nice shift sched Data ANalyst job post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 3:30 am. The company offered a job order and/but contractual base only( for two months). My says I might like tryin this again. I am so sure i wanted to. I will start on 19th day of May and was thinking (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this might be his gift.. let me try again this time)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I plurked about it. I have a job a day before my birthday but still I am UNDECIDED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived home at 4:00am and hit the cozy sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What I have learned here is don't say you're okay while you're not sure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me Luck,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088849059902514140-2123108604927111072?l=myseethe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myseethe.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-08-i-have-to-decide.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ms morbid)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088849059902514140.post-1055746042332736496</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2009 03:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-21T02:29:54.809-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Ten Days for my Silver Worth Years</category><title>Day 07: 80% of A Change Depends on Me</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Boarding House.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up 9 in the morning with hangover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Decided to clean my room and made some changes and design.for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fraternity brother treat  me for dinner in good better best &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"good burger"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was so blessed having him in my life. One of the best gift this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been thinking too much and been plurking a lot today. On line friends and true friends makes me feel better than being bitter with my unfortunate situation with career and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one job interview on monday.. at 9PM.. its kinda weird having interview at night but I need to give it a try.  80% of my life was really defends on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 24px; font-style: italic;font-size:15;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or by the handle"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;– James Russell Lowell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088849059902514140-1055746042332736496?l=myseethe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myseethe.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-07-change.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ms morbid)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088849059902514140.post-9164418538600802428</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 May 2009 06:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-18T23:11:04.902-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Ten Days for my Silver Worth Years</category><title>Day 06: Drunk and Disturbed</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; Tunasan, Muntinlupa/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; Sentro, Madison Squares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Aimee's Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So It's mom and son's day today. We had lots of fun, we paint, play, wrestle and we fight (had just a little argument about my son's little pride)&lt;br /&gt;It's good to feel having him in my life inspite of the distance and complication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zZFeC3BvTzQ/Sg-wcgzB60I/AAAAAAAAARo/8ag1lSsXcqY/s1600-h/16052009272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zZFeC3BvTzQ/Sg-wcgzB60I/AAAAAAAAARo/8ag1lSsXcqY/s320/16052009272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336678087344122690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then around 7 have to leave for aimee's birthday. Reach the Sentro Bar at Madison's Square at 830pm.&lt;br /&gt;My friends Cerah, Tj, Aimee, Lorraine, ico, sir Ely, Boris and Coy from USAP marketing was there too. Celebrating Coy's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy seeing those few good people in my life and it's one of the best gift this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consumed 5 strong ice, 9 shots margarita in different flavors and 5 shots of badtrip. I do't wanna reached my limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny asked me to come over and join them. So glad she still remember my name and manage to call me in middle of the crowd. Mr Curls was there too, asking me to stay a little more. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received my first gift for my 25th birthday,a pink sexy undies from maricar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088849059902514140-9164418538600802428?l=myseethe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myseethe.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-06-drunk-and-disturbed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ms morbid)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zZFeC3BvTzQ/Sg-wcgzB60I/AAAAAAAAARo/8ag1lSsXcqY/s72-c/16052009272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088849059902514140.post-5790048933412169149</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 May 2009 05:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-18T22:22:40.889-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Ten Days for my Silver Worth Years</category><title>Day 05: Social Networking Worth Living</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Oranbo drive - Boarding house&lt;br /&gt;plurk, YM, Facebook and Multiply Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm busy chatting, searching, researching, downloading mp3 and Sound trip.&lt;br /&gt;Met Angel Gabrielle, grace, dan at ala kwentang via plurk, they're cool youngster, active and full of challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word for the day: "Etuk"&lt;br /&gt; - reversed word of CUTE; meaning "papansin, agaw eksena at arte"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;" Anu ba G, masyado kang pa-etuk"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088849059902514140-5790048933412169149?l=myseethe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myseethe.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-05-social-networking-worth-living.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ms morbid)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088849059902514140.post-8188151592268153977</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2009 06:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-18T23:17:48.774-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Ten Days for my Silver Worth Years</category><title>Day 04: Jason's Broken Heart Session and Reunion with RedHorse</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's Kuya Dodan's Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Roque - Kapitolyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just what I said I won't hit and miss without messing up the Ten Days of Silver Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Jason looking for "Manong Fishball" then he invited us to join his mourning session with red horse.  He and his girlfriend broke up just two days ago. So, its worth enough to spare just little time to a broken hearted friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I had a great night,  beer, ciamoy, jam and sound trip with bestbud Jer, Jason and Ron. It's been a year long since the last time I joined ron at inuman session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk lots about Heart in Hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's not that EASY but it's simple.."&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;move on&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088849059902514140-8188151592268153977?l=myseethe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myseethe.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-05-may-14-09-thursday-san-roque.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ms morbid)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088849059902514140.post-4315681245494465460</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 06:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-17T02:01:49.485-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Ten Days for my Silver Worth Years</category><title>Day 03: Bowling Alley Mess</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;It's Maita's Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the birthday girl, we decided to roam the mall and celebrate our birthday with friends. Instead of eating out for dinner, we play Bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Vince, Maita, Jer, Maricar, Pb, PJ, Rad, Gj and Aimee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im such a mess in that alley, I remember I almost failed my PE Class coz of bowling. I just can't figure out how to control that greasy heavy balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And witnessed one of the award winning love team drama series ever..ahhaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088849059902514140-4315681245494465460?l=myseethe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myseethe.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-03-may-13-09-wednesday-sm-megamall.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ms morbid)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088849059902514140.post-2097609441362190107</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 May 2009 06:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-17T00:50:26.681-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Ten Days for my Silver Worth Years</category><title>Day 02: Coding won't suit me</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;nbo drive - Boarding house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent too much time editing a webpage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in front of my Dell Lat for about 13hours just to work on webpage error fixing. I decided to give myself a try but at the end  of the day i gave up. I hate to admit, Im not coder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kulang lang ako sa praktis"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088849059902514140-2097609441362190107?l=myseethe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myseethe.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-02-may-12-09-tuesday-oranbo-drive.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ms morbid)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088849059902514140.post-6207822531959937243</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 04:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-17T00:49:27.279-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Ten Days for my Silver Worth Years</category><title>Day 01: First of summer is never too late.</title><description>Laiya, Batangas - Virgin Resort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to miss the summer of '09 and it's better late than never, I really wanted to taste the salty mist along the shore and toast my skin under the sun. and hanging out with friends. We rent a van to Batangas (c/o Toly) , arrived in Batangas for about 1o:30AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried Toly's Hooka Shisha, it's like puffing flavored smoke and its kinda healthy in a way but I still love marl more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to try skim boarding too but I'm a like bok bok bokbok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 6:30 we're on our way home, decided to try &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kapeng Barako &lt;/span&gt;the pride of Batangas at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kappe Brako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zZFeC3BvTzQ/Sg-yB8kc2-I/AAAAAAAAARw/_UPVYlEnxcg/s1600-h/11052009256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zZFeC3BvTzQ/Sg-yB8kc2-I/AAAAAAAAARw/_UPVYlEnxcg/s320/11052009256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336679829965954018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward for the next ten days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088849059902514140-6207822531959937243?l=myseethe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myseethe.blogspot.com/2009/05/ten-days-for-my-silver-worth-years.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ms morbid)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zZFeC3BvTzQ/Sg-yB8kc2-I/AAAAAAAAARw/_UPVYlEnxcg/s72-c/11052009256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088849059902514140.post-4839213043013204474</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 May 2009 16:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-09T11:07:09.651-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>painful</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>everyday</category><title>i got to choose</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it's moms day. just arrived after spending lots of time with my son.i just cant believe living life alone and away from him can be this hard.i prefer to let him stay with his dad coz im incapable. incapable to give me him better future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really hard living the place watching him sleep, while im taking my step out of his peaceful. home. while on my way to pasig, im wondering, what if it stays this way and he'll be fine with me visiting over the weekend but not everyday. but i rather of his good life and only his dad can provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it matters not that i cant stay around coz i know it's the best for my son and for both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant stay with his dad, i dont call this a pride. i call it 'lesson learned'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a week ago i decided to keep this in private but now i better hide and shout anything to the world with mask on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant sleep,  i am weary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its better this way. being alone savouring my unfortunate life than having somebody to share my agony with. and i find that situation too selfish. its selfish making somebody feel the pain and distress coz youre life is miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy moms day to my mom, to my sis, to my lola, to my bestfriend. to mommy.&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/2088849059902514140-4839213043013204474?l=myseethe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myseethe.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-got-to-choose.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ms morbid)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088849059902514140.post-4672235634866952892</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Apr 2009 05:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-30T20:18:22.559-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Wednesday on Letting Go</category><title>the water around my island</title><description>indeed, family means a lot, it said that family is the core value of a person. your home is your first school, your mom and dad are your first teachers and your sibling was your first classmate. they're your first best friends, first enemies and definitely your first love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the world turned upside down and let you stumble to nowhere, you can run to only your family. you have them since first day on earth and you expect them to know you, understand you and support you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can say i have loved my mom, my papa, nissan, dayet, john and jap-jap so much. so much that i can't even say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; to what ever request they asked for. i listen, i support, i talk, i laugh and i play with them. i am willing to give everything that i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just that i dont have anything to give right now. i don't have any money to help and support. i don't have job to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i been struggling for five months  now, trying to survive this shit alone. can't have meals three times a day, can't go to interview invitation and don't have enough to pay my bills. and whenever I tried to reach for my family's hands to keep on hold. i realized i am so fucking alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they said that i am better misunderstood and i don't have to expect any support from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i just asked for little time for me to search new job. i asked for a little time to take good care of my son cause i can't provide any needs if i don't earn. now i don't have family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this hardship i am facing is just a part of the global crisis. i am suffering and my family can't understand. if i am so weak that even in this blog i'm unable to speak, you'll find me bleeding lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i rather live alone.no one to turn but my self in an island. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kay&lt;/span&gt; says you still have friends. yes i am so lucky to have non relative few good people around. to give me a hug whenever i asked for it. a grin and laughter when i choose to frown.  they are the water around this island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.carolinehuff.com/artwork/paintings/04-p1010059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.carolinehuff.com/artwork/paintings/04-p1010059.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carolinehuff.com/artwork/paintings"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;island view acrylic painting by caroline huff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/2088849059902514140-4672235634866952892?l=myseethe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myseethe.blogspot.com/2009/04/water-around-my-island.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ms morbid)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088849059902514140.post-7985387935515117299</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Apr 2009 23:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-28T22:34:26.097-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Wednesday on Letting Go</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>painful</category><title>U Save All Possibilities.. and now finally Im giving up on you</title><description>I was holding this hope in my hand as I watch you from afar&lt;br /&gt;I am dreaming that one day you'll asked me back in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never loved, I've never hurt like this and Never asked God so much&lt;br /&gt;Being with you its like a dream come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the sky that made me look up so often&lt;br /&gt;You're the ground where I set my foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my tomorrow and I can't wait for the fine new day&lt;br /&gt;You're the yesterday but not the history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I keep the hold for five months&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ave &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ll &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ossibilities.. and now finally Im giving up on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088849059902514140-7985387935515117299?l=myseethe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myseethe.blogspot.com/2009/04/u-save-all-possibilities-and-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ms morbid)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088849059902514140.post-5681643998038891869</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Apr 2009 16:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-06T09:54:34.596-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>its monday</category><title>Weaving Cobweb</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.third-bird.co.uk/photography-albums/wallpapers/Gorse_cobweb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 559px; height: 356px;" src="http://www.third-bird.co.uk/photography-albums/wallpapers/Gorse_cobweb2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent almost 15 hours of my day in front of my Dell Lat, searching job on line, working as &lt;a href="http://www.odesk.com/users/%7E%7E90ef1cb64b64efe7"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freelancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, risking and learning more about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEO&lt;/span&gt; and sleeping late. I am bidding and dealing the professional side of &lt;a href="http://msvianca.biz.nf/"&gt;blogging&lt;/a&gt; and on line marketing. I am sure I'm risking on my new career track: weaving spiderweb and spinning knowledge in  wild &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;World Wide Web&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more about earning money on line, more likely providing administrative service and Wordpress crunching data.  It's about Basic Search Engine Optimization (social bookmarking, link building, page rank, PPC and the like).  It's about internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am new here but I am aggressive and optimistic that I can find my way to stand up again.&lt;br /&gt;I am broke but this will not stop me from risking .&lt;br /&gt;I am a little bit hopeless but I am hopeful enough for the fight.&lt;br /&gt;Competence is expected but a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt know what it feels like this if I wont try.&lt;br /&gt;So I am trying.&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/2088849059902514140-5681643998038891869?l=myseethe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myseethe.blogspot.com/2009/04/weaving-cobweb.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ms morbid)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088849059902514140.post-2940911391796958492</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Mar 2009 08:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-06T09:27:15.392-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>everyday</category><title>Goodbye BEER, Hello COFFEE n' Cigarette</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally land a new job. Got a new hope for and knowledge to earn. But most of all need to give up on some things such going out on the saturdays or unwind with the old good friends.Farewell happy hour, friday night out, saturday racing tambay, no more mutiny bar and BEER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello fail skin, eyebags and energy drinks. and of Course COFFEE and CIGARETTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must embrace graveyard shift again. Working at night while your love is sleeping. The next day you'll be sleeping and Pinas is busy working. No more talking, no more meet up and no more personals just chat, SMS and email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I am having a body clock adjustment. I can't sleep in a complete 5 hours.I am beginning to hate life again. But I need to survive, I need a job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088849059902514140-2940911391796958492?l=myseethe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myseethe.blogspot.com/2009/03/goodbye-beer-hello-coffee-n-cigarette.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ms morbid)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088849059902514140.post-5418996171740715439</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Feb 2009 09:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-15T23:58:51.037-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>it's Truth Thursday</category><title>On my Wall Thursday "Dont Decide on Something When You're Angry, Don't Even Promises when You're Happy"</title><description>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Never to decide when you're angry, when all you have is bitterness and cold heart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Let me share this one.v A mom was so angry when her husband can't provide enough money to pay bills for the month. Their eldest is a fresh graduate in fact just 3 weeks before the incident. She asked her mom for a little money to use for job application expenses. And because she's so mad she shouted back at her daughter "&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;and you, you think you have the right for your fathers earnings? We're done. You go and find your own money. We don't need you here&lt;/span&gt;". That moment her mom meant what she just said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She packed her back that very day and leaved. She haven't eaten any meal for two days but she's decided to apply for a job. She got that first job and never returned home for almost two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was force to work for her own. She send money for her siblings. She tried to survive away from her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was asked to come home and visit. For four years, she learned to forgive but not to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Again, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;never ever decide with angst&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the other side of it. She found out that his boyfriend was cheating on her but she decided not to mention it until they're both ready. She looked for evidence, she asked for some assurance that her guy loved her more than the other girlfriend. The other girl used to call their boyfriend every other day. They talk and laugh a lot on phone. "&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Who was that? Why you seem so happy?&lt;/span&gt;", she asked pretending happy but her heart is aching. "O&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;h, My friend back in high school&lt;/span&gt;", the boy replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After one year , she couldn't take the pretending anymore so she asked for moment of serious talk. She mention every thing she knew about the cheating, the girls name, her whereabouts, how long they been fooling around and all the pain she felt while hiding. She was so calm with an open mind she asked for an explanation. He's so happy for the just she gave him. And promised he will not do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, he cheated on her for the second time with the same girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088849059902514140-5418996171740715439?l=myseethe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myseethe.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-my-wall-this-truth-thursday-dont.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ms morbid)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088849059902514140.post-7345316056212837395</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Jan 2009 06:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-06T09:30:48.040-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>everyday</category><title>Put A Little Trust to Strangers</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zZFeC3BvTzQ/SYEDSNVaiQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9jOHZfCeETQ/s1600-h/jOhAN380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zZFeC3BvTzQ/SYEDSNVaiQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9jOHZfCeETQ/s320/jOhAN380.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296518248116422914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, about 1:04 in the afternoon I found myself hanging alone in my pad. This life I’m living is a bit boring. I remember just about two days ago when I bought myself two books to read just to eat up my time. And now reading wont satisfied my weary heart and lousy mind. I end up roaming EDSA Central for a vacant internet café. Well, surfing the net expensive just to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;Never a second will I ever missed to check who or what’s on my left and right or front and back, in other word assuring “preventative measure”. I am used to remind myself to “Trust No One” or else you’ll be in danger. Not even the Security Guard or Policeman standing along sidewalks. Not the dispatcher or known as barker.&lt;br /&gt;To me, strangers might be one of the villain who laugh out loud while watching their victims die in pain and anguish, what if I’m their next target (wahhhh am I overreacting?). So BEWARE of beast around this city of sin.&lt;br /&gt;After 4 hours of searching jobs over the net I decided to go home. While standing in the line waiting for jeepney’s to arrive, a woman just next to me bump against my back. I turned around as I laid my eyes angrily but she was lying helpless on that cold flat surface in the middle of the crowd. I was so shocked even with some books in my hands I pulled her towards a wall where she can lean her back. Just about 5 seconds she responded to people asking what happened to her. To my surprise someone gave bottled water, another offered menthol to relax her nerves a bit and another offered the woman something to eat.&lt;br /&gt;I am speechless then I heave a sigh. You can never be alone bleeding to death because those angels do exist on earth just disguised in those strangers I called just a while ago “villain”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT let me remind you "JUST A LITTLE TRUST".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088849059902514140-7345316056212837395?l=myseethe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://myseethe.blogspot.com/2009/01/put-little-trust-to-strangers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ms morbid)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zZFeC3BvTzQ/SYEDSNVaiQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9jOHZfCeETQ/s72-c/jOhAN380.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>