<?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-11350107</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:51:41.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Realm of a Princess</title><subtitle type='html'>Anything under the sun; Whatever goes.... It's the writer's perception and perogative. Comments are welcome but it may be ignored.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-3161287238715923028</id><published>2011-12-28T06:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T16:55:13.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Christmas Gift.... YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVGTD_RT1Ag/TwmpGC_V8HI/AAAAAAAAACw/25gq-kaASk8/s1600/IMG00124-20111225-0820.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVGTD_RT1Ag/TwmpGC_V8HI/AAAAAAAAACw/25gq-kaASk8/s320/IMG00124-20111225-0820.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; My dear Pradeep, THANK YOU you for giving me the best Christmas Gift this year. It was not the perfume i received from you nor the hugs and kisses i got from you, YOUR MERE PRESENCE is more than enough for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350107-3161287238715923028?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/3161287238715923028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-best-christmas-gift-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/3161287238715923028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/3161287238715923028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-best-christmas-gift-you.html' title='My Best Christmas Gift.... YOU'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVGTD_RT1Ag/TwmpGC_V8HI/AAAAAAAAACw/25gq-kaASk8/s72-c/IMG00124-20111225-0820.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-1761527415275635297</id><published>2011-12-24T17:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T22:19:26.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is it!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;When the month of December started, it was not the holiday decors that I was excited about. I have been making my countdowns for this special day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Christmas day is to be spent with people dear to you. I asked my parents for permission that I wont spend this year's Christmas Eve with them. They agreed as long as I am home in time for my Mom's birthday and the New Year's Eve.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;This day is special for me... make or break....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Preparations are made... room has been cleaned, bed sheets have been changed and my self ready for seeing him tonight. In a few hours I will be able to see you, to hold you and talk to you without the computer's monitor in between us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; See you in a few hours..... i really cant wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350107-1761527415275635297?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/1761527415275635297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/1761527415275635297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/1761527415275635297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-it.html' title='This is it!'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-5696125599267560345</id><published>2011-12-23T11:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T11:15:07.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man of Excellence - My Winning Piece</title><content type='html'>This is my winning piece for the essay contest in SCOPE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: 'Book Antiqua','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was barely 3 years of age when my grandparents took me to live with them. My parents were sad but they have to make a sacrifce for my well-being. But it is my Dad who sacrificed the most. He did not think of his pride or ego being the man of the family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; During the time I was living with my maternal grandparents, my Dad took whatever job that is available. He became a part time driver, a security guard and he even came to the point of trying his luck to work abroad. He was not lucky in that aspect as the agency was a scam. His savings gone. He has to start all over again and be strong for his family's sake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When my youngest brother was born, he brought my mom back to her hometown for a visit and when he got back, he has no more job to go back to. The agency had done some cost cutting measures. But because he was doing his job properly, his boss took pity on him and asked him to go to this company and look for his wife who is an HR. And with God's grace, he got accepted to work at international airport. He was assigned at the medical department as messenger and driver for one of the doctors. Because of his hard work, he was given a training to become a paramedic and now drives the ambulance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;From that time until this day, my Dad's determination of never giving up has given him a successful life. He may not have become the boss of the company or did he become a celebrity but having achieved his goal of making life better for his family in terms of finances and giving his family their needs and love and care is the most that he was able to achieve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My dad, is my Man of Excellence for having gone through all those hardships and trials without giving up. &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/11350107-5696125599267560345?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/5696125599267560345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2011/12/man-of-excellence-my-winning-piece.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/5696125599267560345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/5696125599267560345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2011/12/man-of-excellence-my-winning-piece.html' title='Man of Excellence - My Winning Piece'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-4339696879395283056</id><published>2011-10-28T20:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T21:27:11.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY (October 28, 2011)</title><content type='html'>I woke up today with a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the first time your message was sent&lt;br /&gt;Going on site so I can trace&lt;br /&gt;But old messages were no longer kept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As each day we chat and see each other on cam&lt;br /&gt;We build a relationship of Trust&lt;br /&gt;And that we have is not a scam&lt;br /&gt;So I secretly wish that it will last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how you feel&lt;br /&gt;Frightened to ask you about it&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside I do hope it is for real&lt;br /&gt;Coz when you buzz my heart skips a beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon my Dear&lt;br /&gt;I will hold you with my arms&lt;br /&gt;Coz from Perth you will come near&lt;br /&gt;So I can get to enjoy your boyish charms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now all I can do is count the days&lt;br /&gt;Until the 24th of December when you arrive so late&lt;br /&gt;And though I am not sure if in my life you decide to stay&lt;br /&gt;I would like to think that you are worth the wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350107-4339696879395283056?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/4339696879395283056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-october-28-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/4339696879395283056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/4339696879395283056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-october-28-2011.html' title='TODAY (October 28, 2011)'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-5868499153422361382</id><published>2011-08-07T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T20:49:08.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am blessed with real friends</title><content type='html'>During the time I was hacked, I never expected people to come to my aid. I found out who my real friends are and who are the decent ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The video which can destroy my reputation was the most devastating of all but thank God for all the people who instead of watching it, took their time to inform everyone that my account has been hacked.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you God for the friends you gave me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350107-5868499153422361382?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/5868499153422361382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-blessed-with-real-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/5868499153422361382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/5868499153422361382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-blessed-with-real-friends.html' title='I am blessed with real friends'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-3418822135964376460</id><published>2011-07-16T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T15:01:58.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate good byes</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "I hate good byes"... this phrase is almost a cliche as we always hear these words among the people who have to go on separate ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I came to Malaysia never expecting that I will be meeting such wonderful people. It tears my heart as the days that we have to leave the company draws near. The FTP team made my first time stay in Malaysia a memorable one. The place is a diversed culture and the respect, camaraderie, friendship and the fun are some of the things that can never be replaced with any amount of money you see in your paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I will surely miss &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Nabilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; greeting me in sametime (Magandang Umaga Maganda). I am sorry &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yaso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i can't punch daddy for you (hahaha.. we are indebted to him for trying to keep us). &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Zuhri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, when we go karaoke i promise i sing the song for you (but you have to remember the song title). &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, i should ask tips on how to get a high score in IELTS (but there is nothing i can do about me being deaf.. lol). I almost forgot lady gaga vs Justin Bieber. Sorry&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt; Jeya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, i am not a Bieber fan i will help &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Yap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kill Justin Bieber anytime. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Cikin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, i hope next time you don't iron your clothes while wearing it (just kidding). &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Izhal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I know we will see&amp;nbsp;you around (in shopping malls).&amp;nbsp;Oh no! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Asha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has no one to say bye-bye to before she goes back home.. no one going back later that her (LOL). &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faizul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, i sure hope you didn't get any new blackberry models in your phone (no one is as good as us...lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Starting Monday, it is a new adjustment that i won't be able to see the smiling faces of&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Chris&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the quiet ladies: &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mira, Azimah and Wardah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zahril's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nice physique (i should go to the gym maybe to get a good physique as him), &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daisy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who was in panic during her training and Mommy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fatin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And I should salute &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adrian &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for being a good lead. I really appreciate all the things he is doing for the team and most specially having concern with their well-being. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thank you to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Sudershan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for trying his best to keep us and gave us the opportunity to share our knowledge and experiences to the team and in turn gain new experiences and knowledge from the people we have worked and met in HSBC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I really hate goodbyes as this is not good bye... Surely the bond of friendship we have made is strong so no good byes but until we meet again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350107-3418822135964376460?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/3418822135964376460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-hate-good-byes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/3418822135964376460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/3418822135964376460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-hate-good-byes.html' title='I hate good byes'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-2133763679835541270</id><published>2011-07-16T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T13:53:22.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Datang to Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My name is Zarah and this is my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have been in the IT industry for more than a decade and in the course of my work, I have traveled far and wide. In those travel, I dealt with people of different race and culture, of different religion and beliefs, of different sizes and shapes. But there is one country that I took the risk of relocating to….. Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Philippines is not far from Malaysia. In history, Malaysia and the Philippines are connected through the Sabah province as this used to be in the Philippine’s territory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It is my first time in the Malaysia. My first time to come in contact with Muslims as close as I can possibly be. Philippines is dominated by Christian faith however, Muslim beliefs is not new as we have Muslim brothers and sisters in Mindanao which is near Sabah, Malaysia. With all the conflicts of the muslim and Christian faith in the Philippines, I came to think that it is hard to live in the country dominated by Muslim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; One day, an opportunity for me to come and live in Malaysia arrived. I fell in love with someone who is working in Kuching and for me to be near him, I have to find a job that could easily take me to where he is. At first I fear that I won’t survive but as I get to know the culture, I find myself falling in love with the place. The country is rich in culture. I gain a lot of muslim friends. I learned about their culture. And most of all, I learned that the key to a harmonious relationship is have respect for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Selamat Datang to Malaysia…. now my second home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350107-2133763679835541270?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/2133763679835541270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2011/07/selamat-datang-to-malaysia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/2133763679835541270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/2133763679835541270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2011/07/selamat-datang-to-malaysia.html' title='Selamat Datang to Malaysia'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-3915582336949273950</id><published>2011-02-15T01:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T01:05:09.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Right Love at the Wrong Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I once heard of the song "we have the right love at the wrong time". I keep thinking of situation or scenario that i can associate that line from the song. And now, I understand what it means.. I may have the perfect relationship with someone however the situation and circumstances would not permit us. We may have the love and respect for each other but we can only do that from the distance as he and I have separate lives to take. He with his Kids while I to the man I will start a family with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this Valentines day. He sent me a card and my heart all the more aches for the day when he and I can be both free to express how we felt for each other. He calls me his Elefantos and sometimes the charming lady or his Mota Meye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Valentine Card says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rm_tmdLFY5s/TVlgeaW4XRI/AAAAAAAAACI/x-NKOyCLExs/s1600/303436.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rm_tmdLFY5s/TVlgeaW4XRI/AAAAAAAAACI/x-NKOyCLExs/s400/303436.gif" width="341" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350107-3915582336949273950?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/3915582336949273950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2011/02/right-love-at-wrong-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/3915582336949273950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/3915582336949273950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2011/02/right-love-at-wrong-time.html' title='The Right Love at the Wrong Time'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rm_tmdLFY5s/TVlgeaW4XRI/AAAAAAAAACI/x-NKOyCLExs/s72-c/303436.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-752398473541181728</id><published>2011-02-10T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T11:31:26.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Resignation Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0.25in 0in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #333333;"&gt;2 February 2011&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0.25in 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #333333;"&gt;Monina Barretto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #333333;"&gt;Senior Manager&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accenture&lt;br /&gt;2/f &lt;address w:st="on"&gt;&lt;street w:st="on"&gt;Makati Stock Exchange Building&lt;br /&gt;Ayala Avenue&lt;/street&gt;, &lt;city w:st="on"&gt;Makati&lt;/city&gt;&lt;/address&gt;City &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0.25in 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0.25in 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #333333;"&gt;Dear Ms. Nina: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0.25in 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #333333;"&gt;The purpose of this resignation letter is to inform you that I will be leaving my position with Accenture as Team Lead effective March 5, 2011. I will be relocating to &lt;place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;country-region w:st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/country-region&gt;&lt;/place&gt; to pursue not a greener Pasteur or a flourishing career but a different aspect of my life. It was a strike of luck that I was able to find work and a bonus to be accepted in a company based in &lt;place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;country-region w:st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/country-region&gt;&lt;/place&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0.25in 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #333333;"&gt;I have appreciated both being part of the GWM Performance and the opportunities that have been provided to me during my stay with the project. It is with a heavy heart that I have to leave the team on a time that we have already established a much better relationship with the client and client team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0.25in 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0.25in 0in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #333333;"&gt;Sincerely, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0.25in 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0.25in 0in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #333333;"&gt;Zarah Agcaoili&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/11350107-752398473541181728?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/752398473541181728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2011/02/resignation-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/752398473541181728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/752398473541181728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2011/02/resignation-letter.html' title='The Resignation Letter'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-7827591940613351082</id><published>2011-01-17T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T11:27:41.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rise above the challenge</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Last year's performance feedback didn't go in to my favor. I went on a vacation during the performance feedback evaluation and I never had the chance to have it discussed with my manager prior me leaving for a month long vacation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I knew I didn't do well because all odds are against me however, i&amp;nbsp;did not expect a much lower rating. When my manager discussed it with me, she said that my counterpart did not give me a good feedback. It was a heartbreaking discussion as my counterpart were more to blame of the issues we encounter. But since I was not around to defend myself, he saved his ass by putting all the blame on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Now, we have a new counterpart. And my manager saw that there was a great improvement on the work quality we deliver. I hope she realized that her mistake was to put her trust more on the counterpart's (the old one anyway) word rather than hear me out. She is now trying to make amends by giving me performance monetary points for all the good jobs we have this year. In total she already gave me 200 points. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Had I put my frustration first, I would not have rise above this challenge. I have to prove that I deserve better rating than what she gave me. Keeping my fingers crossed for more oppotunities to come my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Good luck to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350107-7827591940613351082?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/7827591940613351082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2011/01/rise-above-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/7827591940613351082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/7827591940613351082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2011/01/rise-above-challenge.html' title='Rise above the challenge'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-8925000614045295861</id><published>2011-01-12T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T16:31:04.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year of the Rabbit: 2011</title><content type='html'>Source: &lt;a href="http://www.moonslipper.com/chinese.html"&gt;http://www.moonslipper.com/chinese.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Rat&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rats are charming, elegant and clever. They can be a bit gossipy and prone to being distracted. They’re also thrifty and very good with handling money. Family and close friends are exceptionally important to them. The Rat is charming beyond words and throughout his undoubtedly long life he will always be popular and will have many friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forecast for 2011&lt;/b&gt; The Rat will feel glad in a lot of ways to see the end of the Year of the Tiger! There were a lot of changes and the pace was fast - not something the Rat is entirely comfortable with. The Chinese Year of the Rabbit is the opposite – its tempo will be slow and steady and the Rat must try to be patient and remain content with steady progress throughout 2011. Work will again be highlighted but this time the Rat’s experience and knowledge will be called upon, helping him to advance quite nicely in his career. April, October and November are well-starred for this. On the love and romance side of life, there could be cause for celebration during the year in the form of an engagement, wedding or birth. July, August and December and January will be particularly special months. An important aspect of 2011 for the Rat is time for personal growth, hobbies and developing skills that bring happiness. For any Rats that like to write, this year will see their creativity heightened and whether for pleasure or profit, writing is highlighted in a most positive way. Health wise, the Rat will have felt burnt out sometimes during 2010 and in 2011 his vitality will be improved. He will feel stronger and will also be taking better care of himself, maintaining a good diet and steady exercise routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interesting Rat Facts:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Stone: Garnet&lt;br /&gt;Special Flower: Narcissus&lt;br /&gt;Best Hours: 11 pm -1 am&lt;br /&gt;Season: Winter&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope Colors: Black, White, Purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Ox&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sturdy, earthy, no-nonsense – that’s the Ox. Affectionate and easy-going, the Ox can show a fierce temper when agitated. He is neat, tidy, quiet and studious, with a great love of his home. Music can be a great love. Family life and a loving partner are high on the Ox’s priorities. A wonderful loyal friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forecast for 2011&lt;/b&gt; The Ox will have grown quite a bit during 2010. Its whirlwind moments and sudden challenges meant the Ox had to adjust his thinking and change direction on a dime! Some may feel a bit low about the way things went and it’s important to look forward to 2011 and put 2010 firmly behind them. The Chinese Year of the Rabbit will be encouraging for the Ox. For those who wish to change their career or at least change the direction of it, February, March and September will bring exciting offers and progress. Romance is highlighted in a very special way this year, with unattached Oxen finding themselves in exactly the right place at the right time to meet someone very special. For those in a relationship, this will strengthen and grow. June, July and October are wonderful months for love and romance. Friendship will be important during 2011. Whether the Ox is looking for new friends or drawing on friendships he already has, it’s important that he stays socially active. March, August and December will be particularly busy socially. The Ox should take time to ensure his diet is healthy and that he is taking time to exercise and spend time outdoors. Rest and relaxation will be vital for all Oxen during the Year of the Rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interesting Ox Facts: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Stone: Aquamarine&lt;br /&gt;Special Flower: Carnation&lt;br /&gt;Best Hours: 1-3 am&lt;br /&gt;Season: Winter&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope Colors: Green, Yellow, Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Tiger&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnetic, passionate and grand! When the Tiger does anything, it’s noticed! Indecisiveness and stubbornness can mar the sparkle of the Tiger personality. On the one hand generous, on the other hand a little mean, it’s sometimes hard to know where one stands with the Tiger. Flexible, honest and truly entertaining, one has a friend for life with a Tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forecast for 2011&lt;/b&gt; Most Tigers will be feeling quite pleased and energized at the end of their own year in 2010. The Year of the Rabbit will be another positive year for them. Romantic matters are particularly to the forefront, with many born under this sign deciding to get married or to take the relationship to the next level. Single Tigers will have many chances to meet a partner with June to September particularly well aspected. If they have faced recent personal trials and tribulations, 2011 will prove to be a much brighter year. Financially, the Tiger will most likely see an increase in income, either due to a pay rise or an unexpected windfall. With careful planning and budgeting, they can enjoy this monetary increase whilst easing financial burdens. Hobbies and outdoor pursuits will also interest the Tiger this year and will provide relaxation and a social setting, both of which will suit him just fine. Travel and spending holidays with friends will be a focus during late spring and also August and September. If there is a dream location he’s always wanted to visit, this is the perfect year to do so! A house purchase or change of home could very well feature on the cards also. This will be an exciting rather than overly stressful development and Tigers should thrive in their new environment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interesting Tiger Facts:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Stone: Sapphire&lt;br /&gt;Special Flower: Violet&lt;br /&gt;Best Hours: 3-5 am&lt;br /&gt;Season: Winter&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope Colors: Green, Blue, Yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Rabbit&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly, warm and affectionate are the attributes of the Rabbit. Mysterious and a great party-giver and host, the Rabbit enjoys being the centre of attention once in a while. The Rabbit is occasionally over cautious and can be a bit boring. He is also one of the luckiest signs in the Chinese Astrology chart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forecast for 2011&lt;/b&gt; The Rabbit will have found the momentum during 2010 quite unsettling, little realizing that his accomplishments during the year will set him up beautifully for his own year in 2011. This will be a stunning and most favorable year for him, especially in regard to work and career. His ability to interact with others will put him in the lead for any promotions at work. Also, if the Rabbit is considering a completely different career, this is the perfect time to explore his options. Not only will the change energize him but he will feel happier than he has done in some time. March to May and October to November will be important times for career developments. Finances during the Rabbit’s own year are buzzing, with his luck running high! He may see a salary increase, receive a gift or make extra money from a hobby or entrepreneurial idea. Socially, August, September and December will be hectic! Single Rabbits could meet their significant other this year and the relationship could move very fast. Those with partners will find their relationship becomes more serious and important. Stress and worry over decisions may drain the Rabbit’s vitality during 2011 and it’s very important he gets enough rest and relaxation. He must also remember to call on friends and loved ones for support and advice during any challenging times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interesting Rabbit Facts:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Stone: Pearl&lt;br /&gt;Special Flower: Jonquil&lt;br /&gt;Best Hours: 5-7 am&lt;br /&gt;Season: Spring&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope Colors: Grey, White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Dragon&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assertive, energetic and talented are all words to describe the Dragon personality. On the other hand, the Dragon has a tendency to be condescending and tactless without realising it. In the Chinese Zodiac, they are born under the sign of luck. They generally enjoy robust health and tend to be very successful in anything they turn their hand to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forecast for 2011&lt;/b&gt; The Chinese Year of the Rabbit will be a more balanced and secure year than 2010 for all Dragons. They will have loved the exciting nature of the Tiger year, but now it’s time to take it down a notch or two! Many of them will have had changes in their job and the steadier tempo of 2011 will help them to settle in and possibly even go for promotions. July, September and November will give Dragons a chance to reassess what they’re doing and what direction they now want to go in. The opportunity to retrain or take night classes should be considered seriously. The foundations they now lay will greatly enhance their prospects in 2012 – their own year. Romance is beautifully starred with opportunities to meet new people all through the year but particularly during April, June, September and December. On the whole, this will be a positive and happy year for Dragons. The monetary situation will improve for most and their eye for a bargain will be particularly keen. Travel is also highlighted during the Rabbit year and time spent with friends and loved ones will be especially valued. Breaks during April and May or September will prove to be memorable. Hobbies and talents should be pursued and enjoyed as they will provide great pleasure and relaxation during 2011 and could lead to other interesting opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interesting Dragon Facts:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Stone: Amethyst&lt;br /&gt;Special Flower: Sweet Pea&lt;br /&gt;Best Hours: 7-9 am&lt;br /&gt;Season: Spring&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope Colors: Black, Gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Snake&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent and highly intuitive are two of the Snake’s many fine qualities. He makes an amusing and romantic friend with a definite flirtatious streak. When challenged or criticized he can be a sore loser. The Snake is very lucky with money and is fond of the odd bet or two. He is quick-witted and enjoys reading, music and occasionally the paranormal side of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forecast for 2011&lt;/b&gt; Snakes like to have plans and follow their itinerary in an orderly fashion – 2010 threw all this out the window! The Chinese Year of the Rabbit will be a much more appealing year to the Snake and he will feel back on track, albeit still busy and full of activity. The focus of 2011 for the Snake will be to make sure he is doing something he likes, something that allows him to express his creativity and talents and something that he excels at. February, March and October will provide windows of opportunities in his career to achieve this. However, he must put in the effort and make his intentions known, or the windows may close again. Financially, things are looking much brighter for the Snake and with planning and saving, this will be an excellent year. Home decorating and refurbishments are highlighted this year and time at home with family and friends will be treasured. Romance and friendship will be superb in 2011 and he will get much enjoyment from social gatherings, especially ones connected with work. A word of warning for all Snakes – there is the possibility of a lapse in judgement or a piece of harmful gossip – this could lead to awkwardness. Tread carefully! Healthwise, Snakes should take care to have a balanced lifestyle or their energy could suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interesting Snake Facts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Stone: Opal&lt;br /&gt;Special Flower: Passionflower&lt;br /&gt;Best Hours: 9-11 am&lt;br /&gt;Season: Spring&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope Colors: Brown Gold, Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Horse&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun, charming and attractive sums up the Horse’s traits perfectly. They love parties and crowds and being the centre of attention. They can also be egotistical, hotheaded and impatient. The Horse is a considerate and protective friend and partner and when in his company, there will always be excitement around the next corner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forecast for 2011&lt;/b&gt; The spotlight will have been on the Horse for much of 2010 with his sparkling company and friendship being frequently in demand. In 2011, the focus for the Horse will be on his career, with unexpected developments and promotional opportunities on the cards. He should watch events carefully, for when an opening occurs he will need to act fast and be alert. April, May and October and November will be encouraging months for moving ahead in work or indeed finding a new job altogether. Health and well-being will be on the minds of many Horses in the Chinese Year of the Rabbit and it’s a perfect time to re-think fitness routines and diet. Socially, as always, the Horse will be busy, with May to September and December being full of fun opportunities with friends. Attached Horses will fare better than single ones in 2011. If a new romance is on horizon, the Horse would be well advised to relax and let the relationship develop slowly and without rushing. March, September and October are prime months for finding someone special. The Horse is an adventurous soul by nature and may do some travelling to far-flung places in the Year of Rabbit. Financially there is a definite chance for the Horse to increase his earnings over the year and he should make every effort to manage his money carefully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interesting Horse Facts:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Stone: Golden Topaz&lt;br /&gt;Special Flower: Rose&lt;br /&gt;Best Hours: 11am-1pm&lt;br /&gt;Season: Summer&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope Colors: Orange, White, Yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Goat&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Graceful and optimistic, kind and easy going, would describe a Goat personality. They can also be petulant and discontented, likely to throw the towel in at the beginning of a problem. They can be charming without revealing their true feelings. The Goat is very talented and imaginative and can turn his hand to most creative pursuits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forecast for 2011&lt;/b&gt; The Year of the Rabbit starts off brilliantly for those Goats seeking employment or wanting a career change. By networking and keeping his ear to the ground, some exciting possibilities will come up. March, April and September are well-starred for work advancement and positive changes. The past couple of years have been challenging for the Goat and 2011 will be much more upbeat, positive and happy. There will be many chances over the year to make new friends and attend social outings – just what the Goat needs. The support and friendship of others will be very important to him this year and give him the encouragement and confidence he needs. The single Goat will find 2011 an excellent and thrilling year for romance and those who already have a partner may be thinking of taking it to a more serious level. February, August and September will most likely present opportunities for romantic encounters, but the whole year will bring happy social occasions. The Goat must look after his own health this year, ensuring that he is getting enough rest and relaxation. It’s going to be a busy year, in the nicest possible way, but it could also be a bit draining on his vitality. Financially, things are looking much brighter than in previous years and many Goats will have fun buying bits and pieces for their home or taking short trips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interesting Goat Facts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Stone: Emerald&lt;br /&gt;Special Flower: Larkspur&lt;br /&gt;Best Hours: 1-3 pm&lt;br /&gt;Season: Summer&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope Colors: Green, Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Monkey&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Monkey is playful, lively, fun and a quick thinker. They get bored very easily and find it hard to settle down to doing any one thing. The Monkey can also be vain and offhand. They are ambitious and usually very good with investing money. With their quick wit and wonderful sense of humour, they are a great party guest. The Monkey’s life will never be dull and predictable! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forecast for 2011&lt;/b&gt; The Monkey will find 2011 very much to his liking with plans and goals moving ahead smoothly and as anticipated. For Monkeys involved in creative work such as writing or art, this will be a particularly inspirational year and their work will be highly regarded. The Chinese Rabbit Year will offer some brilliant promotion opportunities and by being proactive and alert, the Monkey will reap the benefits. For those seeking work, attention to detail when applying for jobs will open up significant windows of opportunity. February, September and November should be outstanding months for their career. Friends and family will provide many happy and memorable occasions during 2011 and there may be one or two special celebrations. March to May and December will be very active socially for most Monkeys. For single Monkeys, there should be quite a few opportunities to meet someone special through outings with friends or at work. In addition, trips to art exhibitions, museums or other cultural venues will prove delightful for many Monkeys. The Chinese Year of the Rabbit would be an auspicious year for him to follow up on self improvement ideas he may have been considering for awhile. A fresh look at his fitness routine, diet and how he unwinds, could do him the world of good. 2011 will be the year for the Monkey to move forward, leaving any disappointments and regrets behind. It can be a most satisfying and enjoyable year for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interesting Monkey Facts:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Stone: Peridot&lt;br /&gt;Special Flower: Gladiola&lt;br /&gt;Best Hours: 3-5 pm&lt;br /&gt;Season: Summer&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope Colors: White, Violet, Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Rooster&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rooster is always popular, extravagant and creative. They can be brutally honest and generally like being showered with attention. They are wonderfully loyal friends and also give advice freely – whether they are asked for it or not! Family means the world to the Rooster and they are one of the most loyal signs in the Chinese zodiac. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forecast for 2011&lt;/b&gt; The Year of the Rabbit will be a much quieter year than 2010 for the Rooster. However, the Rooster will have to curb his natural exuberance and enthusiasm just a bit in 2011 and practice some patience and common sense. On the work front, it will be vital for the Rooster to work closely with his colleagues and practice his networking skills. This will stand to him during the months of March, April, November and December when unexpected developments happen . All the work he does now on the career front will pay dividends in 2012, the Chinese Year of the Dragon. The Rooster should also consider any opportunities he may have to study or for training. This would go extremely well for him and again benefit him greatly later on in the year. On the social and romantic side of life, this will be a much more settled and quiet year, which will be to many a Rooster’s liking. March, July and August look to be the most active on the social scene. A word of warning though – the Rooster must take care to temper his words with friends and not be too harsh. A quarrel or end of a close relationship could result. Financially, the Rooster may have a few home-related expenses this year with repairs, decorating and renovations. It would be wise to manage any project sensibly and shop around for the best deal; Chinese Rabbit years can be expensive for all signs. On the whole, 2011 looks like being a pleasurable and encouraging year for all Roosters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interesting Rooster Facts:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Stone: Citrine&lt;br /&gt;Special Flower: Aster&lt;br /&gt;Best Hours: 5-7 pm&lt;br /&gt;Season: Autumn&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope Colors: Orange, Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Dog&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dog is wonderfully hard worker, a perfectionist and someone who loves the small details. He is also a bit anti-social, pessimistic and stubborn. They are one of the most honest and trustworthy signs of the Chinese zodiac and will always go to bat for a worthy cause. The Dog is a fantastic listener and his advice is usually very intuitive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forecast for 2011&lt;/b&gt; The Chinese Year of the Rabbit has shining possibilities for all Dogs. The main emphasis will be on their personal life. If attached, the Dog will find their relationship grow and become much more meaningful on all levels. Single Dogs will be particularly lucky in finding someone very special. All social occasions will carry the possibility of meeting someone new, with April, June, August and December being the busiest months on their social calendar. Career-wise, the Dog will see the jobs expanding or promotional opportunities arising unexpectedly. It is crucial he discusses any worries or ideas with friends and family. Increased confidence and self-respect will garner the respect of work colleagues. The most favorable months on the work front are March and September to November. Seize the moment when it presents itself! Financially, the Dog can look forward to an improvement in his situation. This will allow him to indulge his hobbies and perhaps take a trip or two. In the Year of the Rabbit, the Dogs must guard against lost, delayed or incorrect documentation. Make doubly sure that everything is as it should be on all paperwork this year. The Dog will have a renewed interest in health, fitness and outdoor pursuits this year, which will greatly benefit his vitality and zest for life. If he can leave the past couple of challenging years behind him, 2011 will be a most gratifying and happy year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interesting Dog Facts:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Stone: Diamond&lt;br /&gt;Special Flower: Marigold&lt;br /&gt;Best Hours of the day 7-9 pm&lt;br /&gt;Season: Autumn &lt;br /&gt;Horoscope Colors: Silver and Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Pig&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Pig is an innocent, sweet and lovable personality. They can also be quite melancholy and over-sensitive. The Pig loves the company of others, and adores parties, gossip and chit chat. They are highly intelligent, but prefer to keep this side of their nature under wraps. The Pig does not care that much for money, but is one of the Chinese zodiac signs that is very lucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forecast for 2011&lt;/b&gt; The Pig loves to have fun and socialize with family and friends and on this front, the Year of the Rabbit will not disappoint him! He made not have been the life of the party recently, but in 2011 his social network will greatly increase with April, May, July and October being the most enjoyable months. Single Pigs could very well meet a romantic partner through a friend or at a family gathering. The Pig parties hard and works hard and in the Year of the Rabbit he will be bringing in the rewards for all his hard work. For any Pigs who wish to change jobs or who want to climb up the promotional ladder, there will be quite a few opportunities this year to do either. But they must act quickly, ensuring they have made all the right enquiries and connections. March, April and September will see work developments happen, but they must be ready to pounce at any time during the year. The Pig will be feeling good in 2011 and would like all manner of wonderful things to happen – all at once! He must learn to pace himself and go along with the more leisurely speed of the Rabbit year. Otherwise, he may burn himself out. Overall, 2011 will be a progressive and enjoyable time for all Pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interesting Pig Facts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Stone: Ruby&lt;br /&gt;Special Flower: Chrysanthemum&lt;br /&gt;Best Hours: 9-11 pm&lt;br /&gt;Season: Autumn&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope Colors: Purple, Red, White&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350107-8925000614045295861?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/8925000614045295861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2011/01/year-of-rabbit-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/8925000614045295861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/8925000614045295861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2011/01/year-of-rabbit-2011.html' title='Year of the Rabbit: 2011'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-2056132164101286390</id><published>2011-01-12T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T15:39:45.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TSyHeyWpQ-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fFx9Ur1Iybw/s1600/DSC04146b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TSyHeyWpQ-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fFx9Ur1Iybw/s320/DSC04146b.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; January 10 is my grandfather's birthday. We thought it would be the perfect date to have our family reunion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We had our pre-celebration on the 9th of January 2011. We went to a resort&amp;nbsp;in San Mateo, Rizal. We spent the whole day swimming, eating, picture taking, chatting and many more activities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We had our dinner at Yakimix in Greenbelt 3.&amp;nbsp;It seems so hard to part&amp;nbsp;ways after dinner as we had our picture taking at the Greenbelt park. As we said&amp;nbsp;our good-byes, we have in our mind that this is one of the best evening that we have. All families&amp;nbsp;are present. It was not an Agcaoili family nor Hatton family nor Galsim family nor Buraga family. We labeled ourselves as ABANA family as the gathering was done in honor to&amp;nbsp;my grandpa: Nicanor T. Abana Sr.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350107-2056132164101286390?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/2056132164101286390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2011/01/family-reunion.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/2056132164101286390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/2056132164101286390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2011/01/family-reunion.html' title='Family Reunion'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TSyHeyWpQ-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fFx9Ur1Iybw/s72-c/DSC04146b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-8297939237576111991</id><published>2011-01-06T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T00:27:19.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Together Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TSY0y41BGLI/AAAAAAAAABs/McdRsRlghKI/s1600/family.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TSY0y41BGLI/AAAAAAAAABs/McdRsRlghKI/s320/family.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; It was December of 2007 when I left for an onshore assignment in Switzerland. In March 2008, my sister Ann left for Canada. I returned to the Philippines in April 2008. My sister and I didnt get the chance to say good bye to each other personally.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp; In May 2009, my parents and I travelled to Bangkok in order for them to get a travel history. In February 2010,&amp;nbsp;we tried applying for a Canadian Visitor's visa so we can visit my sister and other relatives. My parents were denied of the visa and I know it broke their hearts because they would not be able to see my sister. Since I was the only one who was issued the visa, I went to Canada to visit my sister. After more than a year I saw her and I realized how much I miss my little sister. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp; December 2010, the family on my mother side decided to have a family reunion. My sister was not supposed to be home as her residency visa is not yet issued not to mention the cost. But I guess, God found ways to make it happen so she can spend the holidays with us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The last picture we took as family was years ago. And thank God we were able to have one again on New Year's Eve... We are together again as a Family. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TSyESLzwqWI/AAAAAAAAABw/BFk24IGdxgY/s1600/with+siblings.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TSyESLzwqWI/AAAAAAAAABw/BFk24IGdxgY/s320/with+siblings.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350107-8297939237576111991?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/8297939237576111991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2011/01/together-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/8297939237576111991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/8297939237576111991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2011/01/together-again.html' title='Together Again'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TSY0y41BGLI/AAAAAAAAABs/McdRsRlghKI/s72-c/family.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-527185533910103843</id><published>2010-12-30T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T16:36:03.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Relationship starts in Friendship</title><content type='html'>December 29, 2010 at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, i went to witness a bond of commitment my two friends made. It was a joy to see two people standing before the man of cloth saying each other's vows. Their love story was not one of those typical friends became lover stories. It was a relationship no one among our peers ever thought would blossom to more than just friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ferds and Gina are my teammates in Metavante. Their relationship started as boss-subordinate. Gina being the lead and Ferds as the subordinate. When Ferds was transferred to UBS project, Gina stayed with Metavante. After a year, Gina was also transferred to UBS. I got the same fate as they from Metavante to UBS. I saw how close they've become. And Gina having a boyfriend that time, I never noticed the different closeness they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   When we all are back in Manila from our onshore assignment in Zurich, I never saw them together as a couple maybe because we were assign to different projects and buildings. I just hear gossips about them being a couple but got no confirmation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And now, they are married. As I look at them having their first dance as a couple. I could not help but wish that I get to marry someone who has been my friend. Because you dont need to impress a friend. All you have to do is be yourself. And when love has blossom in both your hearts, it would be the best thing in the world. Coz both loved each other for who and what they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350107-527185533910103843?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/527185533910103843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2010/12/best-relationship-starts-in-friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/527185533910103843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/527185533910103843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2010/12/best-relationship-starts-in-friendship.html' title='The Best Relationship starts in Friendship'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-4203926419613619428</id><published>2010-12-23T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T23:14:18.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the spirit of EDSA</title><content type='html'>The article below has been created by me last February 2010:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February is the month we celebrate the success of the EDSA Revolution. It was a revolution that put the Philippines in world history for having a bloodless revolution. Many years ago, a story about the French Revolution was written by Victor Hugo. This story was then made into a musical play: Les Miserables. One of the songs captured my interest; it spoke of what our brave men must have felt... DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you hear the people sing, singing the song of angry men?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is the music of the people who will not be slaves again!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drums,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is a life about to start when tomorrow comes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Filipinos got fed up with the Marcos' regime. They have shouted: "TAMA NA! SOBRA NA!" The cry for democracy was deafening as each and everyone stood and let their voices be heard. These voices led to the exile of the late former President Ferdinand Marcos and the election of Corazon Aquino to the presidency. From that moment, the Filipinos who were hungry for freedom has seen the rainbow after 20 years of continuous rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you join in our crusade?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who will be strong and stand with me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Beyond the barricade is there a world we long to see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Then join in the fight that will lead you the right to be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A barricade has been built to symbolize the division of the people crying for change and of the people who wanted to stay in power. But beyond the barricade or barbed wires, tanks and guns are the people armed with rosaries and prayers. They stood strong and united in their crusade for peace and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you give all you can give so that our banner will advance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Some will fall and some will live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Will you stand up and take a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The blood of the Martyrs will water the rivers of France.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;EDSA Revolution happenned 24 years ago, what have we contributed to keep the democracy? What have we done to preserve the EDSA Spirit? Are we going to waste the sweat and blood of these brave men and women who fought for us? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellow Filipinos, it is time to wake up(again) from our slumber, to rise above these corruptions and politics. It is time to stand up and take a chance to make a difference! Let us repay our heroes by  making the Philippines a better place to live in for our children and our children's children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350107-4203926419613619428?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/4203926419613619428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-spirit-of-edsa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/4203926419613619428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/4203926419613619428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-spirit-of-edsa.html' title='In the spirit of EDSA'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-1645551747490247048</id><published>2010-12-22T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T21:50:24.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Do you believe that Angels exist?”,  I was once asked&lt;br /&gt;And I replied, “ They do exist, I believe&lt;br /&gt;But to prove it’s existence is a difficult task&lt;br /&gt;Because on earth I don’t think they live”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels I know have wings&lt;br /&gt;With robe so white and clean&lt;br /&gt;But how wrong I am with things&lt;br /&gt;Because I met one without wings and who is lean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man who is intelligent&lt;br /&gt;A man so kind and tall&lt;br /&gt;A man who is patient&lt;br /&gt;A man with no vices at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart he is so dear&lt;br /&gt;As he advices for what is good&lt;br /&gt;Coz his intentions are clear&lt;br /&gt;Even on my food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels guide you to what is right&lt;br /&gt;With a heart as pure as dove&lt;br /&gt;This man make my day so bright&lt;br /&gt;Angel Udit my heart so love.&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/11350107-1645551747490247048?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/1645551747490247048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-angel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/1645551747490247048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/1645551747490247048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-angel.html' title='My Angel'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-4422392760119210150</id><published>2010-12-22T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T21:44:19.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back</title><content type='html'>After more than 3 years, I now found a new inspiration to write. Thanks to these wonderful people who believed in my talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this is my blog, you guys bear with it :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350107-4422392760119210150?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/4422392760119210150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/4422392760119210150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/4422392760119210150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-back.html' title='I am back'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-117345123379183461</id><published>2007-03-09T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T22:43:53.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distress Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What a week it was for me. I came in to work on the first and last day of the working week. Where was I on the middle days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I was home, trying to recover from  a sickness I thought I'd die with.  It was the first time I had encountered something like that. Me getting sick with a simple stomacheache which turns out to be acid eagerly bursting out of my system. I went to the doctor a days worth of anal and oral emission of particles from my body. The doctor said it may be because of ecolai or amoebiasis but since I was pretty sure what i took inside my body prior this situation were safe, the doctor thought it might be because of stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Whoa! Stress causing hyperacids forming in the lining of the stomach leading to LBM and nausea? This is something new. And after the lab test, it was confirm that it was acid not bacteria that cause my sickness. And as for the stress? It was also confirm when i had my girl thing just barely two weeks after i had my last cycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But what is more stressful is the cost of medicine to make you well... hahaha... i guess it will make me sicker to think of the cost of getting cured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/11350107-117345123379183461?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/117345123379183461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2007/03/distress-call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/117345123379183461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/117345123379183461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2007/03/distress-call.html' title='Distress Call'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-117308881651875695</id><published>2007-03-05T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T18:18:33.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As usual, during the weekend, you'll hear me singing my lungs out to tunes i can barely reach the tone. Hahaha! Nevermind the frowns i get from my family, neither do i mind what our neighbors will say when they hear me sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, there was this song that struck me most:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm still been searching and long have I waited &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for someone to like me as me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To love with; to cry with; to be just beside with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A friend, that who i need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need someone whom you can be comfortable with. Someone whom you can bear your heart out. Someone whom you can share your joys, your pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To fight with, make up with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To know that you need them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Believing that they need you too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To walk hand in hand with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To argue, To talk with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A friend that's who i need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we end up arguing with our friends but at the end of the day, you still remain friends. And your need for each other is because you both love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And even though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I make mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And never do anything right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A smile, a hug can change all that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And everything will be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When your at your lowest, a shoulder to cry on is the best a friend can ever give. A squeeze of assurance from someone who believes in you means a lot to boost your confidence and morale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Someone who shares all my dreams and ambition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For someone to like me as me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I need this person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Someone to rely on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A friend that's who I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why do two people become close friends? For they share common interests, they may not have the same priorities but they share and encourage each other to reach their dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was singing this song, I came to realize the saying that the best relationship starts with being friends. It's a perfect set-up. Both of you will know each other without pretensions. You accept each other's flaws and imperfections. You both are comfortable in each other's skin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being in a relationship of being more than friends, we tend to forget the feeling of being friends with each other because of the intimacy. That is why some relationship that didnt start as friends doesnt last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sad to say, that sometimes only one falls for the other. It would have been better if both feels the same way. But when both does, they are afraid to ruin the friendship. Foolish thoughts! Now, I know why i had fallen... What i really need was a FRIEND.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350107-117308881651875695?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/117308881651875695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2007/03/friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/117308881651875695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/117308881651875695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2007/03/friend.html' title='A friend'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-116653312379748818</id><published>2006-12-19T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T20:58:44.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!</title><content type='html'>It was more than a year since i last posted anything on this site. Probably because I was too busy or it was more of the reason that i am not inspired to write anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me so much longer to get back into writing. No creative ideas pop into my mind.  I'll find time to write one of these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350107-116653312379748818?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/116653312379748818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2006/12/whew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/116653312379748818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/116653312379748818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2006/12/whew.html' title='Whew!'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-113174725181546990</id><published>2005-11-12T06:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T06:23:03.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just thought so</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2780/917/1600/piglet%20in%20love.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2780/917/320/piglet%20in%20love.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I was in love (or thought so) not only once but a countless times. I would give extra care and attention to that person I am in loved with (or thought I am in love with). Right now, I am in a confused state of my mind. I believe I am in love with him. But what hurts is he can not reciprocate the care and attention I give. Most of the times, he would take me for granted. What's frustrating is he has no idea what his actions do to me. He says sorry but I wont hear the sincerity in it. For me, his sorry was to make me not angry of his actions. I sometimes would want to ask if he gets tired of my tantrums. But I have no courage to hear what his answers would be so I dont dare ask. I wish it's easier. I wish he'd make it easier for me. Loving him unconditionally proves to be more challenging than I anticipated. I hope I dont get tired of loving him. What I am afraid of is my love would not be enough to wait for him to love me back. I wish the day would never come when he learns to love me the way I do but I am no longer there because I am with someone else who could love me the way I had loved him. &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/11350107-113174725181546990?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/113174725181546990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-just-thought-so.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/113174725181546990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/113174725181546990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-just-thought-so.html' title='I Just thought so'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-112995993916829260</id><published>2005-10-22T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T07:14:51.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Paradoxical outlook of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone forwarded me this message. I just want to share:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;The paradox of our time in history is that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we have taller buildings &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but shorter tempers,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We spend more, but have less, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we buy more,but enjoy less.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We have bigger houses and smaller families,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;more conveniences, but less time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We have more degrees but less sense, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;more knowledge, but less judgment,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;more experts, yet more problems, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;more medicine, but less wellness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We drink too much, smoke too much, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;spend too recklessly, laugh too little,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;drive too fast, get too angry, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stay up too late, get up too tired,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;read too little, watch TV too much, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and pray too seldom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We have multiplied our possessions, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but reduced our values.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We talk too much, love too seldom,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and hate to ooften.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've learned how to make a living, but not a life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've added years to life not life to years.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've been all the way to the moon and back,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but have trouble crossing the street to meet anew neighbor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We conquered outer space but not inner space.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've done larger things, but not better things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We write more, but learn less.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We plan more, but accomplish less.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've learned to rush, but not to wait.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We build more computers to hold more information, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to produce more copies than ever,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but we communicate less and less.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are the times of fast foods and slowdigestion, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;big men and small character,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;steep profits and shallow relationships.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fancier houses, but broken homes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;throw away morality, one night stands,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;overweightbodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, tokill.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A time when technology can bring this letter to you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember, spend some time with your loved ones, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because they are not going to be around forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember, say a kind word to someone wholooks up to you in awe, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but most of all mean it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give time to love, give time to speak,and give time to share the precious thoughts inyour mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-George Carlin -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/11350107-112995993916829260?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/112995993916829260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/10/paradoxical-outlook-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112995993916829260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112995993916829260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/10/paradoxical-outlook-of-life.html' title='The Paradoxical outlook of life'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-112872186662287725</id><published>2005-10-08T05:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T06:40:45.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ThE aRt Of LeTtInG gO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return. But what is more painful is to love someone and never found the courage to let that person know how you feel. It takes a lot of risks, takes a lot of effort to let the other person know. Giving love to that person is not an assurance that he'll love you in return. Just wait if it grows in his heart, if it does not just be content that it grows in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I cant help but wish that somewhere in your heart you could find a place for me. Somewhere in your heart I wont care where it could be. A tiny little corner may not mean much to you but that tiny corner is all I ever wish for from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love was not finding the right person but creating the right relationship. What matters most is not how much love was there at the beginning but how much love you can build. How can love be built if I have chosen to love you in silence for in silence I wont find any rejection. It is also my choice to adore you in my loneliness for in my loneliness, no one owns you but me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admiring you is really hard to do because you never seem to love me the way I do. It's been quite sometime since we've known each other and by the looks of it, it's nonsense to continue loving you. The funny things is how do I say good bye to you when I never had you? Why do dreams fall for you whom I fell for but who never was mine? Why do I miss you when I never was with you? But most importantly is why do I love you when your love is not for me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letting you go is hard but to hold on and wait and wish that you'll eventually feel the same is harder.. Giving you up does not mean I am weak, it means I am strong enough to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;wsh zsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350107-112872186662287725?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/112872186662287725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/10/art-of-letting-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112872186662287725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112872186662287725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/10/art-of-letting-go.html' title='ThE aRt Of LeTtInG gO'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-112750729251174514</id><published>2005-09-24T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T04:57:53.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemmas of the Heart; Confusion of the mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Families and friends would usually give us advice that we should let our mind rule our heart. But it's confusing and complicated! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For one, when we decide on taking risks about work related stuff, what do we usually do? Follow our instinct, right? Instinct is based on the intellectual experiences we have had in the past that would help us decide on the risks we are taking. We used our brain instead of being emotional on it. This is just one of the many things that we could say that we should really be rationale about things. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But what if we talked about Love? Are we to be rational or be irrational? Are we to listen to our hearts or follow our instincts?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love.. it's an entity which is confusing, hard to decipher, painful, mysterious and unfathomable but exciting, blissful and full of life as well. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought it would be as easy as reciting my ABCs or counting 1 to 3. I thought with a snap of a finger everything would be solved. I didn't realize it's harder as it may seem until I had fallen. Fallen to the pit I unintentionally dig into. I am now in a dilemma on whether to pursue and risks everything. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am in love but the person i had fallen in love with does not realize it. For him, I am just one of the his girl pal. Ouch? Yes and no. Yes, it does hurt because I never was and never will be the girl of his dreams. No, because he can always be his true self to me for there is no need to impress me. My other friends who knows have been telling me to listen to my heart but what he does tell me is to listen to what's on my mind. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mind is doing a complex algorithm just weighing the pros and the cons of having him know that I love him more than a friend. I am seeing equations like e-mc2 and sine-cosine plus the pythagorean theorem all floating in my mind. It's a tedious process which makes my head ache.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart goes ballistic! All it does is throb and pumps blood into my body. Just hearing his name and voice would make heart burst with so much emotion. Uncomplicated, right? Why should it be? My heart does not think, it can only feel. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I feel is what's complicated.. I wish there's an easier way out or a fastest way to get into it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350107-112750729251174514?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/112750729251174514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/09/dilemmas-of-heart-confusion-of-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112750729251174514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112750729251174514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/09/dilemmas-of-heart-confusion-of-mind.html' title='Dilemmas of the Heart; Confusion of the mind'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-112786183284381297</id><published>2005-09-23T06:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T06:57:12.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today would be a milestone for me. I join the team (manila delegates) in singing "I will survive" in front of a big crowd. The crowd composed of clients and of a different race than mine. It's something new.. It is a first for me&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/11350107-112786183284381297?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/112786183284381297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-experience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112786183284381297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112786183284381297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-experience.html' title='A new experience'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-112723936147138802</id><published>2005-09-20T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T05:36:59.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sometimes I wish life will always be a bed of roses. Sometimes I wish love is as easy as how you spell it. Sometimes I wish earth is just like heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch this movie: Just like Heaven, and I wondered if I would ever find the same kind of guy. He's sweet, unselfishing, caring and most of all loving. What a lovable and idealistic this kind of man is. I now wonder if in real life we find someone who we can have our earth life just like heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends I was with in the movie said she would like to be in coma just like the lead actress to find a guy like the lead actor. After some reflection, I also thought I would like to be in the same shoes if and only if I have the assurance that I'll find the right guy for me. My soul would go searching for the one and in the end, we'll live happily ever after... Nah! That stuffs are made for fairy tales, in reality it sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I sounding bitter? I guess I am but being skeptic does not mean you're bitter. I just want to be in touch with reality... that reality may either be Just like Hell or Just like Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350107-112723936147138802?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/112723936147138802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-like-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112723936147138802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112723936147138802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-like-heaven.html' title='Just like heaven'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-112684463878999732</id><published>2005-09-16T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T12:23:58.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanted to write something eye-catching that would end in a bang. But it seems i get no inspiration from inside of me. I am in an emotional turmoil. Part happy, part sad, part unknown even to myself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A lot of questions are running through my head. The what-if's, the pros and the cons, the effects and consquences. But sometimes I feel i am about to explode like a dormant volcano. My emotions would be like the lava too hot and too free-flowing to handle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope someday I get to be enlightened. I hope i'll woke up from this sweetest dream I had and be back to reality.&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/11350107-112684463878999732?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/112684463878999732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/09/free-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112684463878999732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112684463878999732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/09/free-thoughts.html' title='Free thoughts'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-112511036621700886</id><published>2005-08-22T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T10:39:26.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another chance in life</title><content type='html'>Today We had been in a vehicular accident. I just want to thank God that despite us being in collision with other cars, we havent gotten any bruises from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350107-112511036621700886?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/112511036621700886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/08/another-chance-in-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112511036621700886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112511036621700886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/08/another-chance-in-life.html' title='Another chance in life'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-112448721984252806</id><published>2005-08-20T05:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T05:36:48.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Own</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;There is one song from the broadway musical Les Miserables that I really like. As a matter of fact, I can relate to that song this very moment. I'd like to share it with you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On my own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretending he's beside me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walked with him 'til morning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel his arms around me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when I lose my way I close my eyes and he has found me&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;In the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The pavement shines like silver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the lights are misty in the river&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the darkness the trees are full of starlight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all I see is him and me forever and forever&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;And I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's only in my mind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I'm talking to myself and not to him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And although I know that he is blind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still I say t&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;here's a way for us&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;I love him &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when the night is over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is gone the river is just a river&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without him the world around me changes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The trees are bare and everywhere the streets are full of strangers&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;I love him &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But everyday I'm learning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've only been pretending&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without me his world would go on turning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The world is full of happiness that I have never known&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;I love him.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love him..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love him... but only on my own.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/11350107-112448721984252806?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/112448721984252806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/08/on-my-own.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112448721984252806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112448721984252806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/08/on-my-own.html' title='On My Own'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-112446442755932259</id><published>2005-08-19T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T05:37:20.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I hate in you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate a lot of things about you.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you are sweet and then you get cold.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you are fun and then get serious.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you smile and then frown.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you are there for me and then leave me hanging.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you share your secrets but then keep some secrets.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you make me feel jealous yet i pushed you to find the right girl.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when i get so possessive of you because i thought i know you better.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you hurt me but still i forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you when I am so selfish coz i wanted your full attention.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you when I can't express my feelings towards you coz you may take it the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you when you dont feel how special and important you are to me.&lt;br /&gt;But I hate you most when despite that I hate a lot of things in you, i care and love you.&lt;br /&gt;Though knowing you wont reciprocate the same affection, still i continue to love what i hate about you.&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/11350107-112446442755932259?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/112446442755932259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/08/things-i-hate-in-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112446442755932259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112446442755932259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/08/things-i-hate-in-you.html' title='Things I hate in you'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-112440399470160807</id><published>2005-08-19T06:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T23:17:46.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panic Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I attended a meeting with the client a few hours back. And guess what, I had heard the greatest news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A few of the client resents the idea of having to work with us. They are unwilling to share whatever knowledge they have. I feel pressured and panicked upon knowing that the project i am working on requires a skill i dont have. Now, i cancelled attending a send-off party for a previous team mate and opted to go to the bookstore to buy a book. Hopefully i can learn as much as i can with a short span of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/11350107-112440399470160807?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/112440399470160807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/08/panic-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112440399470160807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112440399470160807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/08/panic-room.html' title='Panic Room'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-112431544329423782</id><published>2005-08-18T05:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T05:50:43.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Beauty</title><content type='html'>It's been 5 days since I left the Philippines. I still feel the effect of the jetlag. I still feel sleepy and drowsy during the afternoons. My body has not yet adapted the time difference. It's a bit embarrassing because sometimes I catch myself drooping to slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope by next week, i am revived and this jetlag has been overcomed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350107-112431544329423782?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/112431544329423782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/08/sleeping-beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112431544329423782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112431544329423782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/08/sleeping-beauty.html' title='Sleeping Beauty'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-112421483025663472</id><published>2005-08-16T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T06:35:54.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishful Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2780/917/1600/ILOVEYOU13.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2780/917/400/ILOVEYOU13.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Sometimes I do hope&lt;br /&gt;That to the truth I can cope&lt;br /&gt;Really wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;But a lot is on my way&lt;br /&gt;Emotions are at stake&lt;br /&gt;Consequences I cant take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder&lt;br /&gt;If feelings can grow more fonder&lt;br /&gt;Not only on my side&lt;br /&gt;But with that person beside&lt;br /&gt;Unsure if that person knows not&lt;br /&gt;That I fell and went nut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish for you to see&lt;br /&gt;That things are not as it used to be&lt;br /&gt;Changes continuously have been made&lt;br /&gt;Good bye I would like to bade&lt;br /&gt;To a friendship that is so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Just to have a life with you so full&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/11350107-112421483025663472?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/112421483025663472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/08/wishful-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112421483025663472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112421483025663472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/08/wishful-thinking.html' title='Wishful Thinking'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-112421877440953819</id><published>2005-08-13T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T02:59:34.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a jet plane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;In a few hours I will be boarding the plane for Milwaukee. I am leaving with a heavy heart not only because of the family i'll leave behind but also the friends I learned to love. This will be the longest time i'll be far away from home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;I would have been happier if my friend had push through with his idea to see me off. I would have felt important that he took a lot of effort just to say good bye. I guess it would have been an awkward situation for the both of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;A few hours and counting, I just finished packing my stuffs. I have 3 luggages to bring plus 1 small bag for my passport and ticket. I think I'll catch a few hours sleep... 'Til then.. good night to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350107-112421877440953819?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/112421877440953819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/08/leaving-on-jet-plane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112421877440953819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112421877440953819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/08/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving on a jet plane'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-112351833803551305</id><published>2005-08-09T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T02:48:52.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I just felt like writing nothing. Just so to have an entry for this day, I am writing something incomprehensible even for me as the writer. I guess I can't collect my thoughts right at the moment. Something must be bothering me. I now notice that I dont really have a subject to begin with. Oh well, life's like that. Sometimes you yourself sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350107-112351833803551305?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/112351833803551305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/08/nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112351833803551305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112351833803551305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/08/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-112347907526444356</id><published>2005-08-08T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T16:14:47.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Cupid meets Stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2780/917/1600/cupid-3t1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" height="80" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2780/917/320/cupid-3t1.jpg" width="77" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday, I have had my hair cut and treated. The beautician gave me a &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2780/917/1600/cupid-3t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;magazine to read while awaiting my hair treatment to be finished. I saw one article that made my interest sky-high. It was entitled When Cupid meets Stupid......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular day, I was the stupid that cupid had met. Why i said that? Well, Cupid may have hit his arrows wrongly at me and yet I was foolish enough to ask someone one stupid question. A question that might cast a doubt over the comfortable friendship we have. How I wish I could take those questions back. Talk about being tactless and a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend once showed me this message. For whatever reason I'd like to post it:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't be too sweet coz I might miss you&lt;br /&gt;Don't be too good coz I might care for you &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2780/917/1600/cupid-3t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be too caring coz I might fall for you....&lt;br /&gt;It would be hard for me to fall if you won't love me after all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350107-112347907526444356?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/112347907526444356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/08/when-cupid-meets-stupid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112347907526444356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112347907526444356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/08/when-cupid-meets-stupid.html' title='When Cupid meets Stupid'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-112244384877469079</id><published>2005-07-27T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T13:57:28.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Totoy Bibo</title><content type='html'>Minsan sa aking buhay ako'y may nakilalang nilalang. Isang nilalang na kung sa anong kadahilanan ay hindi ko maipaliwanag ang kanyang pagkatao. Itatago ko na lang sa pangalang TOTOY BIBO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakilala ko si Totoy Bibo sa isang lugar na ako at ang ibang taong nakakakilala sa kanya ang may alam. Naging kaibigan ko sya ngunit hindi yung matatawag na "close friend". Sa umpisa nakakatuwa at nakakatamba ng puso kung iyong iisipin na ipinagkakatiwala ni Totoy Bibo ang kanyang mga problema, sekreto, mga saloobin. Ngunit habang tumatagal nakakairita lalo na kung paulit ulit na lang. At lalong nakakainis kapag may halong kayabangan ang kanyang binbitawang salita. Tingin kasi nya sobrang galing nya (kaya nga bibo d ba?). Pero kung tutuusin puro hangin lang naman. Haaay.. sana naman matauhan sya. Sana naman magkaroon na ako ng lakas ng loob na semplangin sya. Pero pag d sya tumigil bibingo na talaga sya sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ang magiging wakas ni Totoy Bibo? Sa ngayon hindi ko pa alam.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350107-112244384877469079?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/112244384877469079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/07/totoy-bibo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112244384877469079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112244384877469079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/07/totoy-bibo.html' title='Totoy Bibo'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-112236434566276221</id><published>2005-07-26T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T11:34:28.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From A special person</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why would I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tolerate your Kakulitan&lt;br /&gt;             take those demeaning hawak sa ulo&lt;br /&gt;             listen to the excruciating loudness of your halakhak&lt;br /&gt;             pretend to be numb from your ticklings&lt;br /&gt;             and not to be annoyed by your disruptions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Coz I would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rather be smiling and be demented than just to be busy working.&lt;br /&gt;           And lastly medyo sensitive and sweet ka din kahit ganayan ka….&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/11350107-112236434566276221?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/112236434566276221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/07/from-special-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112236434566276221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112236434566276221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/07/from-special-person.html' title='From A special person'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-112197498451856305</id><published>2005-07-22T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T03:55:26.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Team or not to Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2780/917/1600/IMG_1419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2780/917/320/IMG_1419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;With no prelude or preamble to say, I would like to commend the Trust Team for a job well-done. It was a pleasure working with all of you. No matter how hectic the schedules and deadlines, the fun of working was not taken away because of the people within the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the short time spent on this short-term project. Be seeing you all around. Hopefully, once more our path will cross. Good luck to each of us and God bless us all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350107-112197498451856305?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/112197498451856305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/07/to-team-or-not-to-team.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112197498451856305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112197498451856305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/07/to-team-or-not-to-team.html' title='To Team or not to Team'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-112196676370237330</id><published>2005-07-22T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T19:13:20.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A special person</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Usually we do get attach to a certain object or person. When this object or person is taken away from us, it feel that somehow a part of you has been taken away too. This feeling often occurs if a significant impact has been made by our object of attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first day that I reported back to work after coming in from Milwaukee. I never had any inclination of what is to come or what is to happen on that day. It never occurred to me that I would likely meet someone who would somehow occupy a special place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hardly had anything to say to each other except HI and HELLO when we were introduced. But as the days pass, as our bickerings and teasings became constant, we became close friends. Going to the office everyday is an fun-filled adventure. Not a day would pass without me having to tease him about being the source of the solar system. Not a day would also pass without him retaliating by drawing a picture of Babe or any other stuffs he may think just to exact revenge for the wrongdoings I have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given that, he is careful as to not go overboard like disrespect or rude or even offend a girl. That quality of him I do admire most. With all the harrassment I may have done with him, he remained a sweet source of enlightenment to me. To this special person...... Thank you for the Piglet......&lt;/strong&gt;&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/11350107-112196676370237330?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/112196676370237330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/07/special-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112196676370237330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/112196676370237330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/07/special-person.html' title='A special person'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-111658894410417929</id><published>2005-05-20T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T19:35:44.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mabuhay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mabuhay! ... A word of welcome in the Philippines. After having stayed in the US for 2 months, I now hear the familiar jargon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mabuhay! How lovely it is to hear. How welcome and reassuring the feeling is among your own people. How truly at home I am now for being where I belong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mabuhay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350107-111658894410417929?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111658894410417929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/05/mabuhay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/111658894410417929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/111658894410417929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/05/mabuhay.html' title='Mabuhay!'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-111531829910130983</id><published>2005-05-06T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T02:38:19.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been in a situation where you were happy but at the same time sad? How about excited for that day to come but dreading it to come? What is the term...Ironic or paradoxic? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now, I am excited, elated, truly happy to go home and see my family after 2 months in exile. Don't get me wrong.. exiled in a sense that I was sent away from home. But I also feel sad, i dread to see my last day from exile to come. I wanted to stay more but I also wanted to go home. I wanted to see a lot more from country of dreams (USA) but I miss my homeland (Philippines).  I seem so timid and shy around my co-workers but I enjoyed their company and frankness and cool attitude. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is something more I would like to write about how I feel but I seem not able to find the words that can encompass how I truly feel. I am enamored of this country (USA) for the fulfillment of my dreams but I must get back to reality. The reality to go back to where I truly belong...&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/11350107-111531829910130983?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111531829910130983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/05/mixed-emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/111531829910130983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/111531829910130983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/05/mixed-emotions.html' title='Mixed Emotions'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-111461963800030965</id><published>2005-04-28T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T00:34:08.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop-aholic, work-aholic, alcoholic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happiness doesnt last forever. We sometime feel lonely, depress and in despair. What do we do to overcome this? We dont go to psychiatrists for a therapy but sort to other extra curricular stuffs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am reminded of a movie I once watched (I have forgotten what film that was. Oh well, Philippine movies have the same theme anyway that you would not know the difference). The lead character or the movie was in grievance over the death of his wife and child. The actor drowned himself to too much liquor to help him forget the pain. Well, I tried doing that one time I got broken hearted but it didnt help much. It even added to the pain you are feeling. Aside from the heartache you get a headache from the hang-over. Who wants additional pain? This is not a good resort to cure the negative state of bliss.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a friend who wallows herself with too much work to help forget. Duh?! Forget what? That she has other aspect of her human form aside from the physical and emotional aspect. She should also balance it with her intecllectual, social, moral and spiritual aspect. We tend to take ourselve for granted by making our whole being incomplete when we focus on one aspect of our life. Being workaholic isn't healthy. It makes our brain drain even before we reach the age where alzheimers could be acceptable for our age. It also makes us a loner because we are creating our own realm, a bubble that no one else can prick to get into. Besides that if you are being paid a minimum wage, who on earth would be stupid enough to work so hard for a meager income but if you are aiming for something, well being workaholic is another story.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shopping is a good theraphy. I saw this on one of the shirts being sold at the Mall of America in Minneapolis. I was thinking of buying it and flashing it to friends who comments on the way I shop. I love to shop (of course when I have the monetary funds), most girls do. Shopping isn't only a theraphy for depression, it also serves as an outlet whenever you are stressed out from too much work. It also is another form of exercise because you walk to and fro looking for something nice on you. It also makes you sociable by just asking the saleslady for a size makes you interact with people. Your heart pulpitates, adrenalin rushes in which makes you excited and flush. It makes you worry as well specially if you are over your credit card's limit. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh well, where is this narrative getting at? I don't know. Probably just an effect of too much work which makes me in despair and utterly desperate. Plus the fact that I am stressed out because of the pressure. Hmmm.. I might as well try to be all of the above.&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/11350107-111461963800030965?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111461963800030965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/04/shop-aholic-work-aholic-alcoholic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/111461963800030965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/111461963800030965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/04/shop-aholic-work-aholic-alcoholic.html' title='Shop-aholic, work-aholic, alcoholic'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-111332000052931835</id><published>2005-04-12T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T11:43:12.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear Factor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fear Factor! I am sure you guys are familiar with this TV show. You'll see couples, male, female, beauty queens, moms, dads, etc. competing for 50 grand... read as 50,000 US dollars. Wow! Big money specially for people who live in the third world as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you win the 50 grand? You have to do all the challenges not only finish it but have the best time to finish the task. You eat cockroaches, hang on helicopters, eat worms, drink stuffs worth vomitting, and other gross things to do. But, people will still try to do it for the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our own way, we have our own fear factor. We may not be on TV doing dangerous stunts or eating nauseous stuffs or be paid a big sum of money but we get what our fear factor is worth. Why do I say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fear factor arena is in Milwaukee. The challenge will last almost 2 months. I may say I have almost overcome some of my fears. First challenge: Trust.. the project i am working is on trust accounts but is there trust among the workers? Second challenge: Work relationship... as I say is there trust among us? Third challenge: Expectation... oh, expectation stuffs, i can hear my manager say he didnt set the expectation right for me. Fourth challenge: Readiness... My manager says I am not yet ready for the task.... but why didnt he send me here in the first place? Ironic, right? Fifth challenge: Prove my worth... among all, this is the hardest. I have to combine all other challenges to be able to prove myself worthy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The prize for the challenge? Experience, heartache, headache and a small sum of money just enough for 2 month's survival. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh well, one thing I've learned from this is: there's no easy way to become the best. Hard work would bring you to the ladder of success.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/11350107-111332000052931835?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111332000052931835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/04/fear-factor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/111332000052931835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/111332000052931835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/04/fear-factor.html' title='Fear Factor'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-111151510910794189</id><published>2005-03-23T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T01:31:01.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa Piling ng mga Dayuhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako ngayon ay nasa ibang bayan. Sa isang bayan na ako ang dayuhan, ako ay isa lamang sampit sa kanilang lugar. Nakakatuwang isipin ang aking naramdaman noong nalaman ko na ako'y ipapadala ng aming kumpanya sa bansang hindi lamang ako ang nagmimithing makarating kundi maging ang iba.&lt;br /&gt;Enero ng taong kasalukuyan ng aking malaman ang desisyon ng aking boss. Natuwa ako, excited pa nga e. Wala pang kasiguraduhan ang aking pag-alis, ako'y namili na ng mga gamit na aking dadalhin. Wow! Sosyal na ang dating ko. Pero pagkaraan ng ilang araw, nalulungkot ako. Homesick ika nga. Aking naalala hindi lamang ang init ng klima sa pilipinas kundi maging ang init ng pagmamahal sa piling ng aking pamilya.&lt;br /&gt;Ganito pala ang pakiramdam ng mga OFW na nakikita ko noon sa airport. Nagtrabaho ako noon sa airport. Akala ko OA kung iisipin na mag-iiyakan ang pamilya sa paglisan ng isang kapamilya. Kung tutuusin kagustuhan naman yun ng aalis. Pinili nya iyon, desisyon na iyon kaya panindigan nya. Ngayon alam ko na. Gustuhin mo man, malulungkot ka pa rin. Gustuhin mo man, mapapaisip ka kung tama ba na lumisan ka.&lt;br /&gt;Ang tao nga nman. Pero sa totoo lang, mas mahal ko na ngayon ang bansang Pilipinas hindi lamang sa init ng klima kundi dahil sa pamilyang naiwan&lt;/strong&gt;&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/11350107-111151510910794189?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111151510910794189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/03/sa-piling-ng-mga-dayuhan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/111151510910794189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/111151510910794189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/03/sa-piling-ng-mga-dayuhan.html' title='Sa Piling ng mga Dayuhan'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-111045675559965029</id><published>2005-03-10T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T04:02:07.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mga tanong ng buhay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sa araw-araw ng buhay ko, lagi akong napapaisip at nagtatanong ng mga tanong na mahirap o kadalasa’y walang sagot. Paano nga, wala din naman akong mapapagtanungan kasi sigurado akong di rin masasagot ng taong pagtatanungan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naisip nyo na ba kung bakit sa mundong ito, may mahirap at may mayaman? Kung bakit may pangit at may maganda? Bakit may matalino at may bobo? Hindi ba sabi nga nila lahat ng tao ay pantay-pantay? Pantay bang masasabi na si Juan dela Cruz ay halos magkandakuba sa kakatrabaho upang makakain ng tatlong beses sa isang araw samantalang si Uncle Sam naman ay nag-eenjoy sa kaka-gimik at hindi inaalintana ang perang winawaldas? Papano naman si Maria Magdalena na nagtratrabaho sa opisina at pag-uwi sa gabi aasikasuhin ang pangangailangan ng pamilya habang si Curly Sue ay nasa parlor nagpapaganda at pag-uwi sa bahay may mga katulong at yaya na aasikaso sa kanilang pangangailangan? Napapaisip ko na rin kayo ano? Kung hindi pa, siguro manhid ka at walang pakialam sa nangyayari sa kapaligiran mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaring sa mundong ito, hindi tayo pantay sa estado sa buhay. Maaring ang tinutukoy nila na pamatayan ay ang pagiging isang tao natin: ang pagkakaroon natin ng mga pagsubok sa buhay; ang pagkakaron ng wakas sa ating hininga; ang pagkaramdam ng sakit. Maaaring marami pang dahilan kung bakit sinasabing lahat ng tao ay pantay-pantay ngunit ang tanging naisip ko na dahilan ay ang pagiging likha tayo ng Diyos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11350107-111045675559965029?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111045675559965029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/03/mga-tanong-ng-buhay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/111045675559965029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/111045675559965029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/03/mga-tanong-ng-buhay.html' title='Mga tanong ng buhay'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11350107.post-111045641730341737</id><published>2005-03-10T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T11:33:37.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am not sure why&lt;br /&gt;But something inside did beat so fast&lt;br /&gt;Deny I did try&lt;br /&gt;But all denials did not last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess fallen I finally became&lt;br /&gt;To someone I intend not to&lt;br /&gt;At some point in my life he came&lt;br /&gt;Not friends nor enemies are we two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlikely that I get attracted&lt;br /&gt;Unlikely that I will be hook&lt;br /&gt;But alas I get distracted&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I turn at him to have a look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish there some ways&lt;br /&gt;What I feel for him I tell&lt;br /&gt;And after that he stays&lt;br /&gt;Coz he also for me had fell&lt;/strong&gt;&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/11350107-111045641730341737?l=sassagurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111045641730341737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/03/hidden-desire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/111045641730341737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11350107/posts/default/111045641730341737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassagurl.blogspot.com/2005/03/hidden-desire.html' title='Hidden Desire'/><author><name>Sassa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11063967364933611109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWyr1DoGAak/TRohQ9l59KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YlZBy66r-Aw/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
