<?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-6561448574496306634</id><updated>2011-12-14T21:46:19.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GHIJ: Life Clips</title><subtitle type='html'>snapshots. videos. writeups. these are my reflections...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-429364432206162203</id><published>2011-12-14T17:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T21:46:19.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>password: mochababe</title><content type='html'>Sad that what started out so wonderfully is now ending in tragedy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In time.. Things will be in order and it will fall into its rightful place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't want to lose one person so dear to my heart. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So close, you're already a part of my being. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-429364432206162203?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/429364432206162203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2011/12/password-mochababe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/429364432206162203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/429364432206162203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2011/12/password-mochababe.html' title='password: mochababe'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-7142525465795615966</id><published>2011-11-04T13:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T13:31:16.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you choose to be silent..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e69-lJzNYog/TrN4buj8LFI/AAAAAAAAA20/XREcj7BlAA4/s1600/Prompt1ZippedLips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671008773540162642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e69-lJzNYog/TrN4buj8LFI/AAAAAAAAA20/XREcj7BlAA4/s200/Prompt1ZippedLips.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tongue is a powerful thing. It can make or break a person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bridling it takes a lot of courage and wisdom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you choose to stay silent, you keep it from doing any of both - neither bringing about life nor causing death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So please... pretty please.. let me be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-7142525465795615966?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/7142525465795615966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-you-choose-to-be-silent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/7142525465795615966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/7142525465795615966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-you-choose-to-be-silent.html' title='when you choose to be silent..'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e69-lJzNYog/TrN4buj8LFI/AAAAAAAAA20/XREcj7BlAA4/s72-c/Prompt1ZippedLips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-4183912667183640790</id><published>2011-11-03T13:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:05:14.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"kumunoy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MtGre4dzqEg/TrIg_Hg-rxI/AAAAAAAAA2o/R_1rQtgcQRk/s1600/quicksand.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670631149534097170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MtGre4dzqEg/TrIg_Hg-rxI/AAAAAAAAA2o/R_1rQtgcQRk/s320/quicksand.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-4183912667183640790?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/4183912667183640790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2011/11/kumunoy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/4183912667183640790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/4183912667183640790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2011/11/kumunoy.html' title='&quot;kumunoy&quot;'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MtGre4dzqEg/TrIg_Hg-rxI/AAAAAAAAA2o/R_1rQtgcQRk/s72-c/quicksand.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-4479315026033211236</id><published>2011-11-02T10:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T14:09:44.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>l o s t</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670244916564873922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jm6yZkSYgGI/TrDBtZlQUsI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/EkElOBk8RBk/s320/DarkLost2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;help me find my way back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a4nl7M4L3mQ/TrDCAwsZauI/AAAAAAAAA2c/sdAYikynCQA/s1600/lost%2Broad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670245249186360034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a4nl7M4L3mQ/TrDCAwsZauI/AAAAAAAAA2c/sdAYikynCQA/s320/lost%2Broad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-4479315026033211236?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/4479315026033211236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2011/11/l-o-s-t.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/4479315026033211236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/4479315026033211236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2011/11/l-o-s-t.html' title='l o s t'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jm6yZkSYgGI/TrDBtZlQUsI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/EkElOBk8RBk/s72-c/DarkLost2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-4400397101356238268</id><published>2011-10-10T22:56:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T23:36:32.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on FCG Amazing Race 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1BoT2HyQTow/Tpw-CFswLeI/AAAAAAAAA0c/dzR6gxMUBPQ/s1600/IMG_3711.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1BoT2HyQTow/Tpw-CFswLeI/AAAAAAAAA0c/dzR6gxMUBPQ/s200/IMG_3711.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664470636935785954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;8th October 2011, Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - The recent FCG Amazing Race has just passed but the memories and thrill of going through it remains with all of us. A "veteran" committee member of many sports activities since ET zone days, I looked forward to playing this time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Meet The Amazing GREEN Team:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Ruel "The Flash" - who's quick to read, quicker to run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Kris - party hard, play harder, power nap later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. My cousin Trix - kikay girl yet always game.. run Trix run!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Iris - silent power, fellow navigator and strategist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Ghij (me) - once was lost, now can find.. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VrG8QfLX9-M/Tpw-N4e7Q9I/AAAAAAAAA0o/LzzrnJxyPh0/s200/IMG_3713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664470839546561490" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All geared up for the race, we only had one thing in mind - To enjoy the experience while giving it our best shot! 14 gutsy teams set foot to tread around Singapore that Saturday morning. And the great news is.. We ended up THE CHAMPIONS! Whoohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"It's not about the destination, but the journey.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog is dedicated to highlight the 'invisible force' that led us to that triumphant first step at the pit stop. I've listed out a few of the many lessons I've learned from the FCG Amazing Race. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;#1. FREEDOM OF CHOICE: God lets us choose our own route. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Admittedly, we didn't start off well as the bus we thought could take us directly to Clementi bus interchange wasn't the right one to hop on. Being a good God that He is, God gives us multiple options in life. He's not a tyrrant that drags us into doing things His way. He's a gentleman that lets us pick our means of getting to where we want to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, we do make mistakes in life but through His mercy and grace, He continually guides us into the right direction. And so we took the way stated in the clue card which is via train. A few cents ended up into SBS for that unnecessary ez-link tap at the bus but we just charged that to experience. We knew it made us a little wiser anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zxZaj8SFMx4/TpxC28Gmk2I/AAAAAAAAA00/Wx2bdG6knVE/s200/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664475942939431778" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;#2. Mysteries revealed through GOD'S WORD &amp;amp; HOLY SPIRIT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hints in the clue cards do not come with obvious answers, of course. Who would have thought that "DOG" Park is not pertaining to an open space for walking dogs or a designated area for them to poop? How would you expect Filipinos to know that Bukit Merah's talking about Redhill? Why would an easterner like me bother about the opening date of Woodleigh MRT? And what about that finger-cracking decoder iGCT? Do you think you'd know where to take that next step if not for the interpretation of data? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God for smartphones and a handy common sense. We can know better than what is obviously seen. With God's Word and the Holy Spirit, we can always have something, better yet, Someone to turn to - Someone to seek guidance from and present our questions to. God has His special way of revealing things to us as we ask and seek for it. As we spent time searching, wonderful truths were unveiled and we happily had our "Aha!" moments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;#3. BEING LED by the Spirit saves you a great deal of time and energy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This instance particularly happened to us while we were on our way to Bishan Junction 8. Via the iPhone app SG Malls, we never had to go to that shop at #01-12 to check out the store's name and come up with a song from that. We just focused on finding Ramen Play and the pregnant lady who was surprised to see us come so quickly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only we're led by the Holy Spirit every moment of our lives, how amazing would that be! We are saved from unwanted troubles, painful consequences of wrong decisions and we could just be effectively and efficiently carrying out our daily tasks. It applies to all areas of our lives - family, work, ministry, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;#4.  We're living in an imperfect world. Life isn't always FAIR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wL62bC4S4Hc/TpxGD5VMZdI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/n5YWO0PpSGs/s200/316859_10150861595645221_530980220_21157551_1046669763_a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664479464068507090" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, bad things do happen to good people. And life gets pretty unfair at times - no one's exempted from that! Oftentimes things don't seem to be going out well despite our best efforts. And mind you, that's normal. We got a long way to that perfect place called heaven.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were the first team to set foot at the Botanic Gardens and to our shock, the supposed station master wasn't there yet. The guy who gave us the task was speechless despite us demanding our questions to be answered. We were at the right place and we ought to be attended to. About 10 minutes of our time were spent aimlessly roaming around looking for another "majestic" gate better than the one in front of us (coz the other guy had to stand in for the running late station master while he does his own leaf necklace). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At times, we get impatient in life and we want to see things happpen.. NOW! Our disappointments spring up from our unmet expectations, especially when it's not within our timeline. "We don't deserve to be treated like this", cries the prideful person inside of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Circumstances and waiting time may be painful for us but God's great plan for us doesn't change. His intended will for us stands and He wants His glory to shine through it all. On our part, we need to get our attitude right and rely on God's strength, not our own, to see us through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xcCXPRS5ZPw/TpxGjuMNj-I/AAAAAAAAA1k/rQ1ueDHL07Q/s200/leader-huddle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664480010833858530" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 127px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;#5. UNITY in Diversity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unlike the TV series, our version of the Amazing Race requires not two heads to work together but four or more. In our case there were five of us, making it more complex so to speak. Yet there is such beauty in complexity, more so when differences are blended well to create a masterpiece.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had one member who's fast to act on a given task without fully reading the rest of the instruction. There's one whose first solution is to consult with Dr. Google. Another is the flowing type who says,"I'll go wherever you go." My non-athletic cousin may be girlie in stature but she'd dare to do the unusual just to get things done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a some instances, my teammates would throw in their suggested tactics to subtly outwit the other teams. Each one were contributing in their own way. May it be carrying two liters of drinking water, cracking some jokes and funny stories along the way or pushing people uphill, it all added to the awesome adventure there is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one was left behind as we made that leap at the pit stop. &lt;i&gt;It was a testimony that teamwork works!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;#6. No painful experience is wasted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we are frustrated or in tears, we can't seem to understand the rationale behind those heart-gripping moments. But God never wastes a single one. Countless times I have lost my way around Singapore. I encountered some accidents, got into dark alleys, missed buses, gone without a single cent on the road, and many more. It, however, put me in a position to effectively navigate the team towards our aimed destination. Had I stayed in the comfort of cabs and car rides, I wouldn't have known alternative ways of going around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;#7. The MASTERMIND minds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jT-bpfFmoA/TpxEUxl_5LI/AAAAAAAAA1A/WC-_g1Cnqxo/s200/303900_10150330727219151_578694150_8207598_1668151895_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664477555026027698" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our deepest appreciation goes out to the organizing committee. They were the thinktanks behind the tasks and the race route. It reminds me of how God is to us. As the Mastermind of our lives, God sets a purpose, a destiny and He even maps out His suggested (and better) way for us. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The life situations and tasks, though may be challenging, are at the level He knows we can bear and overcome. He wants us to trust Him (and the AR committee) that He knows what He's doing. He wants us to grow through the experience and see Him at work and always present in it all. God wants us to enjoy the trail, every step of it. And yes, by the end of the amazing race, WE DID! And we had the celebration coupled with cold cups of McFlurries. Hee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-reToebD9f64/TpxFtwprhkI/AAAAAAAAA1M/vEdBk0TvThw/s200/maze4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664479083781391938" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;#8. Life is an AMAZING MAZE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see life more as a maze than a race. The reason behind it is because we're not racing against time or competing with anybody else. In a maze there is also a starting point and an end but the way to the finish line takes on different courses, not just one. There are moments when crossroads are faced and you had to pick which road to take. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A maze represents our earthly life and in it are the detours and road blocks we come across with. When there seems to be no way or you sense you're just going endless rounds, the best way is to look up. Look up to God for He sees the whole picturr in a fuller view. He'd be the one to guide you through and strenghten you in your weakness. Cry out, "&lt;i&gt;God, show me the way. Your ways are higher than mine. You will make a way even when there seems to be none. All things work together for good." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes God would even send people along your path to help you be on track. Sometimes you are the person to become one to another. Whichever season you may be in, there will be God-sends to encourage you and help you reach your destination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;What amazing revelations indeed. I hope you had been blessed and inspired by this. Run if you would. Walk if you can't. Just never stop. Keep on going. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.s. If you have more to share, feel free to add in. You're welcome. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TfKBHlK8Ng0/TpxHCiJ38WI/AAAAAAAAA1w/vGNR8XzC32Q/s320/300533_10150861917105221_530980220_21159359_919074542_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664480540178772322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-4400397101356238268?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/4400397101356238268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2011/10/reflections-on-fcg-amazing-race-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/4400397101356238268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/4400397101356238268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2011/10/reflections-on-fcg-amazing-race-3.html' title='Reflections on FCG Amazing Race 3'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1BoT2HyQTow/Tpw-CFswLeI/AAAAAAAAA0c/dzR6gxMUBPQ/s72-c/IMG_3711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-3870324362395036588</id><published>2011-09-21T10:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T13:11:40.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Emo Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWl9dELNV2k/TnldQc7ZENI/AAAAAAAAA0U/OGbxya4mXUM/s1600/imagesCAE48B6P.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654653344364957906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWl9dELNV2k/TnldQc7ZENI/AAAAAAAAA0U/OGbxya4mXUM/s200/imagesCAE48B6P.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a few days I'll be crossing another year in life. Something about such times get me into deep thoughts once again. Last year after winning a fun run, I stayed back at East Coast Park, pitched a tent and reflected on many things (past, present and future).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am in that mood again... Sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthdays used to be a big thing for me. I make it a point to celebrate even just in simple ways. Why is it after 30 it's becoming a struggle to celebrate? I need to have a renewed mindset on this. Life is beautiful and it gets better as years go by. It depends, however, on the perspective of the beholder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There also lies a hint of sorrow hidden within.. It seems to long for meaningful relationships that last a lifetime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I seek answers and direction in life, Lord, please lead me to the place where you want me to be. Help me find myself and live the great future You have intended for me. I pray that I wouldn't miss out those "kairos" moments along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-3870324362395036588?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/3870324362395036588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2011/09/birthday-emo-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/3870324362395036588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/3870324362395036588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2011/09/birthday-emo-moments.html' title='Birthday Emo Moments'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWl9dELNV2k/TnldQc7ZENI/AAAAAAAAA0U/OGbxya4mXUM/s72-c/imagesCAE48B6P.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-8232180704870586195</id><published>2011-07-14T10:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T13:25:59.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When "Moments" Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tZR9v4coqh8/Th5bnkq74rI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/BqudxYrW1SQ/s1600/stone-heart03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629037319676486322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tZR9v4coqh8/Th5bnkq74rI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/BqudxYrW1SQ/s200/stone-heart03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been blogging these days. Just having the urge to write when moments come and I don't have anybody to share it with (or I choose not to spill it out to people). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a little troubled and bogged down by a few things recently. I try not to think about it but it hits me subtly yet in a hard way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart is as down as my sales. It doesn't help much when you're emotionally aching while trying to bring in deals for yourself. I try to focus by brushing off the issues of the heart but it still remains. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emotional attachment is a tough thing to deal with. When you get so deep with someone it eats up a big chunk of your being and it paralyzes you in one way or another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, help me guard my heart... and also the heart of others. For yes, out of it flows the issues of life. Show me Your way of dealing with this matter. Lead me back on track that I may fulfill Your plan and purpose for my life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-8232180704870586195?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/8232180704870586195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-moments-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/8232180704870586195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/8232180704870586195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-moments-come.html' title='When &quot;Moments&quot; Come'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tZR9v4coqh8/Th5bnkq74rI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/BqudxYrW1SQ/s72-c/stone-heart03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-8121638000938599235</id><published>2010-08-24T23:31:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T01:25:21.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To MyBest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/THP3lk1vtrI/AAAAAAAAAyU/LY17zqSltQI/s1600/n530980220_5608858_4610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/THP3lk1vtrI/AAAAAAAAAyU/LY17zqSltQI/s200/n530980220_5608858_4610.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509018994120570546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I had been preoccupied with 1,001 things lately but I wouldn't want to be too busy to do something heartwarming for my bestie on her special day. A recap of our milestones together since 19-kopong-kopong:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1996: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Our first encounter began when I was selected to join their team (St. Mary's College) to represent Quezon City at the National Capital Region volleyball competition. Despite having lost, we were once again pulled out to join forces with our Chinese friends at ICA and form the NCR team for Palarong Pambansa 1997. A rigid daily training for three months created true friends amongst us teammates. Myla and I, together with 10 other "black beauties", were housed (14 people in 1 room) at the same dormitory at Ultra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1997-2001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;: This marked our glorious and adventurous years at UP Diliman. We made it to the varsity team and spent four years giving our best shot both in sports and academics - for the latter "awakened" period of it at least when we were starting to get serious about life after volleyball. Parties, late nights, wee hour tambays, initiation week, out-of-town gimmicks, booze, dance numbers, videoke sessions, flings &amp;amp; heartaches - practically all the fun and crazy stuff - we shared them all. Not to mention the countless bloopers that we reminisce til now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2001-2002:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; I left for summer job in the US while she continued playing for the university volleyball team. We stayed connected and distance didn't stop us from pouring out our hearts openly on whatever issue or situation we were in. When I went back to the Philippines to continue my practicum/attachment at Manila Peninsula, we still met up once in a while for long hours of bestie chat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2003-2004:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Our group of friends expanded as we began to do things differently - she, furthering her studies in MA, while I went on being a career woman. That again, didn't come between the special bond we have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2005-2009:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Life goes on. Myla in Philippines, myself in Singapore. We're kept updated about life - the ups and downs of it. When I'm troubled about some decisions, I'd make that call and hear out her perspective of things. And it truly lightens up the load off me. During this period, when I come back for short visits, spending quality time with her is a must!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2nd Half of 2009 - present: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;She's finally here in Singapore working as a preschool teacher! Oh the joys of having her so close =) People with their besties away would envy me. Hehe.. It was unfortunate that our stint in competitive volleyball didn't last long. Our tandem could've made a difference. Nevertheless, I'm so happy we're roommates now! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT MAKES MYLA AWESOME:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;@ Her laughter's a total blast! To hear is to believe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;@ Never a dull moment when you're around her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;@People magnet: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-size:small;"&gt;anybody can easily jive with her - strangers and 'difficult' people alike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;@ Super loving, creative, animated, patient, charismatic preschool teacher to her kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;@ A pillar of strength to her family. She's an inspiration to both her siblings and parents. Myla's super kaberks with her folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;@ A great and wise confidante. When I consult things with her, she won't tell you exactly what to do but will just give different angles to it with various options to consider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;@ Resilient. Even though she has met with unwelcoming circumstances, she gets back on her feet and triumphs over the obstacles that lie ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;@One moment she's overly happy, then another moment down to earth depressed. However, she gains back her "sanity" from drawing joy and strength from a Greater Power than she is. She knows that in her weakness, God's strength is made perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;To MyBest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;You're one of the gifts I treasure most. I've already spent half of my life years with you and I'm looking forward to many more ahead. You've seen the worst of me, yet brought out the best. I think not one person in my life has been that to me at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Let's stay stuck no matter what. I can no longer imagine life without you 'coz you're now a part of my being. I will always be here to support you (showbiz!) and guide you through your journeys in life. I love you so much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Happy Birthday! May God grant the desires of your heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;GHIJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/THP34VJkDNI/AAAAAAAAAyc/RhAqQHjMOvQ/s320/IMG_6965.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509019316326239442" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-8121638000938599235?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/8121638000938599235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-to-mybest.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/8121638000938599235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/8121638000938599235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-to-mybest.html' title='Happy Birthday To MyBest!'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/THP3lk1vtrI/AAAAAAAAAyU/LY17zqSltQI/s72-c/n530980220_5608858_4610.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-3608484953337194968</id><published>2010-07-20T10:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T12:37:40.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing My Momentum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/TEUndM0C9XI/AAAAAAAAAyE/5254cKgtEJg/s1600/Black_and_White_looking_sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495842302884771186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/TEUndM0C9XI/AAAAAAAAAyE/5254cKgtEJg/s200/Black_and_White_looking_sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a better way to let your frustrations out than to blog! It's been a rather dry season in many aspects recently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People who used to be so on fire and on the go are stepping back and switching to "hibernation mode". Less stress, less hassle, less inconveniences, less heartaches. It somehow saddens me as many opportunities could have been lost in this period. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At work, it's not as fantastic as it seems. My personal sales are low. I'm starving for leads and I am expected to deliver from the little that I have. I know I could have brought in deals much faster than anybody else if only those qualified leads landed on my side instead of it growing cold on theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange that when the management asks what's the problem and you'd tell them, you are seen as complaining. I guess this is just an extra challenge for me to overcome.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; I'm not easily giving up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just now my friend Sheryl sent me a timely sms, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Therefore my beloved brethren, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that your labor is not in vain in the Lord."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - 1Cor 15:58 With it, I was deeply moved. Thanks from the bottom of my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-3608484953337194968?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/3608484953337194968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2010/07/losing-my-momentum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/3608484953337194968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/3608484953337194968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2010/07/losing-my-momentum.html' title='Losing My Momentum'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/TEUndM0C9XI/AAAAAAAAAyE/5254cKgtEJg/s72-c/Black_and_White_looking_sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-2058728570546425201</id><published>2010-07-12T12:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T12:19:44.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power Nap Nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/TDqXq-_5TTI/AAAAAAAAAxc/qRbatA0WRCg/s1600/here_comes_the_bride_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492869460253035826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/TDqXq-_5TTI/AAAAAAAAAxc/qRbatA0WRCg/s200/here_comes_the_bride_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Never thought nightmares still come when power napping. I was on the way to work and dozed off for about 10 minutes. Crazy feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/TDqXaAoM4rI/AAAAAAAAAxU/gq2HOymdw8U/s1600/here_comes_the_bride_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In that bad dream I switched souls with someone I feel so insecure and jealous about. I was trapped in her body while she was in mine. Really terrible! I felt like running away as I can't let her (body) take over my life and the people that matter most to me. I must have had a hangover of "Here Comes The Bride" movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I woke up from that dream through a voice that reassured me I'm loved. Happy thoughts always. Let's just keep it that way. Great week ahead! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-2058728570546425201?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/2058728570546425201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2010/07/power-nap-nightmare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/2058728570546425201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/2058728570546425201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2010/07/power-nap-nightmare.html' title='Power Nap Nightmare'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/TDqXq-_5TTI/AAAAAAAAAxc/qRbatA0WRCg/s72-c/here_comes_the_bride_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-5392452599482708698</id><published>2010-07-08T15:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T17:45:38.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Love - Alamid (Lyrics)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you're the one that never lets me sleep&lt;br /&gt;to my mind, down to my soul you touch my lips&lt;br /&gt;you're the one that i can't wait to see&lt;br /&gt;with you here by my side i'm in ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am all alone without you&lt;br /&gt;my days are dark without a glimpse of you&lt;br /&gt;but now that you came into my life&lt;br /&gt;i feel complete&lt;br /&gt;the flowers bloom, my morning shines&lt;br /&gt;and i can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/TDrkIFkg3qI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Y32zP4MYIuI/s1600/love_new_year_sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492953523117153954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/TDrkIFkg3qI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Y32zP4MYIuI/s200/love_new_year_sun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus: &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/TDrh204qhhI/AAAAAAAAAxk/CnQIAQbceag/s1600/love_new_year_sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your love is like the sun&lt;br /&gt;that lights up my whole world&lt;br /&gt;i feel the warmth inside&lt;br /&gt;your love is like the river&lt;br /&gt;that flows down through my veins&lt;br /&gt;i feel the chill inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every time i hear our music play&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of the things&lt;br /&gt;that we've been through&lt;br /&gt;in my mind i can't believe it's true&lt;br /&gt;but in my heart the reality is YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-5392452599482708698?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/5392452599482708698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2010/07/your-love-alamid-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/5392452599482708698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/5392452599482708698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2010/07/your-love-alamid-lyrics.html' title='Your Love - Alamid (Lyrics)'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/TDrkIFkg3qI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Y32zP4MYIuI/s72-c/love_new_year_sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-7215363352398921606</id><published>2010-07-08T12:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T16:04:50.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain's Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/TDVeGgeu2wI/AAAAAAAAAw8/1SdXntqlY5w/s1600/its-hard-heart1-250x230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491398786539248386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/TDVeGgeu2wI/AAAAAAAAAw8/1SdXntqlY5w/s200/its-hard-heart1-250x230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I knew it’d get deeper the more I let it come closer&lt;br /&gt;I gave in ‘coz no one else makes me any happier&lt;br /&gt;Your words I held so dear&lt;br /&gt;More than enough that “I promise” I need not hear&lt;br /&gt;They were a bond stronger than any written covenant&lt;br /&gt;With it I braced the future though I was hesitant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrestling with my emotions, risks I see&lt;br /&gt;Save myself from greater hurt and let it go?&lt;br /&gt;Or plainly continue my fantasy and simply flow?&lt;br /&gt;What if you continue giving in to vulnerability,&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing again what your response would be?&lt;br /&gt;When things are pleasant and back to norm it’s me you wanted&lt;br /&gt;But who knows who and what may come when there lies the unexpected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tranquilizers don’t last long..&lt;br /&gt;And I'm reminded of the pain that I suppressed for long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-7215363352398921606?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/7215363352398921606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2010/07/pains-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/7215363352398921606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/7215363352398921606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2010/07/pains-back.html' title='Pain&apos;s Back'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/TDVeGgeu2wI/AAAAAAAAAw8/1SdXntqlY5w/s72-c/its-hard-heart1-250x230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-5485626836225748935</id><published>2010-07-07T10:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T10:52:38.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Ever? (Lyrics)</title><content type='html'>=by Brandy=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved somebody so much&lt;br /&gt;It makes you cry&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever needed something so bad&lt;br /&gt;You can't sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried to find the words&lt;br /&gt;But they don't come out right&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever, have you ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love&lt;br /&gt;Been in love so bad&lt;br /&gt;You'd do anything to make them understand&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had someone steal your heart away&lt;br /&gt;You'd give anything to make them feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever searched for words to get you in their heart&lt;br /&gt;But you don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know where to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever found the one&lt;br /&gt;You've dreamed of all of your life&lt;br /&gt;You'd do just about anything to look into their eyes&lt;br /&gt;Have you finally found the one you've given your heart to&lt;br /&gt;Only to find that one won't give their heart to you&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever closed your eyes and&lt;br /&gt;Dreamed that they were there&lt;br /&gt;And all you can do is wait for the day when they will care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I gotta do to get you in my arms baby&lt;br /&gt;What do I gotta say to get to your heart&lt;br /&gt;To make you understand how I need you next to me&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get you in my world&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz baby I can't sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-5485626836225748935?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/5485626836225748935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2010/07/have-you-ever-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/5485626836225748935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/5485626836225748935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2010/07/have-you-ever-lyrics.html' title='Have You Ever? (Lyrics)'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-3608780749348695023</id><published>2010-01-07T22:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T23:02:03.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Much Water Does GJ Need To Drink?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/S0X2nmKBNyI/AAAAAAAAAwY/sdSGjx0_B7E/s1600-h/liter-water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/S0X2nmKBNyI/AAAAAAAAAwY/sdSGjx0_B7E/s200/liter-water.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424012486355531554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was finishing up my smarter goals for 2010. One thing I wrote under 'Health' is to drink lots of water. I didn't know how much water I need to drink every day so I went online to find answers. As I googled about it, I came across this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nutrition.about.com/library/blwatercalculator.htm"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;hydration calculator &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and below are my results. Interesting, huh?! Try it for yourself now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;Hydration Calculator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A person who is 128 pounds,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;and is exercising for 45 minutes,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;is not pregnant, is not breastfeeding,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;does not live at a high altitude,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;lives in a dry climate,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;drinks 1 alcoholic drink(s),  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;when the weather is not very hot or very cold,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;and is not sick with fever or diarrhea should have:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;84.5 ounces or 2.5 liters of water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-3608780749348695023?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/3608780749348695023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-much-water-does-gj-need-to-drink_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/3608780749348695023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/3608780749348695023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-much-water-does-gj-need-to-drink_07.html' title='How Much Water Does GJ Need To Drink?'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/S0X2nmKBNyI/AAAAAAAAAwY/sdSGjx0_B7E/s72-c/liter-water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-8959517924915197148</id><published>2009-11-04T15:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:25:53.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck In Between</title><content type='html'>Just a quick outpour.. I'm stuck in between doors, one in front and another behind me. I guess that's how it feels when something new's ahead of you. You've got a choice either to move forward or go by the back door..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What complicates things is being at a place of indecision - less or no risk at all, just smooth sailing. That's where I am right now and I want to get out of it. I don't want to stay there and be a double-minded person that gets tossed back and forth.. going nowhere.. achieving close to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, show me your way... that I may walk with You...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-8959517924915197148?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/8959517924915197148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/11/stuck-in-between.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/8959517924915197148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/8959517924915197148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/11/stuck-in-between.html' title='Stuck In Between'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-7398043838487285845</id><published>2009-10-24T21:48:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:36:34.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Pairs Up To My Leaders!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SucEQolamMI/AAAAAAAAAv4/ciyUO5l6fRA/s1600-h/jinlian-233x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SucEQTCCqTI/AAAAAAAAAvw/baB95cEjE-w/s1600-h/lucas-233x300.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In appreciation of the leaders I was under for the last five years in City Harvest, I am dedicating this blog entry to them. Each one has a unique leadership style that were equally effective in making a difference in the lives of people like mine. And for that I give you &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SucEQTCCqTI/AAAAAAAAAvw/baB95cEjE-w/s1600-h/lucas-233x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;TWO PAIRS OF THUMBS UP!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; (Toes included..hehe)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the qualities I will always remember them for are described below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;EDMUND TAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SuMYYXHh1II/AAAAAAAAAvg/3EoZ1nqWKTo/s1600-h/edmund-tay-226x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SuMYYXHh1II/AAAAAAAAAvg/3EoZ1nqWKTo/s200/edmund-tay-226x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396183585321505922" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Our Zone Supervisor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If he wasn't standing by the reception desk that one afternoon in Jurong West in 2002, I wouldn't have ended up in &lt;a href="http://etzone.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;ET zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Boss, as many of us address him after "Bro. Edmund" was dropped, is the kind that makes things happen at the soonest time possible. My month-long wait for a cell group to belong to was over when he got a cell group leader to call me asap that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a golden privilege to have worked with him closely in the ministry for half a year. Until now I get snapshots of those moments with him. His words are so full of wisdom, it cuts through the heart deeply. He was the one who got me into playing guitar and continues to encourage me to rise up. He is a man of excellence who wouldn't miss important details no matter how trivial they may seem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His people skills are so amazing that he can relate to anybody - young or old. He can goof around and crack jokes as a friend while at the same time be decisive and firm as a mentor. One look from him gets people moving into action and they get things done more effectively. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And man, &lt;a href="http://edunloaded.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;his blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is simply fantastic! It's an open book to his life that continues to bless people of all ages. He is a great Dad not only to his own children, but to his disciples in the household of faith - which makes &lt;b&gt;ET zone&lt;/b&gt; the family that it is today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;JER BLINN: E99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SuMYYhAto7I/AAAAAAAAAvo/bJckxR_ijIw/s1600-h/jerblinn-233x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SuMYYhAto7I/AAAAAAAAAvo/bJckxR_ijIw/s200/jerblinn-233x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396183587977274290" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(June - Oct 2002 &amp;amp; year 2005) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jerblinn.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jerb&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is my very first cell group leader in CHC - and a senior leader who raised many other great leaders in the zone together with Boss ET. I described her in my previous blog as a &lt;a href="http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/01/women-of-grace-strength.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;woman of grace and strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for she exhibits great leadership with poise =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She got me to do many "firsts" which were very overwhelming and uncomfortable in the beginning. The pain of being stretched out of comfort zone, however, enlarged my capacity for handling even greater pressures. The vision of becoming a leader was not far-fetched with all the support she gave me. Though we no longer get in touch as before, I continue to observe her life from afar and I get encouraged by the treasures from her that I still hold on to this day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;LUCAS: E316&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SucEQTCCqTI/AAAAAAAAAvw/baB95cEjE-w/s1600-h/lucas-233x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SucEQTCCqTI/AAAAAAAAAvw/baB95cEjE-w/s200/lucas-233x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397287356460083506" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;(Sept 2006 -  Sept 2007) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucas is indeed a human magnet. Any person can easily click with him. Strangers would not have difficulty engaging him in meaningful conversations. He had been a great partner in crime for me in those days when I was in training for leadership. I've seen him mature immensely. Despite his young age, he has proven himself capable of overcoming obstacles and handling overwhelming challenges, which qualified him to a position of influence and authority.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His father passed away when he was 6 years old. But that was not the end of him. Though his teenage years had been a crazy rough ride for him, he came to a turning point in life when he decided to make things right. From then on, Lucas started to become a better man. More than the looks, his talents and personality, his character shines out the brightest. Girls go gaga over him for he'd make a good husband and father to his future family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the best qualities I admire him for is his genuine love for people. He is definitely not a typical Singaporean, I must say. He is really into people's lives, truthfully caring about others' welfare. I would not be surprised to see the former lukewarm irregulars come back to church burning with passion for God. He believed in people, saw their potential and brought out the best in them. The once CMIs (cannot make it) have transformed because of a leader who is all a mentor, friend and father to them. I'm privileged to have known a "Timothy" in this modern day who has become a great role model. He didn't despise his youth and became an example to many. Rock on, bro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;JIN LIAN: N256 and N430&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SucEQolamMI/AAAAAAAAAv4/ciyUO5l6fRA/s1600-h/jinlian-233x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SucEQolamMI/AAAAAAAAAv4/ciyUO5l6fRA/s200/jinlian-233x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397287362245597378" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;(Oct 2007 - Oct 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Among my cell group leaders, I have served &lt;a href="http://jinlianentries.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jin Lian &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the longest. What an honor indeed! It was in 2002 when I first met her. I immediately felt at ease being around her because she is so accommodating and approachable. When I first learned that I'll be transferred to her cell group, I got excited. I knew I would easily cope up and adjust to the new environment with her support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will always be grateful to her for providing me a platform to step up. Sometimes I felt that she believed in me more than I believed in myself. The life stories she shared gave me a glimpse of her being human - weak and strong at the same time. That is why it never seemed impossible for me to see the best that could become of me with God's help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jin Lian may not be the "scolding" type of leader, but the gentle words she speaks forth truly penetrate people's hearts, bringing about a renewed mindset in an individual. She makes a good teacher, especially among the youths. She would patiently lay down principles and explain why this thing should or should not be done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that we're with working adults at &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chcn430.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;N430&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; her discipleship style changed a bit, catering to a more mature audience. It is so amazing how she lived up to the challenge of leading adults who are older in age and with higher education (some got PhD and MBA). All I can say is that it has to do with her great attitude and dependency on God. And I am glad I was by her side to witness all that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;I am now entering another phase in my life in CHC where I will be mingling with a totally different group of people. They may not be so different from me for I am one of them, but they are to my current zone because they are Filipinos. I am uncertain what lies ahead for me. But I will definitely "dabao" all the little gems of wisdom that I gathered from my past experiences with my leaders at ET zone. I will forever be grateful for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-7398043838487285845?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/7398043838487285845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-pairs-up-to-my-leaders.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/7398043838487285845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/7398043838487285845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-pairs-up-to-my-leaders.html' title='Two Pairs Up To My Leaders!'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SuMYYXHh1II/AAAAAAAAAvg/3EoZ1nqWKTo/s72-c/edmund-tay-226x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-5720117582289582714</id><published>2009-10-24T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:25:33.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consequences of Unwise Decisions</title><content type='html'>I was on reflective mode on the way back home from Chinese class after watching the service webcast. End of the year is coming soon and I just felt our family's future is as blur as mist.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wrong decisions have been made in the past and til now we seem to be carrying those consequences, stuck in the cycle of defeat. Sadly, no matter how hard I try to make wise decisions for myself, history repeats itself in a different form.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could say I can't be bothered. I have my own life to live and enjoy. But I am getting tired of making up for people's unwise decisions. My ears go numb at all the complaints when they are the ones causing trouble in the first place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm weary of coming up with solutions when the problems keep springing from them. We haven't gotten over yesterday's complications and each day more and more pop up. Don't they ever learn from past mistakes? Don't they ever want to see our lives progress?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I just want to retreat to a far away land and let them handle everything. Sounds like a tempting exit, aye?! Only in my imagination for now.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signing off before I break into tears.. I need to seek refuge from my Strong Tower..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-5720117582289582714?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/5720117582289582714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/10/consequences-of-unwise-decisions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/5720117582289582714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/5720117582289582714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/10/consequences-of-unwise-decisions.html' title='Consequences of Unwise Decisions'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-3035156815449884348</id><published>2009-10-11T23:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T00:16:06.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossroads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/StID9JCBVbI/AAAAAAAAAvI/P7fZf5A0R2I/s1600-h/crossroads_2pgq.gif" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/StID9JCBVbI/AAAAAAAAAvI/P7fZf5A0R2I/s200/crossroads_2pgq.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391376052847203762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to keep a diary when I was a teenager and even had a spiritual journal from 2002 to 2005. I'm the kind who likes to sketch images on my notes. I remember after graduating from college, a few times I would draw a lady in the midst of crossroads looking at signs that point to everywhere. There's a bubble near her head with lots of question marks. That's usually how I am when moments come that a decision has to be made.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's becoming even more critical when one is in the midst of major changes in life. Like changing jobs or finding one, relocation, marriage, death of a loved one, etc. In my case recently the changes involve company management (and colleagues), dropping guitar class for Mandarin course, probable transition to a new zone and cell group, relocation of family members - just to name a few. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pros and cons will always be there but what outweighs it all is your perseverance to really make things happen despite all the hardships that will come along the way. I believe I'm entering another phase in life where there's an opportunity for greater growth and maturity. And I love what Pst Kong says that endurance is about enlarging your capacity. Having done all that you could and the best shot you've got, are you going to stand firm and endure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/StIDKVRy82I/AAAAAAAAAvA/czBiTk9XPQs/s320/crossroads.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391375179961267042" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oftentimes we're afraid to make choices because of the consequences coupled with it. We'd rather stay in our comfort zone and remain at status quo. Lesser risks, lesser troubles, lesser discomfort.. and sadly, eventually you'll always feel you've achieved less or nothing in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Year end is just around the corner. Resolutions and smarter goals will once again be drafted out. May we be guided by wisdom and led by courage to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;JUST DO IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; God's grace will be there to see you through..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-3035156815449884348?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/3035156815449884348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/10/crossroads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/3035156815449884348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/3035156815449884348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/10/crossroads.html' title='Crossroads'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/StID9JCBVbI/AAAAAAAAAvI/P7fZf5A0R2I/s72-c/crossroads_2pgq.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-5793513969105876092</id><published>2009-10-09T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:20:56.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Moments Captured</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A colleague would tease me about naming my future children after camera brands such as Canon, Casio, Nikon, etc. Admittedly, I am a camera freak but I’m never a lunatic for its own sake. There are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;wonderful reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; behind it =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be gifted with an eye for good shots and scenic angles but nothing comes close to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;capturing precious moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the people in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone goes through&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;seasons in life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In that period we cross paths with different people from various backgrounds. The circle of friends we have may not be mutual friends with others. Every setting is unique and the experiences shared are worth remembering, especially those that really made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in 1996 when I had my very first camera. I was at a youth camp in Bataan when I got the inspiration to take my fellow campers’ photos against picturesque background. That was the time of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;film rolls and 3R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; photo papers. Even as a student, I would set aside money for developing the hard copies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Ss9lDAlzpdI/AAAAAAAAAuw/MeQBC0uwUbU/s400/January2005+015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390638381358360018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I grab hold of my first digicam after I sold my drumset. Good thing my dear friend Emman shares the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;passion of taking pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; with me so we didn't think twice about sharing one camera. From then on, it has been endless. My digital photos are organized into folders according to dates or type of events and copied into CDs. Sometimes I sort them according to individuals and group of friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snapshots of my first-time &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;overseas travels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; like the ones in US and Singapore were creatively laid out in a scrap book. The pics were too many that I had to combine two large self-adhesive albums into one and drive a nail through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Countless old photos &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;bring back memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of many wonderful moments. And surprisingly, my feelings at that moment seem to come alive. Those very special people may not cross paths with me again in the future. But at least I have my albums to remind me of the chapters of my life that they became a part of... which I would love to revisit over and over again for ages to come =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-5793513969105876092?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/5793513969105876092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/10/precious-moments-captured.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/5793513969105876092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/5793513969105876092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/10/precious-moments-captured.html' title='Precious Moments Captured'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Ss9lDAlzpdI/AAAAAAAAAuw/MeQBC0uwUbU/s72-c/January2005+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-8134739996136303120</id><published>2009-09-12T22:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T12:59:53.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sept 26 &gt; GJ Guen Joyce's Sweet 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;TO THOSE I'VE INVITED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiyee.. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feels like sweet 16&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;… This year, I’ll be celebrating my birthday (actual day’s 25th) with some good friends such as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I hope you can pop by so I can capture you into my “precious moments” album on my special day… hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’ll be a simple &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;chillaxing by the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with other friends. Food and drinks will be served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!! &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ou are more than welcome to add in some refreshments =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I only ordered catered food for 40 pax. The rest will be potbless. We also have room for alcoholic drinks. So yah, bring them in. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you going for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;F1 race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or have other dinner gatherings, you can come by before or after that. We'll be there til late night, possibly overnight if I choose to rent a chalet or pitch a tent nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;See details below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;When:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 26th Sept 2009 (Sat) 7pm onwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* I'll be there by 6pm straight from Mandarin class; My family will start setting up before that. If you can come early to help, it would be GREAT!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; East Coast Park BBQ Pit #38D Area D&lt;br /&gt;– In front of Goldkist Beach Resort (formerly Island Resort)&lt;br /&gt;– Walking distance from Carpark D2 or D3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;How to get there:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;By Bus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Take bus 401 from Bedok Interchange and alight at the bus stop behind the resort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;By Cab:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hop on a cab from Bedok MRT, costs around $5-7 per trip. Stop at carpark D2 and walk towards the front of the resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;By Car:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Park at either Carpark D2 or D3 then walk to the beachfront.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;RSVP: GJ - 9843 5024 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;or my bestie Myla - 83478587&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See you there!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Squ2U3kaXgI/AAAAAAAAAuo/FKgmT7ZHpK4/s1600-h/ECP_BBQpit38D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380594649454501378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Squ2U3kaXgI/AAAAAAAAAuo/FKgmT7ZHpK4/s400/ECP_BBQpit38D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-8134739996136303120?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/8134739996136303120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/09/sept-26-gj-guen-joyces-sweet-16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/8134739996136303120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/8134739996136303120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/09/sept-26-gj-guen-joyces-sweet-16.html' title='Sept 26 &gt; GJ Guen Joyce&apos;s Sweet 16'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Squ2U3kaXgI/AAAAAAAAAuo/FKgmT7ZHpK4/s72-c/ECP_BBQpit38D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-4290841068354592521</id><published>2009-08-30T23:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:33:24.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe - Faith Hill</title><content type='html'>My bestie Myla is here in SG and I got her to help me out on this one - "Breathe" by Faith Hill. We shared good laughs over this vid and I hope you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The first one's more of a serious look (like we can really feel the magic floating in the air) while the latter's kinda wacky and screwloose. 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WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364448759004257858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SnJZuWg73kI/AAAAAAAAAug/dQK7Slt4pS4/s200/28072009045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I became busier than ever at work since my partner had been taking sick leaves. My load was twice as much and the demands of the management increased. To make it worse, with all the flu virus spreading around, I caught it myself (and my teammates at Marketing, too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday afternoon I was already feeling weak and feverish. A mild asthma attack also triggered. If it wasn't necessary for me to find a venue for Sunday's gathering of mission teams, I wouldn't have walked around the city area for hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got h0me, I just lay flat on my bed. My brother took my temperature. I was burning hot at 40 degrees. I went to the clinic on Thursday and was given loads of medicine, including Tamiflu (for H1N1). I am not confirmed to have H1N1 but the doc advised me to take it anyway because 53% of those with flu have H1N1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SnJZDqUHkcI/AAAAAAAAAuY/950iuMdHcxc/s1600-h/31072009060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364448025584832962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SnJZDqUHkcI/AAAAAAAAAuY/950iuMdHcxc/s200/31072009060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My fever subsided after taking Tamiflu. I have gained back my energy. $65 for 10 capsules seem worth it at all. I'm just a bit worried about the side effects (more on the psychiatric part, hehe). I'm sure to get back in action soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad I had to miss FOP and 2 days of work. I should be a-ok in time for the church's anniversary celebration on Sunday. By the way, God has blessed me with 5 deals yesterday. I hope there'll be more to come today so I can have a good record for July. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SnJYoEoRyoI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/8cn8PbqCYGY/s1600-h/31072009058.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SnJYoEoRyoI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/8cn8PbqCYGY/s1600-h/31072009058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364447551612373634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SnJYoEoRyoI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/8cn8PbqCYGY/s200/31072009058.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I end, I'd like to publicly appreciate my dearest Mom for taking care of me. She took leave from work just to look after me and accompany me to the clinic. I've been enjoying homecooked meals that are super delicious. Also, a friend of mine from overseas keeps me company via Skype and gives me so many reasons to laugh=) And there's Dr. Bernard's cd on "Positioned for Success" that inspires me to succeed in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, just got off the phone with my boss. She asked me to call my clients from home. I'd gladly do it since my golden voice is back now. I just cant push myself too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. Til my next entry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-5814938328089172094?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/5814938328089172094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/07/busy-bees-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/5814938328089172094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/5814938328089172094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/07/busy-bees-sick.html' title='Busy Bee&apos;s Sick'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SnJZuWg73kI/AAAAAAAAAug/dQK7Slt4pS4/s72-c/28072009045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-1680790413697402509</id><published>2009-07-18T15:40:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T01:38:55.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Here - Tutorial</title><content type='html'>I'm not yet good with the muting so I did this the strumming way. I made it simple and without the triplets and other keme.. Ending was a mess, too. Nevertheless, happy playing! I know you can have a better version soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Pasensya na sa ngongong boses ko. I-mute mo na lang. At least kita mo yung mga daliri at pag-strum ko. Haha! Sore throat and colds, leave me asap!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a629f9a485d92074" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da629f9a485d92074%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330332702%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D515DC49B9652FFBEF4111BFBA36914B022B7C50.4FABECF3923913C4233463F99D82308438AC447D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da629f9a485d92074%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DplZ_6SNzcuO1nzbptjVxKWlQ43o&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da629f9a485d92074%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330332702%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D515DC49B9652FFBEF4111BFBA36914B022B7C50.4FABECF3923913C4233463F99D82308438AC447D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da629f9a485d92074%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DplZ_6SNzcuO1nzbptjVxKWlQ43o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The one below is the 1-2-3 downstrokes with tap.. not the melodic type though.. and the ending's kinda KSP.. hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d3d4bd5f23cc331e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd3d4bd5f23cc331e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330332702%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D507054868F204E155676FA3177C23F913F65ED2C.27A5E244517C7EEC2F801218AF5BF8C99EB5CB21%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd3d4bd5f23cc331e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8Br00eJOrkCtK1PzpH08RZLKyDM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd3d4bd5f23cc331e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330332702%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D507054868F204E155676FA3177C23F913F65ED2C.27A5E244517C7EEC2F801218AF5BF8C99EB5CB21%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd3d4bd5f23cc331e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8Br00eJOrkCtK1PzpH08RZLKyDM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-1680790413697402509?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a629f9a485d92074&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d3d4bd5f23cc331e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/1680790413697402509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-here-tutorial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/1680790413697402509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/1680790413697402509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-here-tutorial.html' title='Back Here - Tutorial'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-931273295483543391</id><published>2009-07-08T23:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:49:08.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way You Look At Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a726ee435ad86bc8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da726ee435ad86bc8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330332702%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4B3EE6F5E7E72C53E8139FEFF6D7D3D9F2981FB.14CC23D7C7A47989368B77F6644ACCE309B444D8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da726ee435ad86bc8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvY0vJ8_jb5b4AFaP3MYfoMfSKzY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da726ee435ad86bc8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330332702%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4B3EE6F5E7E72C53E8139FEFF6D7D3D9F2981FB.14CC23D7C7A47989368B77F6644ACCE309B444D8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da726ee435ad86bc8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvY0vJ8_jb5b4AFaP3MYfoMfSKzY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another lovely song.. by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Christian Bautista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;About those eyes that look deeply into one's soul.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and sees the best within.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(my own eyes were too shy to be seen here though *wink*wink*)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-931273295483543391?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a726ee435ad86bc8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/931273295483543391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/07/way-you-look-at-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/931273295483543391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/931273295483543391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/07/way-you-look-at-me.html' title='The Way You Look At Me'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-878812652092466495</id><published>2009-07-04T22:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T01:58:25.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God It's Saturday</title><content type='html'>My Saturdays, since I transferred to the adult CG, have been pretty relaxing. It also allows me to do the things I put off during my busy weekdays, like cleaning the house, organizing my messy stuff, and blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sk97uHqa40I/AAAAAAAAAuA/OJsH4uLXk8A/s1600-h/PstKong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354634514227979074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sk97uHqa40I/AAAAAAAAAuA/OJsH4uLXk8A/s200/PstKong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I got the most unexpected call ever.. from Pst Kong!!! I thought I was dreaming but yah, it was really him. Pak Roy (my dear friend and mission team host from Indonesia) used his phone to call me. PK goes on to say, "Hi, GJ.. I just called to say 'hi'. I'm here in Malang for meetings and flying off to LA later." Then he asked other stuff like my last name, what am I working as, blah blah blah.. Still in shock, I updated my FB status and told the people about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sk97koaOH3I/AAAAAAAAAt4/o8beA9v2GmY/s1600-h/07042009642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354634351219711858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sk97koaOH3I/AAAAAAAAAt4/o8beA9v2GmY/s200/07042009642.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Afterwards, my Mom and I cabbed down to Scent Discovery for my spa treat. I got it as incentive from my boss for meeting my weekly target. Lunch at Sakae Sushi followed that relaxing massage (but the pic here was taken during dinner at Swensens). On the way back, I passed by the post office to collect a parcel from US. It was a card with lots of thoughtful words written inside. And some precious keepsake. *wink*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a free and easy day. Back in my room I played the guitar and worked on the minor, major and Ionian scales. After a heart-felt playing of "Draw Me", I meditated on Pst Kong's blog entry on "Redeeming Time" and even commented on it. It made me ponder on how I've been spending my hours each day. If I really want my life to count, I better invest it on that which truly matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sk95EjSGK_I/AAAAAAAAAto/YabnqphwMB8/s1600-h/07042009643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354631601064389618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sk95EjSGK_I/AAAAAAAAAto/YabnqphwMB8/s200/07042009643.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By 6pm I was already with my Mom for our bonding moment part 2. We headed to Parkway Parade to buy groceries. From there I scored a new ride for myself.. a brand new bicycle! Two of my old bikes were stolen before so I dare not buy an expensive one. I rode on wheels back home while a friend of mine keeps me company on the phone. It'll&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sk94kxqzuGI/AAAAAAAAAtY/VUytMa2EqJc/s1600-h/07042009643.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; be easier for me to go to Bedok Reservoir or East Coast Park for moments of reflection and solitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been thinking about our family lately, imagining how we're gonna be few years down the road. Dandan wants to take up college in Manila next year while Papa looks after him there. Mom intends to work here in Singapore while she can and I will most likely be settling here as a citizen once my application gets approved. Retirement's too far for me to think about it. Then for Gjo and Kat, I suppose they plan to continue working here for a living. Oh well.. so much of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sk97kaE3w2I/AAAAAAAAAtw/KiWOvEbm-q0/s1600-h/Lake%2520House%25202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 123px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354634347372069730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sk97kaE3w2I/AAAAAAAAAtw/KiWOvEbm-q0/s200/Lake%2520House%25202.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess this is all for now. The Lakehouse VCD I bought yesterday is trying to catch my attention. Since I don't have to wake up as early as usual on a Sunday morning, maybe I can spare some hours to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool Ghij signing off..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-878812652092466495?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/878812652092466495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-god-its-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/878812652092466495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/878812652092466495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-god-its-saturday.html' title='Thank God It&apos;s Saturday'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sk97uHqa40I/AAAAAAAAAuA/OJsH4uLXk8A/s72-c/PstKong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-3445392993407209744</id><published>2009-07-03T23:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T01:04:00.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RuBiK's CuBe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sk41Qp2l8wI/AAAAAAAAAsw/QChMJZb3H8w/s1600-h/rubiks-cube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354275567219110658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sk41Qp2l8wI/AAAAAAAAAsw/QChMJZb3H8w/s200/rubiks-cube.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the morning rev-up we were told to draw something that best represents us. Time and time again, I would draw a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rubik's Cube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as the object that describes me. Why is it so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;# It's multi-dimensional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take on different roles: as a daughter, sister, employee, colleague, leader, mentor, churchmate, and friend. And by it, various personalities come into play. In a family setting, I am seen as filial, strict and responsible. But when out with close friends, I goof around a lot. At work, the driven, quiet, serious Joyce is more obvious but when the clock nears 6pm, the lively care-free GJ comes along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can have tremendous fun with family and friends and also enjoy my own company, me, myself and I. I easily get happy and excited yet slide the other way when sentimental moments come. I can talk confidently before a crowd and speak out my mind when necessary. However, when it comes to heart issues and anything that has to deal with emotions, nothing seems to flow out of my mouth. I can be a tough customer to please yet my soft side easily says 'yes' even when I don't want to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;# A little bit of this, a little bit of that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When trying to solve the Rubik's cube, colors get mixed up. You'll see some red joined with the blue, or some green cubes beside the yellow ones. Some of my traits show at an angle, and a few of another is seen in a different setting. They're all a part of me, not just totally seen at one time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;# It takes time to figure me out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One's ability to get the solid colors done depends on the time he spends playing the Rubik's Cube. Just the same, it may take some time to figure me out. The more a person gets exposed to my circles of relationship, the more he or she understands how I go about doing things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;# It's simply colorful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Versatile. Multi-faceted. Multi-talented. Totally spiced up and not the boring kind of life! Coolness! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354271784554262466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sk4x0eVA78I/AAAAAAAAAso/v-TqMemmk7g/s320/06302009542.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-3445392993407209744?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/3445392993407209744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/07/rubiks-cube.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/3445392993407209744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/3445392993407209744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/07/rubiks-cube.html' title='RuBiK&apos;s CuBe'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sk41Qp2l8wI/AAAAAAAAAsw/QChMJZb3H8w/s72-c/rubiks-cube.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-79835617893122167</id><published>2009-06-30T23:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T01:16:27.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look..Shocking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sk47fpbfTkI/AAAAAAAAAs4/02NztvIqo3g/s1600-h/07032009608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 185px; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354282421873233474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sk47fpbfTkI/AAAAAAAAAs4/02NztvIqo3g/s200/07032009608.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SkuWXZCLH-I/AAAAAAAAAsY/-6Ijn-aOgxE/s1600-h/07012009579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 183px; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353537910661128162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SkuWXZCLH-I/AAAAAAAAAsY/-6Ijn-aOgxE/s200/07012009579.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check out who's the new girl in the office&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sk47gZUGzYI/AAAAAAAAAtI/iKESLfLCcWQ/s1600-h/07032009636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 189px; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354282434727169410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sk47gZUGzYI/AAAAAAAAAtI/iKESLfLCcWQ/s200/07032009636.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'm too shy to share this on FB so I just thought of pouring it all out here. With my brobro offering his "expertise" on vanity stuff, I decided to have a different hairstyle beyond the usual. I'm pretty alright despite the sad fact that I miss my long hair. I have to learn how to love this new addition to my head. Yes, it's the fringe! A real shocker! Oh well.. A couple of months more and I'll get my long hair back. Hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sk47gMWjNkI/AAAAAAAAAtA/6IT4nch45Iw/s1600-h/07032009626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 136px; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354282431247758914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sk47gMWjNkI/AAAAAAAAAtA/6IT4nch45Iw/s200/07032009626.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SkuVq_650AI/AAAAAAAAArw/p-ThIHu2I2Y/s1600-h/07012009592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 130px; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353537148005502978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SkuVq_650AI/AAAAAAAAArw/p-ThIHu2I2Y/s200/07012009592.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SkuVrqe0qBI/AAAAAAAAAsA/5AXTggeRLoQ/s1600-h/07012009594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 133px; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353537159430449170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SkuVrqe0qBI/AAAAAAAAAsA/5AXTggeRLoQ/s200/07012009594.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SkuVrNvp3rI/AAAAAAAAAr4/9qwottrm69w/s1600-h/07012009597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 140px; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353537151716417202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SkuVrNvp3rI/AAAAAAAAAr4/9qwottrm69w/s200/07012009597.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Skozu-QmcvI/AAAAAAAAArY/bPEOBzg8v1I/s1600-h/06302009547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 131px; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353147989162881778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Skozu-QmcvI/AAAAAAAAArY/bPEOBzg8v1I/s200/06302009547.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SkozuPUZSSI/AAAAAAAAArI/vxWncpxB4Zc/s1600-h/06302009562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 138px; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353147976562329890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SkozuPUZSSI/AAAAAAAAArI/vxWncpxB4Zc/s200/06302009562.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SkozuszC_0I/AAAAAAAAArQ/7qpGYLlqm5M/s1600-h/06302009563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 136px; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353147984475520834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SkozuszC_0I/AAAAAAAAArQ/7qpGYLlqm5M/s200/06302009563.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-79835617893122167?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/79835617893122167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-lookshocking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/79835617893122167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/79835617893122167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-lookshocking.html' title='New Look..Shocking!'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sk47fpbfTkI/AAAAAAAAAs4/02NztvIqo3g/s72-c/07032009608.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-353867230852984244</id><published>2009-06-22T00:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T12:18:20.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Daddy Cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SkBXG-ftz2I/AAAAAAAAArA/Uzw5RFtLK3Y/s1600-h/kiddie+ghij+and+baby+gjo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350372134683004770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SkBXG-ftz2I/AAAAAAAAArA/Uzw5RFtLK3Y/s200/kiddie+ghij+and+baby+gjo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Daddy Cool,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Father's Day once again. I don't remember ever greeting you face to face on that special day. This message goes out to you for you are my one and only Dad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today in church they staged a drama about a father's love. It must have been your desire to provide for us that led you away from us. How I wish I could turn back time. How I wish you made me understand even as a young child. All I thought was that you left us in exchange for a better life as a declared bachelor in America. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watching that guy portray the father in coma, I remember the sight of you when you were in your death bed. I know you heard us say our endless "I love you's"... and could hear the songs I sang for you over the phone. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You may be gone for the longest time but I know we'll meet again. When that day comes, I'd get to laugh at your countless jokes once again. We can goof around and act in childish ways. I can hug you real tight and circle my hand around your big belly like a playful little girl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SkBW3C2siVI/AAAAAAAAAq4/XP-FH-EPr-c/s1600-h/astro+gj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350371860975225170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SkBW3C2siVI/AAAAAAAAAq4/XP-FH-EPr-c/s200/astro+gj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can shout out loud that I have a father and that I've got the coolest Dad there is. On that day, I get to be your daughter once again, regardless of what your US documents state. We can talk about life together and I can hear your fatherly advices to guide me along the way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad, I miss you so much. I'll always be your princess. Gjo and I will always be your precious gems.. and you'll always be a precious father to us. Happy Father's Day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. Say "hi" to Papa Jesus for me. You both rock! Hehe.. Hhhmmmwaaah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-353867230852984244?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/353867230852984244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-daddy-cool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/353867230852984244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/353867230852984244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-daddy-cool.html' title='Dear Daddy Cool'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SkBXG-ftz2I/AAAAAAAAArA/Uzw5RFtLK3Y/s72-c/kiddie+ghij+and+baby+gjo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-2830615044842122563</id><published>2009-06-20T00:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T01:52:34.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Therapeutic Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SjvJ6WVwrGI/AAAAAAAAAqY/GMYd4b1mSzQ/s1600-h/Unblock+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 147px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349090986699041890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SjvJ6WVwrGI/AAAAAAAAAqY/GMYd4b1mSzQ/s320/Unblock+Me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been engrossed with mind games these past few days. Thanks to my friend Monica who introduced me to "Unblock Me" and colleague Judy who brought back with her "Solitaire" from her holiday in Mauritius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a great deal of workout for my brain because of these games. Before I share some revelations I had about playing them, let me give you an update on my current emotional status:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost instantly after being super high and up on a cloud 9 experience during my holiday, I found myself in a valley of sorrow. And it all had to deal with relationships. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cold war between parents, their misunderstanding with Gjo and sis-in-law, youngest bro with some personal issues, "tampuhan" with best friend Myla and long-lost friend Monica going back to US.. These situations affected me terribly! And having lost touch with close friends made it worse. Our usual Thursday gang has not been meeting up as a group for the last four weeks now and I hardly met up with my buddies Gina and Jeanne. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The current restructuring in the office was a shock for me, too. I was glad to have my partner Julie back in EQ then suddenly she's sent back to Sales again after 8 weeks of trying it out. John, my partner in crime, has shifted into serious mode and barely talks to me and I just can't figure out what's going on. But yah, as he would say.. "It'll take time..Things happen for a reason" So yah, I'm on standby for whatever comes. Just coolness ever.. even with my new partner Jojo who I'm trying to jive with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the games: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Unblock Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is an application I have on my itouch. The aim is to get the red block through the hole on the other end. You would need to rearrange the other wooden blocks to make way for it. It has just been 2 days and I'm about to reach level 200. I'm starting to get addicted to it =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SjvI-4KkwTI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/UV5d5CGtI1M/s1600-h/06172009488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349089964986777906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SjvI-4KkwTI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/UV5d5CGtI1M/s200/06172009488.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've always known &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Solitaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as the one played with cards but this time, they're actually colorful granite balls on a wooden plate! It is played like chinese checkers or "dama" for us Filipinos. The difference is that you are playing on your own and the challenge is to have just one ball left after all the ball-jumping moves. Some life learnings I discovered through these forms of entertainment:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Life is a game you play while you have breath. There's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no game over&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;while you're still alive! You just have to go through it so don't give up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; You may find yourself stuck in a tight situation where there seems to be no way to get through. But as you look at it at a different angle, a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;new way of doing things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; show up. What seems to be impossible now becomes possible. A little slide here, some moves over there, and you'd see the whole thing in a different dimension.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Life is a bundle of choices, you'll never run out of it. It's just a matter of doing the right thing at the right time with the right people in the right way. There's room for trial and error though. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Experience is the best way to learn!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; It's alright to make mistakes. You'll get better one step at a time and along the way you'll discover an even &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wiser and better tactic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; There are times when I get too emotional and distracted that I don't feel like playing. I had to admit that my strategy in playing is affected by the mood swings. But then, I just &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;keep on going&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; despite it all. Then... voila! I still get to where I wanted to be..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; These games keep my mind off sad thoughts for a moment. So it helps in some way. It also realigns my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;focus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at work and concentrate on hitting my KPIs. (That's good news for Saloni..hehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-2830615044842122563?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/2830615044842122563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/06/therapeutic-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/2830615044842122563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/2830615044842122563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/06/therapeutic-game.html' title='Therapeutic Game'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SjvJ6WVwrGI/AAAAAAAAAqY/GMYd4b1mSzQ/s72-c/Unblock+Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-2811549365337227087</id><published>2009-06-14T01:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:52:25.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What If? (M-Video)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8ee5cebe8f338303" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8ee5cebe8f338303%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330332702%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4CAE2D2B58A5B0579B2879A9172D688D9CECA15A.859202E899045B4575AE9FA24066AC36FA105203%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8ee5cebe8f338303%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFd2y0Lzba7PcpLLRTWuY3hiXwGc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8ee5cebe8f338303%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330332702%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4CAE2D2B58A5B0579B2879A9172D688D9CECA15A.859202E899045B4575AE9FA24066AC36FA105203%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8ee5cebe8f338303%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFd2y0Lzba7PcpLLRTWuY3hiXwGc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To someone I love dearly that it hurts.. real bad..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-2811549365337227087?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8ee5cebe8f338303&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/2811549365337227087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-if-m-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/2811549365337227087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/2811549365337227087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-if-m-video.html' title='What If? (M-Video)'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-4808172831060009804</id><published>2009-06-14T01:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:53:03.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seize Every Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3a69a3d26a773989" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3a69a3d26a773989%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330332702%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D208FA61B9249E53050529AF7DC2EE25D8DC97F22.42441CCC9B20B9CFE11E5326DB09B06406012459%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3a69a3d26a773989%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSMA2ON6pjpWAFYvUtB7m9G-kDHU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3a69a3d26a773989%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330332702%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D208FA61B9249E53050529AF7DC2EE25D8DC97F22.42441CCC9B20B9CFE11E5326DB09B06406012459%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3a69a3d26a773989%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSMA2ON6pjpWAFYvUtB7m9G-kDHU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-4808172831060009804?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3a69a3d26a773989&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/4808172831060009804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/06/seize-every-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/4808172831060009804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/4808172831060009804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/06/seize-every-moment.html' title='Seize Every Moment'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-1234095884294840676</id><published>2009-06-11T12:14:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:50:04.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love To Travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SjEJ3E0dgyI/AAAAAAAAApo/DIBw7KYBe_Y/s1600-h/GMicks+518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 156px; HEIGHT: 121px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346065074456724258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SjEJ3E0dgyI/AAAAAAAAApo/DIBw7KYBe_Y/s200/GMicks+518.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SjEJ3Y5SXvI/AAAAAAAAApw/JtIc3Nerv7E/s1600-h/GMicks+543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 163px; HEIGHT: 123px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346065079845674738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SjEJ3Y5SXvI/AAAAAAAAApw/JtIc3Nerv7E/s200/GMicks+543.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SjEJ2V8LGCI/AAAAAAAAApQ/uuvoRb1aLAk/s1600-h/GMicks+175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346065061872605218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SjEJ2V8LGCI/AAAAAAAAApQ/uuvoRb1aLAk/s200/GMicks+175.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SjEJ2yMidpI/AAAAAAAAApg/eh6wBCSE1FI/s1600-h/GMicks+503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 158px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346065069457438354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SjEJ2yMidpI/AAAAAAAAApg/eh6wBCSE1FI/s200/GMicks+503.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SjEJ2vWh18I/AAAAAAAAApY/g__d1vreQMw/s1600-h/GMicks+474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 159px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346065068694034370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SjEJ2vWh18I/AAAAAAAAApY/g__d1vreQMw/s200/GMicks+474.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Passport, cap, shades, backpack, water bottle, shorts, trekking sandals, etc. I was on my travel gear these past few days and had loads of fun going around neighboring countries (Indonesia and Malaysia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have been a flight stewardess with this zest that I have for travel adventure. And yes, I certainly enjoy doing video clips everytime I'm out of town. My secret part-time "dream job" is to become a travel TV host. Amazing Race, Globetrotters, "Trip na Trip" or any TV show featuring awesome places, adventure sports, people and culture are among my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What is it about trips that I love most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Here are some reasons why travelling is my thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;New Experiences:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It brings me to an unusual place out of my usual environment. There are new people to meet, different varieties of food to eat and with that, new experiences are encountered.. so fresh and out of the norm. And yes, stress-free and happy-happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;New Angle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am able to get a different view of life, a new perspective of things. I remember my uncle Gary encouraging me to travel. He says that it opens up my mind to different dimensions, enabling me to discover new horizons. People-watching in New York, painting walls at an orphanage in Indonesia, pushing an ATV 14,000 ft atop a mountain in Colorado, waiting for almost an hour for a train in Malaysia, watching the sunset in Bali, bunking in with strangers at a backpackers inn in Hawaii.. these and many others take me to realizations not offered by a normal 5-day job and simple living in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Culture Discovery:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It's simply awesome to watch people do things differently. Getting exposed to other people's values get me thinking of my own. I get pointers for learning and from there I pick what can make me a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Appreciation of Life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Oftentimes we lose sight of the good things we have. Traveling allows moments of reflection and brings me a greater sense of gratitude for life's simple pleasures. Sadly, they are often taken for granted because we get too busy to stop, look and listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Captured Precious Moments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Camera is a must-bring, of course! Relive those wonderful memories and refresh your mind as to how it felt being out there. The joy, thrill and excitement.. the jokes and crazy laughs you shared with travel companions.. obstacles and difficulties triumphed over.. It's a great therapy everytime you're bogged down by stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightee.. I'm signing off here. I hope my dear readers end up planning their next getaway after reading this entry. There's a great adventure waiting for you out there! Tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I got my holiday pictures posted on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Go and drool over them.. Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-1234095884294840676?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/1234095884294840676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-i-love-to-travel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/1234095884294840676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/1234095884294840676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-i-love-to-travel.html' title='Why I Love To Travel'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SjEJ3E0dgyI/AAAAAAAAApo/DIBw7KYBe_Y/s72-c/GMicks+518.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-7834578802405687580</id><published>2009-05-15T23:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T01:58:32.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 + 2 + 1 = FAMILY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was just me and my brother who lived with our mom for more than a decade after Dad deserted us. As Mom's 8-year old sidekick, I had to learn the house chores and run errands for the family of three. (Laundry, ironing, house cleaning, ATM transactions, commuting by myself, etc). Growing up with a mom-and-dad-in-one, I became an eyewitness to how hard the life of a single mother was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sg2q1Q56rMI/AAAAAAAAApA/2jXMAoLQ6WI/s1600-h/1_533545819l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336108965551582402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sg2q1Q56rMI/AAAAAAAAApA/2jXMAoLQ6WI/s320/1_533545819l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was struggling through life trying to make both ends meet. Tight budget, overtime work.. and two kids to raise were truly a handful! My mother's frustrations and disappointments were beyond imagination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fortunately, we were not alone. Great friends surrounded us. Neighbors, my mom's colleagues and students, and churchmates became like a family to us. We lived in various locations in Philippines every year and in each vicinity, a kindhearted community attended to us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 1990, Mom remarried and our next-door neighbor became our stepdad. Two years after that, she gave birth to my youngest brother, Daniel. It was exciting to have a "restructured" family. "Yey, we're now complete", thought this hopeful 12-year old girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sg2q1anZ7SI/AAAAAAAAAo4/kUt_DigxnnI/s1600-h/FamilyPortrait_MothersDay_Scan.JPG001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336108968158293282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sg2q1anZ7SI/AAAAAAAAAo4/kUt_DigxnnI/s320/FamilyPortrait_MothersDay_Scan.JPG001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things were going pretty well until Papa (my stepfather) decided to quit his vocation as a seafarer to live with us (on land) permanently. Personality clashes and conflicts started to arise and this 18-year old teenager just couldn't accept any rules at home. Things had been ok without a man to lead the household. We were coping up and doing well til he stepped in to be a "father" to us. Those were the roughest years of my life and I had to learn my lesson the hard way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I despised my family and withdrew from them while I was in my university years. I easily got irritated coming home on weekends. I'd rather have things my way with no naggers and an ironman around. My life was built around my peers and that's the way I liked it. After I gave up my apartment and resided with my family, I occasionally ran away from home because I just couldn't stand being controlled over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully God has been patient with me and He never gave up on me. Relationships that satisfied me for a time eventually tore me into pieces. I was lost and I only had God and my family to turn to. I had to learn to submit and obey even when I didn't understand. How I wish I could say it was easy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A change of heart took place and in that process I began to see things differently. My mind became open to different perspectives. My ears that used to play deaf to unwanted words now would take time to listen and hear beyond what was said. My eyes that once judged according to what is tangibly seen now look beyond and deep into the invisible. The "me, myself and I" learned to put herself into someone else's shoes (Oops..I got longer feet than most ladies. Haha!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sg2q1sOeXqI/AAAAAAAAApI/-RoJw7Z-1zk/s1600-h/n530980220_5320140_955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336108972885565090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sg2q1sOeXqI/AAAAAAAAApI/-RoJw7Z-1zk/s320/n530980220_5320140_955.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the years, the appreciation of my family has grown. I refuse to follow the pattern of broken families that ended up in despair. I am here to protect and enrich what I have. I would certainly be at the forefront of the peacemakers club should there be conflicts arising among us. Now that we have a new member in the family (and more to come), I hope we can all together keep and leave a legacy for generations to follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I can only do so much. We may be members of the same family but have different values and beliefs in life. We assess things in different ways. Regardless of that, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;a family is a family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And I am glad to be learning how to bring in that"family feel" into my circles of influence at present. It brings so much joy and fulfillment in relationships!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to admit, I have failed at consistently setting the right example to the younger souls that watched my life years back. I hope it is never too late for me to do that now. I pray it's never too late for them to realize...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-7834578802405687580?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/7834578802405687580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-2-1-family.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/7834578802405687580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/7834578802405687580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-2-1-family.html' title='3 + 2 + 1 = FAMILY'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sg2q1Q56rMI/AAAAAAAAApA/2jXMAoLQ6WI/s72-c/1_533545819l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-5144357579483694179</id><published>2009-05-09T20:05:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:30:56.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Days in Phils..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yey! I got to be in Manila for a quick weekend getaway with friends! (more pics on my FB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;DAY 1: Bangagerzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already at the airport by 1030pm straight after cell group meeting in Bishan. Doink!#$%^ My supposed 1240am flight was delayed to 2am! So I was like a walking zombie there. It's these times you wish you can be on facebook all throughout that 3-hour wait. 30-min internet access at the terminal were good enough though. Thank God for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: 6am = Met my high school friend Emman at the T3 airport in Manila. And yes, we headed down to Jollibee! I ate "Super Breakfast Joys". It looked more like a kiddie meal for a fat kid..a lil bit of this and that. But it was superb in taste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(Morning)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (a) UP Naming Mahal = Then we drove around the university campus (UP Diliman). Nothing has changed much. Countless memories flashed before me. (b) Dental Appointment = I just dropped my luggage at our house in Quezon City, took a bath then zoomed my way to the dentist. (c) Morning Jam = I was done earlier than expected so I grabbed white choco mocha at SM North. Bestie Myla called and since my lunchdate was held up in Pampanga, I joined her to their house nearby for lunch with her whole family. Myla's brother is a big shot now, and a successful seafarer. Man, I love his gadgets! He has a mini music studio in his room. So yah.. we jammed for a couple of hours. Myla sings her heart out! Such talented people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWmrgW53DI/AAAAAAAAAno/w_CSQGJmGlU/s1600-h/CIMG9173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333852600040807474" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWmrgW53DI/AAAAAAAAAno/w_CSQGJmGlU/s200/CIMG9173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWmrywVhxI/AAAAAAAAAnw/4MtuAcKKxlY/s1600-h/CIMG9178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333852604979316498" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWmrywVhxI/AAAAAAAAAnw/4MtuAcKKxlY/s200/CIMG9178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWmsC0d7zI/AAAAAAAAAn4/fW5Gj-VmX8c/s1600-h/CIMG9184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333852609291611954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWmsC0d7zI/AAAAAAAAAn4/fW5Gj-VmX8c/s200/CIMG9184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(Afternoon til Night)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Bestie accompanied me to my elementary school friend Aimee (Grade 5 &amp;amp; 6). We last met in 2004. It's refreshing to be catch up with her again. And yah, she and her siblings are becoming more good-looking over the years! After a serving of cheese ice cream, we went to TriNoma. There I visited an old friend from college, Gayzelle. She's now the store manager of Italiannis Trinoma. (Dami rin naming kalokohan niyan dati!) Then Myla girl gladly helped me scout for a dress for Sat wedding. (I'm bad at shopping, I tell you). While waiting for the dress to be altered, we filled our stomachs with Italian food (Bigoli) and watched Wolverine (and almost froze to death). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWYfsKI3UI/AAAAAAAAAnA/-tI3QvTFtdE/s1600-h/CIMG9192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333837003887271234" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWYfsKI3UI/AAAAAAAAAnA/-tI3QvTFtdE/s200/CIMG9192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWYf2zUodI/AAAAAAAAAnI/XyhfibmTu-U/s1600-h/CIMG9193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333837006744363474" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWYf2zUodI/AAAAAAAAAnI/XyhfibmTu-U/s200/CIMG9193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(Late Night)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So tired and wanting to go home, I rode on the FX to Fairview. I was a bit paranoid about taking the public transport. It went well until I squeezed into a jeepney. A guy beside me was strangely sniffing..Weird. Anyway, I got home safely in one piece. Minutes later, my high school best friend Dofie and her husband came by. I wasn't in my cherpy mode any more as i was dead tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWYgINVgGI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/NGopQh2Dw08/s1600-h/CIMG9196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333837011416875106" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWYgINVgGI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/NGopQh2Dw08/s200/CIMG9196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 2: Wedding at Punta Fuego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragging myself out of bed, I quickly showered, dressed up and met Tinkerbell who fetched me from my house. We went back to their house for a morning chat with her parents. Afterwards we started a 4-hour ride down south. We felt our tummies growling so during lunchtime we ate chicken inasal in Tagaytay. See the video below taken at Punta Fuego. I felt like one of the "rich and famous". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWYgcO7SNI/AAAAAAAAAnY/HkeLcK6De8U/s1600-h/CIMG9198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333837016792254674" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWYgcO7SNI/AAAAAAAAAnY/HkeLcK6De8U/s200/CIMG9198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWmsZX5SzI/AAAAAAAAAoI/zzR3PsPtgps/s1600-h/CIMG9250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333852615345785650" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWmsZX5SzI/AAAAAAAAAoI/zzR3PsPtgps/s200/CIMG9250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWmsX9KtVI/AAAAAAAAAoA/ufpvDtzG2MY/s1600-h/CIMG9212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333852614965245266" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWmsX9KtVI/AAAAAAAAAoA/ufpvDtzG2MY/s200/CIMG9212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWYgZv0GMI/AAAAAAAAAng/uHh4EXaGaus/s1600-h/CIMG9200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333837016124889282" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWYgZv0GMI/AAAAAAAAAng/uHh4EXaGaus/s200/CIMG9200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5b8bb66de5d88af8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5b8bb66de5d88af8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330332702%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7410D736F467E9636B70EB8A1E47144E3C080965.5DD41E7FB94833D60CECE558E700FB00EB4C0C7B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5b8bb66de5d88af8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dm4SSK4QionpxCxuYRjqgRFCuhw4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5b8bb66de5d88af8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330332702%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7410D736F467E9636B70EB8A1E47144E3C080965.5DD41E7FB94833D60CECE558E700FB00EB4C0C7B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5b8bb66de5d88af8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dm4SSK4QionpxCxuYRjqgRFCuhw4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 3: After 10 Years..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was found in church on Sunday morning after munching my favorite Argentina corned beef (tiny tin can below; serves 1!). A lot of my childhood friends were no longer there, even my bandmates. They have moved to other places and changed church, too. Sadly, some have drifted away and backslid. Straight after service, I rushed to Gateway in Cubao. There I met up with my once fellow youth leaders (90's). It was an inspiring moment seeing them burning on for the Lord. However, sorrow came to me upon hearing about those who have gone the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWTJz9z_jI/AAAAAAAAAlI/3ERr-JiuvMw/s1600-h/CIMG9295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333831130467794482" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWTJz9z_jI/AAAAAAAAAlI/3ERr-JiuvMw/s200/CIMG9295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWTKxkGh0I/AAAAAAAAAlo/5r9lpqj_mAk/s1600-h/CIMG9297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333831147002955586" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWTKxkGh0I/AAAAAAAAAlo/5r9lpqj_mAk/s200/CIMG9297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWTKNtk6EI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Phw-RSHoQL8/s1600-h/CIMG9301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333831137379018818" style="WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWTKNtk6EI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Phw-RSHoQL8/s200/CIMG9301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWTKZCzvZI/AAAAAAAAAlY/TrAS5CBUnFk/s1600-h/CIMG9302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333831140420861330" style="WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWTKZCzvZI/AAAAAAAAAlY/TrAS5CBUnFk/s200/CIMG9302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 4: Shopping Spree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the last few days shopping around in malls and "tiangge" (flea market). Monday morning, I was already at SM North before 10am to queue for the body spa. I saved up on the early bird offer (50% discount). Noon time, Tin and I met again. Together with her mom, we went shopping in Tutuban. Super cheap and good deals! My haggling skills were put into action again. That's why I'm in sales...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWTKk19-LI/AAAAAAAAAlg/NUNlQyUKUYM/s1600-h/CIMG9306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333831143588231346" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWTKk19-LI/AAAAAAAAAlg/NUNlQyUKUYM/s200/CIMG9306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sga11LUqwpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/6-mUPxF-qnU/s1600-h/CIMG9310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334150733844103826" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sga11LUqwpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/6-mUPxF-qnU/s200/CIMG9310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sga11fPEjXI/AAAAAAAAAoY/KIxz08s4cjk/s1600-h/CIMG9311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334150739189337458" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sga11fPEjXI/AAAAAAAAAoY/KIxz08s4cjk/s200/CIMG9311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nighttime was my bonding moment with Kuya Jerry. He fetched me from home on his motorbike and zoomed to SM Fairview. Gerry's Grill is one of my favorite local restos so we scored a good meal there. 30 mins to closing, we rushed through grocery shopping at the supermarket. It rained heavily that evening so I had to cab home from the mall. Then packing time after midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sga11mbJPJI/AAAAAAAAAog/R8ZJFXbp45s/s1600-h/CIMG9317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334150741119024274" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sga11mbJPJI/AAAAAAAAAog/R8ZJFXbp45s/s200/CIMG9317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sga12Hj030I/AAAAAAAAAoo/3pxS52OQZeo/s1600-h/CIMG9320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334150750013808450" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sga12Hj030I/AAAAAAAAAoo/3pxS52OQZeo/s200/CIMG9320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 5: Babayoohoo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free and easy morning, I didn't have to wake up so early. After brunch, I went to see my dentist to collect my retainer and have the molar crown in place. Still wanting to see my ex-colleagues, I dropped by the hotel I used to work for and said hi to everyone. It was a heavy traffic jam to the airport. Our intended time for mall-strolling at Mall of Asia was shortened to an hour. Amazingly, we got the stuff I needed from 4 stores and even had enough time for sumptuous late lunch at Red Ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sga12VmQJQI/AAAAAAAAAow/nN0efVQ0zOc/s1600-h/CIMG9349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334150753782080770" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sga12VmQJQI/AAAAAAAAAow/nN0efVQ0zOc/s200/CIMG9349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWV8rPns5I/AAAAAAAAAlw/3p1xT6WO1Ro/s1600-h/CIMG9358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333834203323151250" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWV8rPns5I/AAAAAAAAAlw/3p1xT6WO1Ro/s200/CIMG9358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWV9GPmrtI/AAAAAAAAAmA/iyp-t4RSS1M/s1600-h/CIMG9360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333834210570841810" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWV9GPmrtI/AAAAAAAAAmA/iyp-t4RSS1M/s200/CIMG9360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWV87KTE-I/AAAAAAAAAl4/bW__nryoDP4/s1600-h/CIMG9359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333834207595795426" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWV87KTE-I/AAAAAAAAAl4/bW__nryoDP4/s200/CIMG9359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;630pm, I was at the airport. Mission accomplished again: finding one person without check-in baggage. My angel's name is Diane. I offered to carry her other bag. I'd rather do that than pay hundreds of bucks for excess baggage! Touchdown in Singapore: 1145pm. I was back in the office the next day. Coolness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWV9dntg_I/AAAAAAAAAmI/U_zGar6EfrM/s1600-h/CIMG9363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333834216845968370" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWV9dntg_I/AAAAAAAAAmI/U_zGar6EfrM/s200/CIMG9363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWV945q1OI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/oaBHqP6nDl4/s1600-h/CIMG9374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333834224169047266" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SgWV945q1OI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/oaBHqP6nDl4/s200/CIMG9374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-5144357579483694179?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' 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And take note that Bm is open here)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-3511159080389705656?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fe19823365642128&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/3511159080389705656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/04/alipin-strumss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/3511159080389705656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/3511159080389705656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/04/alipin-strumss.html' title='Alipin - Strumss..'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-627570845646929103</id><published>2009-04-11T10:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T10:52:50.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying Fit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SeAFoGmQNRI/AAAAAAAAAlA/TZiQdiGZ8ms/s1600-h/04082009234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SeAFoGmQNRI/AAAAAAAAAlA/TZiQdiGZ8ms/s200/04082009234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323260946075890962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C02%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The other night over dinner, my fellow Filipinos and I had a friendly chat with our hero, Pst Kong. We are so amazed about how he manages his super busy life while staying in great shape. Other than exercising his spiritual muscles, he never fails to keep his physical health in check. And mind you, he still works out at the gym and jogs a few kilometers. His body-hugging Ed Hardy shirts fit him perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I'd tell myself, "I can never be too tired or too busy. Just look at Pst Kong." But anyway, I am just posting some pics of me while trying to stay lean and healthy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SeADktRlZ-I/AAAAAAAAAk4/Qp-LY2EqqQ0/s1600-h/04012009217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SeADktRlZ-I/AAAAAAAAAk4/Qp-LY2EqqQ0/s320/04012009217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323258688715450338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SeADkTA6gZI/AAAAAAAAAkw/vTmJdsuAJtw/s1600-h/04112009253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SeADkTA6gZI/AAAAAAAAAkw/vTmJdsuAJtw/s320/04112009253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323258681666208146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SeADj7LE4PI/AAAAAAAAAkg/rvyiq5Q9glE/s1600-h/04112009247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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We are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; beyond the curse for His promise will endure.. 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-3677571130216604854</id><published>2009-03-18T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:53:32.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First of the 2-2-2</title><content type='html'>Days gone by and I have grown so fond of you&lt;br /&gt;From scared to frantic to a dreamy lunatic&lt;br /&gt;Someone I once knew came back into something new&lt;br /&gt;And I am glad of all the “2-2-2”, it’s you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, your voice I long to hear&lt;br /&gt;Distance isn’t a matter, You still seem so near&lt;br /&gt;Your giggles and chuckles, They do me great wonders&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t help it, My heart and mind ponders&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-3677571130216604854?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/3677571130216604854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-of-2-2-2_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/3677571130216604854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/3677571130216604854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-of-2-2-2_18.html' title='First of the 2-2-2'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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When you just want to get away from the normal routine.. and try to shut yourself off from your usual surrounding.. and get your eyes off your situation and onto another's..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day in the office seemed so long.. There's extra pressure when the spotlight's on you.. The heat is on and you're often put on the hotseat while everybody's checking you out.. You're surrounded by people measuring you up.. Thinking what makes you any special to be where you are now.. And there's that push on my end to prove myself and show them the reasons why it is so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about being in a team is that I've got people backing me up.. I am deeply humbled by the confidence placed on me by my superiors.. Oftentimes I feel I don't deserve to be highly esteemed in the eyes of many.. I am but an earthen vessel carrying glory that is not my own.. It belongs to the One whose strength is made perfect in my weakness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I am grateful.. And with that sense of gratitude comes a deeper commitment to deliver the best I've got..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a series of discussions, I was finally out of the office.. But was mentally and emotionally drained.. Amazingly, when I thought I had nothing more to give, the supply from above poured down.. And I found grace to keep on.. and with that, I was able to encourage three people despite needing the boost myself.. After an hour or so of meditation and music that soothes the soul, my mind is once again refreshed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, tomorrow's a brand new day.. Today's victory runs stale.. New triumph's on the way..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-468124963138538854?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/468124963138538854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-thats-left-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/468124963138538854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/468124963138538854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-thats-left-of-me.html' title='The Little That&apos;s Left of Me'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-6065480942836607072</id><published>2009-03-08T20:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:25:18.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Do I Go From Here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SbO3FjVzChI/AAAAAAAAAjI/W5hKJYe7u98/s1600-h/02202009113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310789691613841938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SbO3FjVzChI/AAAAAAAAAjI/W5hKJYe7u98/s200/02202009113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rubbing shoulders with goal-oriented people may be inspiring yet pressuring at times. You see them achieving so much and it stirs the drive within you to follow that path of success in the best way you can and know how to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the crossroads of my life after graduating from college, as most fresh grads are. I remember sketching in my journal images of a girl walking a junction with many road signs that point to different directions. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What? Where? When? Who? Why? How?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It was all blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then here at City Harvest visions of what can become of me would cross my mind. Thoughts come by and linger for a moment about becoming a successful career woman, a well-travelled international speaker cum trainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I am now seems a bit off from that picture of me. When asked by my superiors, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;“How do you see yourself 2 years from now? What are your long-term plans?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I am often silenced. It is for the reason that I don’t have any concrete thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do believe God doesn’t waste a single experience, no matter how small or trivial it may seem. I am in training for something bigger that is yet to come. It has been more than 3 years now since I entered the conference industry. As a salesperson, a few things I have learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Sales by its nature, is like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;seedtime and harvest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The fruits are a by-product of the quality and quantity put into it during the sowing period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. Sales is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;highly volatile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; environment. It’s like a chamber where only those who come up to the level of enjoying the heat and pressure withstand. They know for a fact that after it all, they’d come out better, stronger and more fulfilled. To them, the rewards reaped outweigh all the hardships they had to go through and they’d rather go through the cycle again and again than sit back, relax and live a risk-free life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. And a side note on the 2nd point, no other job I’ve seen has that many ‘tsunamis’ occurring than sales. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Change is inevitable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; People come and go. Sales revenue can pick up or drastically crash. But as I always view it, it’s either you surf the tidal wave and enjoy the ride or let it wash you away bruised and defeated offshore. You have an option to bury your head in the sand or pick yourself up and keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d. One can never be too weak or too aggressive in sales. But having developed the ability to listen and creatively come up with ways to win them over, it became an asset to me. The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;strategies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I’ve learned in sales help me win a friend or negotiate a better deal in situations that call for it. And I found myself becoming better at thinking various tactics to get a deal without having to lie my way through the gatekeepers or pushing too much urgency that’s far from reality. God, I thank You for the favor. It just makes my job easier and myself happier J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Working hard does not equate to working smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I prefer the latter, coz that meant “more with less”. On a daily basis I’d ask God for wisdom to be effective and efficient so I can align my schedule and priorities to His will and agenda for my life. For that, I can strike a balance and allocate a time for fun and play while being on a mission with Him here on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f. The more money I get, the more it can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;profit others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and the more I can afford to go on mission trips. Knowing my money goes a long way than just filling my bank account, it becomes my motivation to bring in more and invest in things that last! Sales is where money is (basically) and until I reach that ‘self-actualization’ stage, I think I am here to hang around a few more good years. Working for a non-profit organization might be the next move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g. I could think of more but for the last point for now, having worked in sales for multinational companies, I became an eyewitness of how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;culture influences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; one’s perspective of work, and the way they carry on their jobs. I had the opportunity to mingle and learn from people of various backgrounds, which banks in plus points to my knowledge treasure chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back to my main question, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“Where do I go from here?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I may not have the answer but God knows. He sees the bigger picture. I simply need to be faithful in the little things and have faith for the big ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am about to fill up my performance appraisal form and go on a one-to-one meeting with my director on Tuesday. Questions about goals and plans are sure to pop up. I need not be stressed about it but I better have a sound list of “smarter goals” in pursuing a brighter future for myself. As Pst Kong Hee repeatedly says, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;“If you fail to plan, you plan to fail.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So jiayou all the way!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-6065480942836607072?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/6065480942836607072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-do-i-go-from-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/6065480942836607072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/6065480942836607072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-do-i-go-from-here.html' title='Where Do I Go From Here?'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SbO3FjVzChI/AAAAAAAAAjI/W5hKJYe7u98/s72-c/02202009113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-5930425832953158661</id><published>2009-02-28T23:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:29:08.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear ye! Hear ye! My Bro's Married!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SaljOn9AzuI/AAAAAAAAAiw/7zcA1pohExo/s1600-h/CIMG8472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307882738727046882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SaljOn9AzuI/AAAAAAAAAiw/7zcA1pohExo/s200/CIMG8472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yup, my brother Gjo registered for marriage today. It was just a simple gathering at Hillview Green condo in Bukit Batok. The church wedding will follow afterwards on the same date next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a joyous occasion (especially that the cool and crazy peeps of the Fil CG were there). Mom didn't cry during her speech, contradictory to what we were anticipating. She said if ever she cries, it would rather be over allowance cut from Gjo (hahas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I feel about it? Just cool (and not stressed for myself, mind you..hehe).. Well I guess it'll be a crucial transition for Gjo. As his sis, I am just concerned about the initial stages he would have to go through. The foundation of their relatonship as BF-GF had admittedly been shakey and not yet that established to move on to the next level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yah.. He runs his own life. He makes decisions for himself as a grown man. All I can do is coach him along the way and drop some reminders a little here and there.. Eventually, he makes the choice out ot the options presented to him. But he can be rest assured that we his family will always be there to support him and Kat, my new sister-in-law. May God's grace be so abundant over their life and marriage. I love you both..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307883153806854770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SaljmyPwCnI/AAAAAAAAAi4/I88iZ77E1kM/s320/CIMG8477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-5930425832953158661?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/5930425832953158661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/02/hear-ye-hear-ye-my-bros-married.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/5930425832953158661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/5930425832953158661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/02/hear-ye-hear-ye-my-bros-married.html' title='Hear ye! Hear ye! My Bro&apos;s Married!'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SaljOn9AzuI/AAAAAAAAAiw/7zcA1pohExo/s72-c/CIMG8472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-2743439480826049028</id><published>2009-02-24T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:39:21.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human, Not A Robot</title><content type='html'>I was nine years old when I tearfully wished upon a shooting star, "I want to be like the bioman". Many things I may be incapable of, but the driven attitude within me seeks to defy what the human limitations set before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's past 11pm and I just came home - weary and battered emotionally. The smile hours ago no longer surface and that deep sorrow swells up within me. I had been pushing myself to the limits, work-wise, and I had been pretty successful at it. In my colleagues' eyes I may seem the best and the toughest competition there is, but they don't know my weakness lies on the inward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment intense emotions are fuming inside of me. The emotional support that fuels me runs dry. The load gets heavier than it actually is. Who am I to turn to but a stronger force unseen - not one with a body and strength as limited as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I am human and not a robot",&lt;/em&gt; I repeatedly tell myself. I hope they get to realize that I really am..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-2743439480826049028?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/2743439480826049028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/02/human-not-robot.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/2743439480826049028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/2743439480826049028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/02/human-not-robot.html' title='Human, Not A Robot'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-3796870451723783456</id><published>2009-02-23T23:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:11:03.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Love Language?</title><content type='html'>According to Gary Chapman, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is expressed in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;five languages:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Words of affirmation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Quality time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Gifts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Acts of Service&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Physical Touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have seen all these five come into play in the various relationships I have - with friends, churchmates, colleagues and family members. Amazing how a doze of &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; adds color and meaning to one's life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(from My Feb Pics)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Below are some snapshots of love flourishing each day and it just keeps getting better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SaLAYN7RTpI/AAAAAAAAAes/RokLfpXAbng/s1600-h/CIMG8081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306014833283518098" style="WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SaLAYN7RTpI/AAAAAAAAAes/RokLfpXAbng/s200/CIMG8081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SaLAYWfiK-I/AAAAAAAAAe0/5E3Pb6WNSmo/s1600-h/CIMG8082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306014835583101922" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SaLAYWfiK-I/AAAAAAAAAe0/5E3Pb6WNSmo/s200/CIMG8082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306014827614034930" style="WIDTH: 149px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SaLHI_kNbdI/AAAAAAAAAgU/0M--4VinhKY/s200/CIMG8320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SaLD0Qxns-I/AAAAAAAAAfc/vrH9NdJdOY4/s1600-h/CIMG8121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306018613619569634" style="WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SaLD0Qxns-I/AAAAAAAAAfc/vrH9NdJdOY4/s200/CIMG8121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SaLD0Klq4uI/AAAAAAAAAfU/fpUCFUEymmk/s1600-h/CIMG8117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306018611958833890" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SaLD0Klq4uI/AAAAAAAAAfU/fpUCFUEymmk/s200/CIMG8117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SaLD0s_h-kI/AAAAAAAAAfk/W7pr1MA6_kE/s1600-h/CIMG8141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306018621194107458" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SaLD0s_h-kI/AAAAAAAAAfk/W7pr1MA6_kE/s200/CIMG8141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SaLHImgTN7I/AAAAAAAAAgM/oQ7pBi_Nop0/s1600-h/CIMG8201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306022261584770994" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SaLHImgTN7I/AAAAAAAAAgM/oQ7pBi_Nop0/s200/CIMG8201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SaLHINYn00I/AAAAAAAAAgE/ognKMsjWiXc/s1600-h/CIMG8256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306022254841680706" style="WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SaLHINYn00I/AAAAAAAAAgE/ognKMsjWiXc/s200/CIMG8256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SaLKRBaTVbI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dHQSedzh1sk/s1600-h/CIMG8146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306025704781206962" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SaLKRBaTVbI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dHQSedzh1sk/s200/CIMG8146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some bonding moments with loved ones...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306020677954811474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SaLFsbBftlI/AAAAAAAAAf8/fUCdqsRZ3zY/s320/CIMG8058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306020669639461762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SaLFr8C9i4I/AAAAAAAAAfs/83TSN05lO5w/s320/CIMG8089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306020671273995170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SaLFsCIqi6I/AAAAAAAAAf0/xn6QZc1XyqU/s320/CIMG8319.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So, what's your love language?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-3796870451723783456?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/3796870451723783456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-your-love-language.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/3796870451723783456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/3796870451723783456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-your-love-language.html' title='What&apos;s Your Love Language?'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SaLAYN7RTpI/AAAAAAAAAes/RokLfpXAbng/s72-c/CIMG8081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-5067250691768548969</id><published>2009-02-21T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:02:56.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Lifted Me Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is my rendition of Christ Tomlin's song. I love playing this for its vibe.  My voice doesn't match the song though.. but still, rock on! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. My hair looks so flat after bathing. Hee..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dab8fb19d75e19f4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddab8fb19d75e19f4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330332702%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6DD7A68F4BA1CC336B5CB3D393AED41894B8530D.3E74E04D7C15380E55F4DC6271BBF009205B2136%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddab8fb19d75e19f4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuQhOrOpAgHw4aLjrYvLUKdf_fCY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddab8fb19d75e19f4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330332702%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6DD7A68F4BA1CC336B5CB3D393AED41894B8530D.3E74E04D7C15380E55F4DC6271BBF009205B2136%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddab8fb19d75e19f4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuQhOrOpAgHw4aLjrYvLUKdf_fCY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-5067250691768548969?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dab8fb19d75e19f4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/5067250691768548969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-lifted-me-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/5067250691768548969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/5067250691768548969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-lifted-me-out.html' title='You Lifted Me Out'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-9165074631331942554</id><published>2009-02-21T01:42:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:04:29.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddies For A Season, Kept For Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SZ-4tNyJiMI/AAAAAAAAAec/MuiPNkR0TEk/s1600-h/Image101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305161972999358658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SZ-4tNyJiMI/AAAAAAAAAec/MuiPNkR0TEk/s200/Image101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;‘Best’&lt;/strong&gt; often had to mean that thing or person on top of your list, one that rules all else in that category. When it comes to friends, people are categorized as acquaintances, casual friends, good friends, or best friends. Usually when someone calls another his or her best friend, one thing comes to mind – that they’ve grown up all these years as the closest of buddies since childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout these more than two decades of existence, I have come across extraordinary individuals who stepped into my life and walked closely with me. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;In that given season, for a reason, we became the best of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And guess what, I got not just one or two, but several!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I dedicate this entry to them, my buddies who will always have a special place in my heart where no one else may enter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a span of ten years, I have been to eight schools before reaching high school (or secondary school, as you call it here in Singapore). I was always the “new kid” in town expected to blend in with the mainstays. It was only when I entered teenage years that I settled down in one community. That period paved way for me to develop meaningful friendships and that was the time I met my first best friend, Tintin.&lt;em&gt; (We look so much alike back then. I don't have a digital pic of us. It's in Phils)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;TINTIN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We were neighbors often hanging out together after school. Being the non-conventional type of girls that we were, we’d rather play outside with the boys or cuddle the small kids of our neighbors. We attend the same church and so on weekends, Tintin and I would go for choir practices, drama rehearsals and youth gatherings together. A shattering experience came when she migrated with her family to California, USA. I made a vow that I would visit her there and that promise was fulfilled in 2001 during my exchange student program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has not been easy for me after she moved. I had to stay at my grandparents’ place for many months and travel for about an hour to school just to get out of the old environment and get over everything that reminded me of Tintin. I dedicate the song “Friends Are Friends Forever” to no one else but her. Since then, I decided to have as many best friends as possible, as opportunity and time allows – at least one to stay with me in every chapter of my life. And my ‘collection’ goes on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305152923868652962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SZ-wefJQ5aI/AAAAAAAAAd0/OwYl3B9hNMw/s320/FarewellMitUps+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;DENDEN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The moment I stepped into the room in one of the youth leaders’ meetings in Manila, I recognized the warmth in Denden’s smile and voice. We started exchanging letters from then on and encouraged each other throughout the week through calls in the dormitory. She’s a bookworm rich with wisdom and loaded with trivia. Her accent in speaking English sounds like music to the ears. When we are together in youth camps and someone looks for any one of us, they just need to find her or myself and there will the other be! Now that she’s in Canada, she never fails to send me lovenotes or boost me up with ‘hugs’ on facebook. Love across the miles… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305156138513395746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SZ-zZmoS8CI/AAAAAAAAAeM/wo-LotqNbE8/s320/CIMG4292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;DOFIE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I was among the first ones to reach school in the morning. And on P.E. days, Dofie would ask me to play volleyball with her before and after class. We eventually tried out for the varsity team and became a great tandem that led our school to be known in sports, too, not just in academics. Her mouth’s like a machine gun that never runs out of bullets. Never was there any dull moment with her as she can talk nonstop about anything and everything under the sun. She’s a major joker, too. I can simply laugh and not say a word. The two of us, though we weren’t in the same class throughout high school, jived well together. Our bubbly personality made it easy for us to make friends with many teachers, too. And that keeps us close til now, over time and distance. I’ll always be bonded to her family being a proud godmother to her vivo firstborn son, Adam. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305152918886662018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SZ-weMldv4I/AAAAAAAAAds/_yZcfaHf3X0/s320/cimg0162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;EMMAN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He is my so called, “Little Prince”. He is the live version of that fiction book by Antoine de Saint Exupery. We were classmates in 4th year H.S. A natural introvert, he would rather talk to numbers than to people. Oftentimes he would be found at one corner staring afar to nowhere. A smart math wizard that he is, I would approach him for help in Mathematics and Physics. We found ourselves getting into each others’ worlds in the latter part of high school. I am glad our friendship continued in college when we went to the same university. We seldom see each other that time as I was occupied with sports and party life (hehe) but when we do, we would simply go for catch-ups with other high school friends. When I started working, I’d have “Mondays with Emman” in contrast to “Tuesdays with Morrie” where we go for food trips, nature jog, malling and movies. That was a mini adventure to relieve us of manic Mondays. What makes it fun, too, is that I get to drive his car. Coolness! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305155282144260770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SZ-ynwZ-8qI/AAAAAAAAAeE/q5pdiZdvF8A/s320/25102008024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;MYLA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I met Myla in 1996 when we played volleyball to represent the National Capital Region in ‘Palarong Pambansa’ (National games). Opportunities to gel so well came when we became batchmates playing for the University of the Phils. (Diliman). Innumerable are our crazy moments together especially when our tournaments are out of town. We did not intend to be branded as the “best of friends” as we have our own clicks. But over time, after going through many trials, heartaches and trust issues, we found ourselves sticking together no matter what. We share each other’s triumphs and joys and support each other’s plans for the future. If there is one person who knows the most about me (dark secrets included), that would be Myla (so don’t blackmail her into sharing them all to you, ok?!..hehe) And man, her laughter just blows away any hint of stress or sorrow in me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305152923457806050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SZ-wednT3uI/AAAAAAAAAd8/_l-KxkOO64g/s320/JerryGhijBike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;KUYA JERRY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He’s my partner in crime, my personal bodyguard cum gym trainer. I used to work with him at the hotel for two years since 2003. I remember the first time he offered me a ride home on his dirtbike. I really find it cool, being a fan of Tomb Raider Angelina Jolie. My bonding moments with him were those spent at the gym and badminton court, at a bar with my crazy colleagues, at a fellow Black Riders’ house drinking and eating, or just any place to eat and chill. Kuya Jerry is my adviser when it comes to fatherly matters because that time, I was struggling to understand my stepfather’s gestures of love. I would get him to join Papa in some drinking binge (so he can spy for me and let Papa realize that I am such a wonderful daughter.. JOKE!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305160039290953778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SZ-28qKI4DI/AAAAAAAAAeU/UJJ9eH_soQ4/s320/1stQtrBackup+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;SHERENE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It was Valentine's day when we had our orientation day in SOT 2005. I came to Singapore the night before that and being too tired and sleepless, I wasn't in the mood to run around for "amazing race". But then Sherene was assigned to be my buddy in the team and the rest is history. We had chemistry instantly and it carried on throughout our 10 months in Bible School. She's the closest to having a sister here and I will never forget all the fun we shared together with my brothers. Now that she's back in Malaysia, I can only send my love to her through sms and emails while looking forward to see her again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305152917236086946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SZ-weGb7-KI/AAAAAAAAAdk/HER8KnphNsU/s320/32120852747151l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;GINA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; When Sherene moved to the west, Gina became my companion on the morning train to school. Before that, we don't really talk as we didn't have common friends that time. One day, I just had the guts to approach her to introduce myself. I'm simply drawn to her noticing her from afar. We not only go together to school, several times, we would head back together to east after class. I will always remember her for the 7-day birthday surprise. No one has ever done that for me. Gina has this unique way of making people feel so loved. On Mondays (our only day-off from school), I'd be found knocking at her door delivering breakfast. Even now, her mom would ask me, &lt;em&gt;"Where's our breakfast, GJ?"&lt;/em&gt; So yah, I am glad we're still in touch after all these years. Despite her hectic schedule flying all over the world, she'd keep me in the loop on her life updates. And this June, I am honored to assist her and witness the exchange of marriage vows with Albert. Lovely couple indeed! Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305152919777689554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SZ-weP55v9I/AAAAAAAAAdc/PbdxlETqQyo/s320/07102008009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;JEANNE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Never have I gone to Indonesia for mission trip and that first one I had in September 2006 led me to cross paths with this wonderful person. We bonded just in the last few days of the trip when we were both left in the city with the hosts while our other teammates went to the villages. She's a social worker whose love tank never runs dry. It overflows to me in numerous ways - goodies, letters, sms, presents, flowers, etc. We are so bonded together 'coz we both love Indonesia and our dear friends there, making us visit that lovely nation year after year. Jeanne is often my companion in checking out nice movies, tourist attractions and food hotspots here. Recently, our schedules do not match and it's just a hi-hello in church. All I can do is miss her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That's all from Pooh and Friends.. Continue to treasure your friendships as I do.. They are precious gems that last for eternity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-9165074631331942554?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/9165074631331942554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/02/buddies-for-season-kept-for-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/9165074631331942554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/9165074631331942554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/02/buddies-for-season-kept-for-life.html' title='Buddies For A Season, Kept For Life'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SZ-4tNyJiMI/AAAAAAAAAec/MuiPNkR0TEk/s72-c/Image101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-3495918310436153868</id><published>2009-02-08T02:02:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T02:56:08.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>January Celebrations</title><content type='html'>2009 kicked off with a bunch of celebrations - friends' birthday bashes and of course, the Chinese New Year get-togethers. Following are some snapshots of them to keep those happy memories alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JIN LIAN's BDAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; N430 celebrated for her not just once.. nor twice..but three times! First was after CG meeting on Thurs (We made her share 5 things we don't know about her, i.e. She wanted to be a firewoman). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second was the 'kidnap' at Vivo City when her life flashed before her eyes. Haha! The gang was ready with all the crazy ideas. Who says adult CGs can't be this much happening?! Hee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300123951817190610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SY3SpyWabNI/AAAAAAAAAbc/M4gY3Yi3YE0/s400/Lian_Bday_Ready.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300123962974963826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SY3Sqb6oiHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/dEcxmHWZybg/s400/Lian_Bday_Vivo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SY3Tn-zpLoI/AAAAAAAAAb0/mkoPjsXf7bc/s1600-h/CIMG7678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300125020312907394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SY3Tn-zpLoI/AAAAAAAAAb0/mkoPjsXf7bc/s200/CIMG7678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly was on her actual birthday that Sunday morning after service, together with the youth in our subzone. We had to remind her that those sushi on her birthday canvass were not edible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300124766830000082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SY3TZOgm99I/AAAAAAAAAbs/SODZGBJJl0w/s400/CIMG7692.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SY3WvfArofI/AAAAAAAAAcU/I-Q0Ga9sejo/s1600-h/CIMG7801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300128447751496178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SY3WvfArofI/AAAAAAAAAcU/I-Q0Ga9sejo/s200/CIMG7801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;MOTHUSI's SABO-BDAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Not too often do we get to sabo people so we grabbed this 'kairos' moment to do so. Mothusi had no choice but to do all the 'dares' inside those balloons. Leny can be sweet and mean at the same time, you know. Yubing has always been the latter. Haha.. Peace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SY3UGRHFjPI/AAAAAAAAAb8/cOo7Ju1dU5c/s1600-h/CIMG7921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300125540622372082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SY3UGRHFjPI/AAAAAAAAAb8/cOo7Ju1dU5c/s200/CIMG7921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;JEANNE'S BDAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I don't have that many mutual friends with her. But I made it a point to celebrate her special day in some unique way. I am glad that I didn't fail to surprise her in the last 3 birthdays since we met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SY3X89ciyWI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Q4jnTXwUnCo/s1600-h/CIMG8010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300129778771347810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SY3X89ciyWI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Q4jnTXwUnCo/s200/CIMG8010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;LUCAS' BDAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 21st birthdays are always memorable for guys. Debutante Lucas gets to showcase his looks, voice and the wonderful family he got as his Mom throws off a great party at Timbre @Substation. Everyone gets to dine and drink anything.. and it's on the house! Thanks, Mom! Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;CNY 2009:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; See our Lo Hei with N430.. More pics are available on my facebook albums. Gong xi fa cai! 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But I only had the luxury of time to do so these CNY holis. Following are some female personalities I admire. They may not know it til now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SXynNGbFCyI/AAAAAAAAAbE/1F6evduN3KQ/s1600-h/12282008087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295291105385188130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SXynNGbFCyI/AAAAAAAAAbE/1F6evduN3KQ/s200/12282008087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SUN HO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I got plugged into CHC since 2002 and that was the year I first met Sun. Catching the vision to cross over to the entertainment world, she shifted from being a gospel singer to an international Hollywood popstar. Observing her from afar and hearing how people find Sun, she brings great inspiration even to me, a non-Chinese member of CHC. She truly is a pillar of strength that helped bring us this far as a church. And though I barely understand most of her songs, it never fails to draw and soothe my soul. What's remarkable about her, too, is that she keeps her feet on the ground despite having gone this far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SXynegekKcI/AAAAAAAAAbM/U0WlvdcbL1Y/s1600-h/AJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295291404436908482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SXynegekKcI/AAAAAAAAAbM/U0WlvdcbL1Y/s200/AJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANGELINA JOLIE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'm a big fan of AJ since Tomb Raider. My collection of her movies span from her 1995 global award-winner Gia. Each movie she acts in portrays her character in different dimensions, the reason behind her being choosy about the role she plays. Man, how I love her moves! And look at how she carries it with such charm and grace! Awesome girl power! I once attempted to apply for the United Nations program hoping to meet her in her visits to the refugee camps. Die Hard Fan! Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SXygPf1Kp2I/AAAAAAAAAac/tITLIxTvT4Y/s1600-h/Saloni_F1.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295283449983838050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SXygPf1Kp2I/AAAAAAAAAac/tITLIxTvT4Y/s200/Saloni_F1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SALONI SHRESTHA, My Boss:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Other than the fact that she looks and sounds like AJ (ahem..I bet she's flattered as she reads this), this lady is well-admired by me for the attitude she displays at work. She currently manages a team of talented marketeers and glues each one to excel as one. She may be petite in stature, but she speaks with authority and influence to get things done. And she lights up my day in many ways - a simple hi-hello to check on me, a naughty grin so funny, or chit-chat on things outside work - a sure stress reliever!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SXymoZXVMDI/AAAAAAAAAa8/LRm3hyLj-Cs/s1600-h/Belle.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SbPK-cm9eDI/AAAAAAAAAjY/4jOerZqoVk8/s1600-h/belleCHC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310811559780251698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SbPK-cm9eDI/AAAAAAAAAjY/4jOerZqoVk8/s320/belleCHC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SbPKvG27f2I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Ipn6bMldtDY/s1600-h/belleCHC.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ANNABEL SOH, Golden Voice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I got shocked the first time I heard her call my name backstage at the christmas drama rehearsal. I was like, "She knows me?!" I see myself more of like a fan of hers since my choir days. Her looks, her fashionista get-up, her voice, her skills and more importantly the 'substance' in her as a worship leader make her a sure headturner! I remember days when we would shoot verses spontaneously during practices. She's loaded with tons! And by the way, we're both Librans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SXyjE5MAG6I/AAAAAAAAAas/6pHjSjU8204/s1600-h/Jerb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295286566346824610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SXyjE5MAG6I/AAAAAAAAAas/6pHjSjU8204/s200/Jerb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JERBLINN LIM, My 1st CGL:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I've only been with Jerb for a little over a year but in that short period of time, she has left a mark on me that I keep til now. Though we seldom cross paths this time around, I still am inspired by the way she runs her household, how she manages to lead different groups and constantly raise up leaders, how she keeps up with multi-tasking in the office and still be in touch with "humanity" and life's simple pleasures (She somewhat appears immortal and a bionic woman to me. Superb! Haha). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295292084643976178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SXyoGGckU_I/AAAAAAAAAbU/Nb-d8xoL5y8/s200/Me%2526Mom%2520013%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MY MOTHER DEAR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If there's only one important recognition I can give, it goes to no one else but my Mom. We have gone through many good times and bad but in it all, she stays lovely and cheerful as she can be. I think I would not have done any better. So Mom, a million thanks and I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-677350724203976068?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/677350724203976068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/01/women-of-grace-strength.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/677350724203976068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/677350724203976068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/01/women-of-grace-strength.html' title='Women of Grace &amp; Strength'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SXynNGbFCyI/AAAAAAAAAbE/1F6evduN3KQ/s72-c/12282008087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-3975651934580981979</id><published>2009-01-25T21:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:02:14.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realize - Colbie Caillat</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Colbie Caillat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has been singing in my ear for days now. I simply love her voice and the upbeat style of her songs. It gives a feel-good kind of mood and sets the tone for rethinking happy moments. Below is my shortened version of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;REALIZE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Another fave is &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUBBLY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;THE LITTLE THINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, yet to come out here next (If I get the chance to do). It's for someone so dear who's giving me a &lt;em&gt;nervous heart with crazy beats.&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7223d11147655caa" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7223d11147655caa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330332702%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DDAB66560B1E1CB41C38045BCC4AE2FD3745D5A4.47D6AB2871C1E663863451D293B743B0CA146C35%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7223d11147655caa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuMy5ug0AlwuJKEZ-nE4u56FXksw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7223d11147655caa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330332702%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DDAB66560B1E1CB41C38045BCC4AE2FD3745D5A4.47D6AB2871C1E663863451D293B743B0CA146C35%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7223d11147655caa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuMy5ug0AlwuJKEZ-nE4u56FXksw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-3975651934580981979?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7223d11147655caa&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/3975651934580981979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/01/realize-colbie-caillat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/3975651934580981979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/3975651934580981979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/01/realize-colbie-caillat.html' title='Realize - Colbie Caillat'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-2854251764944124370</id><published>2009-01-24T13:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T14:04:41.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Tuned..</title><content type='html'>Gotta make use of the Chinese New Year holidays to come up with one or two entries here. There's one cooking on "Women of Grace &amp;amp; Strength" where I'll be writing about some female personalities I admire and the reasons behind it. And of course, life updates about my January. There's CNY celebrations and some other new stuff going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghij here signing off with the words, &lt;strong&gt;STAY TUNED!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-2854251764944124370?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/2854251764944124370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/01/stay-tuned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/2854251764944124370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/2854251764944124370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/01/stay-tuned.html' title='Stay Tuned..'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-6643172308533606220</id><published>2009-01-17T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:32:23.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saloobin</title><content type='html'>Kung hindi lang nababasa 'toh ng karamihan, hindi ako magsusulat ng tagalog! Hay, ambot. May mga bagay na ayaw mo ng alalahanin pero hinahanap-hanap mo pa rin.. Mga naging bahagi ng nakaraan na di na dapat balikan.. 'Kaya mo yan, Jay.. Tara.. Kaya mo yan..' Pasensya na, bawal magtanong sakin tungkol dito. Pardon, walang komyento, mga amiga't amigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-6643172308533606220?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/6643172308533606220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/01/saloobin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/6643172308533606220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/6643172308533606220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/01/saloobin.html' title='Saloobin'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-3665841823932449540</id><published>2009-01-12T13:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:47:37.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got To Remind Myself: FOCUS!</title><content type='html'>Seek diligently... Be planted... Not to be entangled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Easier said than done but I just gotta do it. Wish I could write more about it here. (Sighs)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-3665841823932449540?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/3665841823932449540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/01/got-to-remind-myself-focus.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/3665841823932449540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/3665841823932449540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/01/got-to-remind-myself-focus.html' title='Got To Remind Myself: FOCUS!'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-4751462244397931782</id><published>2009-01-11T14:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T14:41:32.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghij Jams With Bro-goy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I seem to be enjoying doing music videos these days. Got my youngest bro to sing his favorite "Pano Na Kaya?" in this video clip (Unfortunately, he's too shy to be seen). It's finally done after several takes and a wicked hot air blast. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=42899bbed522a6d7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/4751462244397931782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/01/ghij-jams-with-bro-goy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/4751462244397931782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/4751462244397931782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/01/ghij-jams-with-bro-goy.html' title='Ghij Jams With Bro-goy'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-7554542405763133971</id><published>2009-01-07T00:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:54:23.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Requested: YOUR SONG - Parokya Ni Edgar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b6747db694fff2ff" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db6747db694fff2ff%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330332702%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4CA820AED571A8023B1D235594BD88340C327EE1.17449AD693FBFAB10C29748C06BA27E2A3B0E6AB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db6747db694fff2ff%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DswWteclEuvitIltzBwMD3a1ullE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For someone who's so addicted to this song. It's getting into me, too. Harhar. Apologies for the rough playing. It's my first time to hear this song. Amazing that I could sing and play it in just minutes. Haha! Yah, yah, yah.. I look funny in this video. Hehe.. Innocent Look!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-7554542405763133971?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b6747db694fff2ff&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/7554542405763133971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-requested-your-song-parokya-ni-edgar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/7554542405763133971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/7554542405763133971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-requested-your-song-parokya-ni-edgar.html' title='As Requested: YOUR SONG - Parokya Ni Edgar'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-1649222710187919618</id><published>2009-01-04T18:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:10:43.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Bash: Happy Yet I'm Left Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome 2009!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's a double celebration for the family as we rejoice over grand pop's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;85th birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Just a simple lunch at home before hitting the beach for the NYE countdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287388501207847122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SWCT0_v6kNI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/FKFq0vCb_aQ/s400/LoloBday2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My brother Daniel seems to be the only one enjoying himself. Simply because I'm not so much of a party crowd person. Me hiding behind the camera makes it obvious. After an hour or so, I joined the rest of my folks back in Palawan Beach where we pitched tents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287387530284826754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SWCS8ex1AII/AAAAAAAAAZk/mFEhkfnUYRY/s400/BeachParty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we toured around Sentosa and dragged my oldies to try the thrill rides like Luge, Skyride, 4D Magic, etc - really memorable for them! Then we stayed at Siloso Beach Resort for the night after a big buffet meal at Rasa Sentosa Shangri-la. Awesome! However...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SWCS8cXP0rI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GnfAwpc1EPk/s1600-h/Sentosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287387529636467378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SWCS8cXP0rI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GnfAwpc1EPk/s400/Sentosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SWCYzWXvRXI/AAAAAAAAAaE/xBZ9BgjP1qc/s1600-h/Lolo_Bday&amp;amp;Sentosa_NY+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287393970478859634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SWCYzWXvRXI/AAAAAAAAAaE/xBZ9BgjP1qc/s200/Lolo_Bday%26Sentosa_NY+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I was left contemplating about the coming year and my SMARTER goals. The leaders are out on a retreat on the same days I was having fun at the beach and it seems a blast. It would have been great to hang out with people of great faith and vision, not to mention rubbing shoulders for a couple of days with wise guys like boss Edmund, Jia Hui, Jerb and Lian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SWCXfOtAnoI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/SCrpSMj83Ss/s1600-h/Lolo_Bday&amp;amp;Sentosa_NY+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do love my family and they are my great inspiration in life. But I guess this year I would need to be focused on my calling and what God wanted me to do without making my family as an excuse for not going all the way...all out and sold out for Him! So yah, we'll see how it goes. I'm sure my family will be very understanding and supportive as always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;2009's gonna be a year of breakthrough for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Gone are the days of comfort zone living..Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-1649222710187919618?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/1649222710187919618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-bash-happy-yet-im-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/1649222710187919618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/1649222710187919618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-bash-happy-yet-im-left.html' title='New Year Bash: Happy Yet I&apos;m Left Thinking'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SWCT0_v6kNI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/FKFq0vCb_aQ/s72-c/LoloBday2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-2412354864280045191</id><published>2008-12-29T03:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T04:00:04.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How's My Christmas in SG?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It was in 2005 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;when I was last found in Singapore for the December festive season. I was preoccupied with the Christmas drama production that time so I didn't really have a chance to get a feel of celebrations in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are photo collages of the various gatherings I took part in from 12th - 25th Dec 2008. Thank God it's a whole lot better. Merry christmas everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Happy birthday, Jesus!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SVfVoYgC-4I/AAAAAAAAAYc/SgKdDcRmzsI/s1600-h/IQPCgang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284927577490914178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SVfVoYgC-4I/AAAAAAAAAYc/SgKdDcRmzsI/s400/IQPCgang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My colleagues: Simple pizza party and gift swap (Secret Santa). My Santa was my boss Saloni and vice versa. What a coincidence! Then we headed to Timbre for cool music and charades (Singapore Zoo vs Tiger Team). Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SVfVnlvRRuI/AAAAAAAAAYM/vb1GV4S11ak/s1600-h/GJean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284927563864557282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SVfVnlvRRuI/AAAAAAAAAYM/vb1GV4S11ak/s400/GJean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First Christmas dinner with dear Jean at Mt. Faber; The christmas ball pics taken at Suntec&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SVfVn7-45kI/AAAAAAAAAYU/9a_yyvvxSYs/s1600-h/N430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284927569835648578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SVfVn7-45kI/AAAAAAAAAYU/9a_yyvvxSYs/s400/N430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; N430 loosens up and chills out this Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SVfVns_cd6I/AAAAAAAAAYE/QvhOAwFcU1U/s1600-h/FamilyOrchard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284927565811447714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SVfVns_cd6I/AAAAAAAAAYE/QvhOAwFcU1U/s400/FamilyOrchard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My folks strolling Orchard Road after a hearty meal at Shokudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284927089272077810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SVfVL9vmvfI/AAAAAAAAAXc/t0WuUhi3V00/s400/FilsKrismasParty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Gatecrashed at Filipino CG's Christmas Party in Yishun (F4: Filipino Fun, Food &amp;amp; Fellowship)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284927090371751410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SVfVMB1ybfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/--xrkyVGN_A/s400/Candlelight2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jesus lights up our world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SVfVMY_O_TI/AAAAAAAAAXs/l2lrpvI2AHw/s1600-h/IQfils.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284927096585387314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SVfVMY_O_TI/AAAAAAAAAXs/l2lrpvI2AHw/s400/IQfils.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the christmas eve service, I popped by my colleagues' place in Hougang for the countdown (My parents were already in Bintan and my dudes at bro's fiance's place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284927094454583426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SVfVMRDNgII/AAAAAAAAAX0/74fPzSwVDfo/s400/FilsKrismas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Christmas bash continues.. from dusk til dawn! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sing-along, taboo, eating and merrymaking some more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284927108261905218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SVfVNEfIg0I/AAAAAAAAAX8/vCC_lNgf6xw/s400/BintanKrismas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I came home around 630am and packed my stuff til 730am. Then took a power nap and left for Bintan at 9am! Total bonding!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-2412354864280045191?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/2412354864280045191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2008/12/hows-my-christmas-in-sg.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/2412354864280045191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/2412354864280045191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2008/12/hows-my-christmas-in-sg.html' title='How&apos;s My Christmas in SG?'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SVfVoYgC-4I/AAAAAAAAAYc/SgKdDcRmzsI/s72-c/IQPCgang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-445882296253238505</id><published>2008-12-23T00:58:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:29:27.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How's Christmas in Phils?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_bZLhaM8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/1lEAZ8JqU6Y/s1600-h/Lanterns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282682113565012930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_bZLhaM8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/1lEAZ8JqU6Y/s200/Lanterns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Christmas is truly in the air!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The cool breeze, magnificent lights, jolly music, shopping spree, presents, smiley faces..they're everywhere! But guess what, it had been in the atmosphere in my home country since October! And it's always been that way year after year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I showcase my pics of christmas celebrations here in Singapore, let me give you a glimpse of how Christmas is spent in Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; As soon as the 'ber' months start (September), the big malls would have started playing Christmas songs. It's probably part of their marketing scheme to get people in the mood for shopping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_dGnMfyNI/AAAAAAAAATs/JAM1mpTcmhc/s1600-h/mall_of_asia_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282683993599232210" style="WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_dGnMfyNI/AAAAAAAAATs/JAM1mpTcmhc/s200/mall_of_asia_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_dGcBgPOI/AAAAAAAAATk/X_FvPRSKgD4/s1600-h/MOA.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282683990600334562" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_dGcBgPOI/AAAAAAAAATk/X_FvPRSKgD4/s200/MOA.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_dHnF2qyI/AAAAAAAAAUE/eElMKtqiTuM/s1600-h/Pinas4Blog+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282684010751240994" style="WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_dHnF2qyI/AAAAAAAAAUE/eElMKtqiTuM/s200/Pinas4Blog+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SVn1zZeBlCI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Jfh1RD-UybU/s1600-h/Malls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285525901054940194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SVn1zZeBlCI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Jfh1RD-UybU/s200/Malls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Early shoppers like me hit the malls and 'tiangge' (like pasamalam where imported goods and local handmade products are sold, usually in bulk) by end of November. I remember going to Divisoria and Greenhills with an empty backpack and coming home with additional big bags of giveaways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt; After Nov 1 &amp;amp; 2 (All Souls' and Saints' Day: when cemeteries are crowded by relatives of the deceased), homes would start putting up their christmas trees and lights for their fences and windows. Our home in Phils, being situated in the middle of the yield, looks like a restaurant with al fresco dining. We're the first house to be seen after people walk passed the security guardhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_dHIXDFgI/AAAAAAAAAT8/1ISBA6lafQc/s1600-h/Pinas4Blog+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282684002501858818" style="WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_dHIXDFgI/AAAAAAAAAT8/1ISBA6lafQc/s200/Pinas4Blog+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_hOwC-7KI/AAAAAAAAAUs/QmRmDzvAh_U/s1600-h/Pinas4Blog+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282688531460713634" style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_hOwC-7KI/AAAAAAAAAUs/QmRmDzvAh_U/s200/Pinas4Blog+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_meMWRkvI/AAAAAAAAAWU/VnG43PYGlNo/s1600-h/Pinas4Blog+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282694294313997042" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_meMWRkvI/AAAAAAAAAWU/VnG43PYGlNo/s200/Pinas4Blog+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt; Christmas parties are everywhere in the city - among colleagues, various peer groups, relatives in both sides, neighborhood, churches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_kcRhVGsI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Yt8BHUvPwtY/s1600-h/Pinas4Blog+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282692062319549122" style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_kcRhVGsI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Yt8BHUvPwtY/s200/Pinas4Blog+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_kdgmBBnI/AAAAAAAAAV0/TEu0B9Ni4M8/s1600-h/Pinas4Blog+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_kdGfbmZI/AAAAAAAAAVk/KWCRsrzlt8A/s1600-h/Pinas4Blog+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282692076538665362" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_kdGfbmZI/AAAAAAAAAVk/KWCRsrzlt8A/s200/Pinas4Blog+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_n6CuypGI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Mva5_iXmL2I/s1600-h/Pinas4Blog+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282695872280437858" style="WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_n6CuypGI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Mva5_iXmL2I/s200/Pinas4Blog+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_n63PGxrI/AAAAAAAAAXM/gzG-6It4qiA/s1600-h/Pinas4Blog+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282695886374618802" style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_n63PGxrI/AAAAAAAAAXM/gzG-6It4qiA/s200/Pinas4Blog+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_mdx6BwUI/AAAAAAAAAWM/P70JElX9XDM/s1600-h/Pinas4Blog+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282694287216197954" style="WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_mdx6BwUI/AAAAAAAAAWM/P70JElX9XDM/s200/Pinas4Blog+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt; It is also a season for out of town escapades, stroll in amusement parks, late night-outs among family &amp;amp; friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_aFAiZwcI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ZxYTWoeah2A/s1600-h/Pinas4Blog+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_hN_uoQcI/AAAAAAAAAUM/bf6RveV72LY/s1600-h/Pinas4Blog+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282688518490440130" style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_hN_uoQcI/AAAAAAAAAUM/bf6RveV72LY/s200/Pinas4Blog+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_hOaIgfsI/AAAAAAAAAUc/48Y75C_cHZU/s1600-h/Pinas4Blog+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282688525578305218" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_hOaIgfsI/AAAAAAAAAUc/48Y75C_cHZU/s200/Pinas4Blog+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_mdgLsCOI/AAAAAAAAAWE/wWgUE-IKElk/s1600-h/Pinas4Blog+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282694282458433762" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_mdgLsCOI/AAAAAAAAAWE/wWgUE-IKElk/s200/Pinas4Blog+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_medlW0dI/AAAAAAAAAWc/6xkExGAPFow/s1600-h/Pinas4Blog+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282694298940658130" style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_medlW0dI/AAAAAAAAAWc/6xkExGAPFow/s200/Pinas4Blog+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_n64zHC9I/AAAAAAAAAXE/l35rEry-tTM/s1600-h/Pinas4Blog+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282695886794066898" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_n64zHC9I/AAAAAAAAAXE/l35rEry-tTM/s200/Pinas4Blog+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt; And since the end of the year is always a perfect time to reflect and charge up for what's ahead the next year, christian churches would hold their family and youth camps at some nature-inspired campsite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_aElX0K2I/AAAAAAAAASU/ELsSBt5HnzE/s1600-h/cimg0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282680660215212898" style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_aElX0K2I/AAAAAAAAASU/ELsSBt5HnzE/s200/cimg0068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_aE6jn3KI/AAAAAAAAASs/71I2-sp8z40/s1600-h/Pinas4Blog+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282680665901882530" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_aE6jn3KI/AAAAAAAAASs/71I2-sp8z40/s200/Pinas4Blog+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_kdWX-reI/AAAAAAAAAVs/LC6rsgsT-2E/s1600-h/Pinas4Blog+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282692080802377186" style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_kdWX-reI/AAAAAAAAAVs/LC6rsgsT-2E/s200/Pinas4Blog+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;By Dec 16, the misa de gallo or 'simbang gabi' is held everyday til Christmas day. It's a holy mass done every morning at 5am. The Roman Catholics believe that the things they're praying to God for will be answered if they don't miss a single session for that period. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_jHDOqxnI/AAAAAAAAAVM/q9-DVFN194M/s1600-h/SimbangGabi.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282690598194300530" style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_jHDOqxnI/AAAAAAAAAVM/q9-DVFN194M/s200/SimbangGabi.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_aE6XHfTI/AAAAAAAAASk/W5uu9B64GRY/s1600-h/img_christmas-in-the-philippines-misa-de-gallo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_ri-wNBzI/AAAAAAAAAXU/6ZDKuGbAhig/s1600-h/simbang-gabi22.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282699874122139442" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_ri-wNBzI/AAAAAAAAAXU/6ZDKuGbAhig/s200/simbang-gabi22.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;It is also around this time that carols are sung by kids and adult groups alike. They would go from house to house to sing christmas carols and the kind household owners would either let them in for food or give them money. I did this many times as a child. We use tin cans as improvized drums and bottle caps as tambourines. My last house-to-house caroling was when we raised money to buy our church a new set of drumsets. Super fun time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_aEnZi-nI/AAAAAAAAASc/ArWKsqZnAYI/s1600-h/img_christmas-in-the-philippines-caroling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282680660759345778" style="WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_aEnZi-nI/AAAAAAAAASc/ArWKsqZnAYI/s200/img_christmas-in-the-philippines-caroling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_hOpp-g8I/AAAAAAAAAUk/brEpQeMT3zg/s1600-h/Pinas4Blog+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282688529745216450" style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_hOpp-g8I/AAAAAAAAAUk/brEpQeMT3zg/s200/Pinas4Blog+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_hON29RlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Eq9nw7s1Z0I/s1600-h/Pinas4Blog+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282688522283468370" style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_hON29RlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Eq9nw7s1Z0I/s200/Pinas4Blog+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;Since Christmas is all about love and giving, it is so evident in people everywhere! Gift-giving for the poor and needy, the old folks in homes, orphans, the street kids, and even my own relatives queueing up for the red packet. Too bad, I couldn't find our family pics with third-degree and long lost relatives. They would come from far away just to spend christmas with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_jHJcsHXI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vNHnX3y_WMo/s1600-h/StreetKids.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282690599863721330" style="WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_jHJcsHXI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vNHnX3y_WMo/s200/StreetKids.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_n6jISWhI/AAAAAAAAAW8/TIfa0Sgl7_w/s1600-h/Pinas4Blog+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282695880977308178" style="WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_n6jISWhI/AAAAAAAAAW8/TIfa0Sgl7_w/s200/Pinas4Blog+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SVn1zUkwFPI/AAAAAAAAAYk/R02Mp8oB3qo/s1600-h/KidsDance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285525899740976370" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SVn1zUkwFPI/AAAAAAAAAYk/R02Mp8oB3qo/s200/KidsDance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt; And you know what, I am the kind who opens presents on the dot - at 12mn before Christmas Day! Aftering tearing of gift wrappers is family picture taking then the 'noche buena' - midnight feast with loved ones! And by the way, the karaoke is the Filipinos' best companion and a mainstay in every house parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_me1I4UeI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ugBX-U_6uLs/s1600-h/Pinas4Blog+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282694305263669730" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_me1I4UeI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ugBX-U_6uLs/s200/Pinas4Blog+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_jGkQwZ8I/AAAAAAAAAVE/JIIKgWcxruI/s1600-h/Pinas4Blog+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282690589881558978" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_jGkQwZ8I/AAAAAAAAAVE/JIIKgWcxruI/s200/Pinas4Blog+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_n6ZS6YmI/AAAAAAAAAW0/PXOFJD_jYIU/s1600-h/Pinas4Blog+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282695878337520226" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_n6ZS6YmI/AAAAAAAAAW0/PXOFJD_jYIU/s200/Pinas4Blog+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SVn1zrqmG-I/AAAAAAAAAY0/4cdHrNf4eDI/s1600-h/NocheBuena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285525905939504098" style="WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SVn1zrqmG-I/AAAAAAAAAY0/4cdHrNf4eDI/s200/NocheBuena.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt; What I do on Christmas day, after all praying and eating is done, I'd gather my neighborhood friends and churchmates, and together with my brothers, go for another round of sing-along and jamming sessions. But it doesn't stop there. When daytime comes, a series of gatherings will follow night and day til Jan 1st, New Year's Day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_jFha8INI/AAAAAAAAAU0/r2uxqfvtHaU/s1600-h/Pinas4Blog+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282690571939094738" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_jFha8INI/AAAAAAAAAU0/r2uxqfvtHaU/s200/Pinas4Blog+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_jF9JFs0I/AAAAAAAAAU8/0XQOL9mUV8k/s1600-h/Pinas4Blog+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282690579380417346" style="WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_jF9JFs0I/AAAAAAAAAU8/0XQOL9mUV8k/s200/Pinas4Blog+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_keCjtB9I/AAAAAAAAAV8/8zm3j2d3wYo/s1600-h/Pinas4Blog+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282692092662712274" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_keCjtB9I/AAAAAAAAAV8/8zm3j2d3wYo/s200/Pinas4Blog+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, let's stop here. Otherwise it'll be never-ending. Let's move back to Singapore. Hee.. I hope you enjoyed this entry. And do consider going to Philippines for adventure and a different kind of culture! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-445882296253238505?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/445882296253238505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2008/12/hows-christmas-in-phils.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/445882296253238505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/445882296253238505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2008/12/hows-christmas-in-phils.html' title='How&apos;s Christmas in Phils?'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_bZLhaM8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/1lEAZ8JqU6Y/s72-c/Lanterns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-8145807781505164438</id><published>2008-12-17T01:16:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:54:51.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk To Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU--T5pJAgI/AAAAAAAAAQs/BSBDxBKwpvw/s1600-h/CIMG6474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282650137029050882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU--T5pJAgI/AAAAAAAAAQs/BSBDxBKwpvw/s200/CIMG6474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The glory of young men is their strength, gray hair the splendor of the old.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prov 20:29&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lolo (grandpa) Groovy’s in town! Yes, my mom’s father is here for the holidays. Last Saturday, my Singapore first-timer 85-year old pop flew by himself here from New Jersey after a few days of detour in Manila. And yes, he’s still strong and very cheerful despite being old and diabetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_Afw614SI/AAAAAAAAARU/CqBEC9CdZPw/s1600-h/CIMG6465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282652539869061410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_Afw614SI/AAAAAAAAARU/CqBEC9CdZPw/s200/CIMG6465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These three days he was found brisk-walking around the block, playing Sudoku, giving my brother tuition or heartily eating his favorite oriental dishes! He is the kind who loves to converse with a stranger, turning them into good acquaintances within the hour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_EAHhzx3I/AAAAAAAAAR0/vuPCErTygDg/s1600-h/CIMG6480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282656394228778866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_EAHhzx3I/AAAAAAAAAR0/vuPCErTygDg/s200/CIMG6480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Sunday in church, he enjoyed himself so much as he danced and waved his hands happily when singing. My mom was shocked as she thought he’d freeze and stone through the service. But he was having a “feast” over the message preached and the joy of just being in the house of God among “alive” and passionate Christians. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_FfvO4lAI/AAAAAAAAASE/MpKeloTa6b8/s1600-h/CIMG6505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282658036974392322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_FfvO4lAI/AAAAAAAAASE/MpKeloTa6b8/s200/CIMG6505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His gray hair (actually white) is proof of the richness of his wisdom. We would often engage in &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU--VcPx2oI/AAAAAAAAARM/pS3Uzg9j5Wk/s1600-h/CIMG6487.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU--VcPx2oI/AAAAAAAAARM/pS3Uzg9j5Wk/s1600-h/CIMG6487.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU--VcPx2oI/AAAAAAAAARM/pS3Uzg9j5Wk/s1600-h/CIMG6487.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;meaningful conversations over meals and before sleeping. Today since I'm on leave, we spent the afternoon walking around Bedok Reservoir and sharing things about relationships, parenting, career advancement, sentiments of old folks, reflections on nature and God’s majestic work over our lives through the y&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_EhOSynpI/AAAAAAAAAR8/nvfzDNmE0K8/s1600-h/CIMG6485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282656962980519570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_EhOSynpI/AAAAAAAAAR8/nvfzDNmE0K8/s200/CIMG6485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was truly a walk to remember. What a golden privilege for someone from the younger generation to tap into such flow of valuable insight! My Lolo Groovy rocks! &lt;em&gt;(more bonding moments to come, stay tuned)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU_AgozxMjI/AAAAAAAAARk/5VPteTo1SKI/s1600-h/CIMG6628.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-8145807781505164438?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/8145807781505164438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2008/12/walk-to-remember-with-lolo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/8145807781505164438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/8145807781505164438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2008/12/walk-to-remember-with-lolo.html' title='A Walk To Remember'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/SU--T5pJAgI/AAAAAAAAAQs/BSBDxBKwpvw/s72-c/CIMG6474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-2307957007747431709</id><published>2008-12-09T23:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:04:24.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghij on Guitar</title><content type='html'>After much persuasion and encouragement from my ZS Edmund Tay, I finally picked the guitar and learned from my SOT classmate Kevin in 2005. I remember saying to myself when seeing Edmund from afar, &lt;em&gt;"Argh! He's gonna tell me to learn guitar again."&lt;/em&gt; It took me half a year before obeying that "one word"... but I am glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/ST6WCOvtVzI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8fUWrSwqxSM/s1600-h/Poh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277820778386904882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/ST6WCOvtVzI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8fUWrSwqxSM/s200/Poh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From then on, I decided to quickly and willingly put into action whatever "suggestion" that comes from him. In June this year, I began learning from Poh - our anointed guitarist cum worship leader. It is a heavy investment yet one that is worth every cent. Sessions with him are not plain skills training. One can sense an impartation vibrating in the air. Invisible aspects of it such as 'the vibe', attitude of the guitarist, the impact of passion and feelings, the anointing and other 'words of wisdom' come into play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His once being a CGL propelled him to be a better minister now as a full time musician. Not only is he looked up to in CHC, his talents are sought after by those in the entertainment world - particularly in movies and TV commercials. What a great pride to be among his students!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a song I learned to play even before knowing about the G chords and stuff. It was for someone special back then in 2004. Hahas.. (Video courtesy of my beloved bro - Daniel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-320039b947a277b4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D320039b947a277b4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330332702%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D403AF6621D56EE37C80AEEA20565AA9B5DD08E64.48F9F595102AE0A5AFBBC20FD59292C8F3C4155%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D320039b947a277b4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjI4BJp5LKj8WEakB1ubmqG034Ew&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D320039b947a277b4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330332702%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D403AF6621D56EE37C80AEEA20565AA9B5DD08E64.48F9F595102AE0A5AFBBC20FD59292C8F3C4155%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D320039b947a277b4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjI4BJp5LKj8WEakB1ubmqG034Ew&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-2307957007747431709?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=320039b947a277b4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/2307957007747431709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2008/12/ghij-on-guitar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/2307957007747431709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/2307957007747431709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2008/12/ghij-on-guitar.html' title='Ghij on Guitar'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/ST6WCOvtVzI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8fUWrSwqxSM/s72-c/Poh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561448574496306634.post-4460790486689203996</id><published>2008-12-06T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T19:03:41.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/STpb5PkQ9QI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-uDtsuF74Jc/s1600-h/420112417l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276630952407266562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/STpb5PkQ9QI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-uDtsuF74Jc/s200/420112417l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inspired by my recent writing of articles for others (CityNews, zone &amp;amp; CG blogs, etc), I decided to come up with my own blog. I realized that bloggers not only enjoy themselves doing their posts, their readers get a share of the benefits, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned, my dear readers. You will soon get a glimpse of my "what's ups" which hopefully will inspire you, make you laugh or cry. Some trivia or updates about the world I am in will also be shown here. So digicam, let's get to work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6561448574496306634-4460790486689203996?l=ghijolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/feeds/4460790486689203996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-first-blog-ever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/4460790486689203996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6561448574496306634/posts/default/4460790486689203996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghijolie.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-first-blog-ever.html' title='My First Blog Ever'/><author><name>=GHIJ=</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05992132880693481925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/Sbt22S8IYPI/AAAAAAAAAjg/1FoiIa6tfnY/S220/02242009125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__k6KDRx7N_8/STpb5PkQ9QI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-uDtsuF74Jc/s72-c/420112417l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
