<?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-3110552569995477118</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:13:19.734-08:00</updated><category term='Family album'/><category term='career  (satisfactions and frustrations)'/><category term='Pieces of Me'/><category term='Forwarded Messages'/><title type='text'>Hide and Seek</title><subtitle type='html'>I felt terribly alone, I have enough room, but its empty or maybe I don't, maybe room means more than space. Isolation is insanity, one of my friend once said, and it keeps haunting me. Expressing myself is the only way to hold whatever sanity i have. Is  that an illusion i supposed?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110552569995477118/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11478257295412363621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110552569995477118.post-6583707536046331989</id><published>2009-05-20T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T01:08:51.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pieces of Me'/><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SnXTH88AHqM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SnXTH88AHqM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am  who made a mistakes. Who sometimes cried on Monday mornings or at  night in bed. I am a woman who often than not had a bad hair day. Who looked in the mirror and wondered why she couldn't just drag herself to the gym more often. I am a woman who have sometimes hated her job and questioned what reason i had to live on this planet. I am a woman sometimes just got things wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand,  I am a woman with a million happy memories, who knew what it is to experience true love and who was ready to experience heartaches and pains. I want to live experiencing more love and happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, i would just live&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110552569995477118-6583707536046331989?l=crypticmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6583707536046331989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/2009/05/reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110552569995477118/posts/default/6583707536046331989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110552569995477118/posts/default/6583707536046331989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/2009/05/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11478257295412363621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110552569995477118.post-3321720279489020617</id><published>2009-03-24T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:45:19.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forwarded Messages'/><title type='text'>VERY INTERESTING AND THOUGHT PROVOKING</title><content type='html'>One day all the employees reached the office and they saw a big advice&lt;br /&gt;    on the door on which it was written:&lt;br /&gt;    "Yesterday the person who has been hindering your growth in this company&lt;br /&gt;    passed away. We invite you to join the funeral in the room that has been&lt;br /&gt;    prepared in the gym".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    In the beginning, they all got sad for the death of one of their&lt;br /&gt;    colleagues, but after a while they started getting curious to know who&lt;br /&gt;    was that man who hindered the growth of his colleagues and the company&lt;br /&gt;    itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The excitement in the gym was such that security agents were ordered to&lt;br /&gt;    control the crowd within the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The more people reached the coffin, the more the excitement heated up.&lt;br /&gt;    Everyone thought: "Who is this guy who was hindering my progress? Well,&lt;br /&gt;    at least he died!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    One by one the thrilled employees got closer to the coffin, and when&lt;br /&gt;    they looked inside it they suddenly became speechless. They stood nearby&lt;br /&gt;    the coffin, shocked and in silence, as if someone had touched the&lt;br /&gt;    deepest part of their soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    There was a mirror inside the coffin: everyone who looked inside it&lt;br /&gt;    could see himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    There was also a sign next to the mirror that said:&lt;br /&gt;    "There is only one person who is capable to set limits to your growth:&lt;br /&gt;    it is YOU.&lt;br /&gt;    You are the only person who can revolutionize your life. You are the&lt;br /&gt;    only person who can influence your happiness, your realization and your&lt;br /&gt;    success. You are the only person who can help yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Your life does not change when your boss changes, when your friends&lt;br /&gt;    change, when your parents change, when your partner changes, when your&lt;br /&gt;    company changes. Your life changes when YOU change, when you go beyond&lt;br /&gt;    your limiting beliefs, when you realize that you are the only one&lt;br /&gt;    responsible for your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "The most important relationship you can have, is the one you have with&lt;br /&gt;    yourself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Examine yourself, watch yourself. Don't be afraid of difficulties,&lt;br /&gt;    impossibilities and losses: be a winner, build yourself and your&lt;br /&gt;    reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The world is like a mirror: it gives back to anyone the reflection of&lt;br /&gt;    the thoughts in which one has strongly believed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The world and your reality are like mirrors laying in a coffin, which&lt;br /&gt;    show to any individual the death of his divine capability to imagine and&lt;br /&gt;    create his happiness and his success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It's the way you face Life that makes the difference&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110552569995477118-3321720279489020617?l=crypticmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3321720279489020617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/very-interesting-and-thought-provoking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110552569995477118/posts/default/3321720279489020617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110552569995477118/posts/default/3321720279489020617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/very-interesting-and-thought-provoking.html' title='VERY INTERESTING AND THOUGHT PROVOKING'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11478257295412363621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110552569995477118.post-4333165476585687604</id><published>2009-03-20T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:04:19.054-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forwarded Messages'/><title type='text'>Few of Internet terms  for Pinoys</title><content type='html'>Mga terminong pang internet na dapat na sumikat, katulad ni Kuya Bodjie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumbnailgenic - Maganda lang pag sa thumbnail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g. "Ay pakshet. Kala ko kamukha ni Angel. Thumbnailgenic lang pala!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Googulo - taong lahat ng alam e galing lang sa nahanap nya sa google. Pag walang internet, wag mo na syang kausapin dahil puro "cannot connect" lang mapapala mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g. "Wag mo na tanungin si Kat tungkol sa assignment. Googulo lang yun eh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FaceBuhok - Facebook profile pic na puro buhok lang ang makikita mo kasi saksakan ng pangit ng mukha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g. "Astig girlfriend mo ah, facebuhok. Pakamatay ka na lang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendster - Lalaking kaibigan na akala mo friend, yun pala eh sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g. "Dati, kasama pa namin sya nagoovernight. Taena, kung alam ko lang na friendster yun..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multi-ply - Babaeng sobrang kapal magmakeup, parang may limang patong ng foundation ang mukha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g. "Wow, you look beautiful. Do you have multi-ply?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dixiechicks - opposite ng chicksilog. Tibong nagpapanggap na lalaki para makahookup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g. "Si pareng arnold pala, dixiechicks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testimonyo - Mga taong parang dimonyo kung manghingi ng testimonial. Di ka tatantanan hanggat di ka bumibigay sa gusto nya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g. "Dear lord, sana po kunin nyo na lahat ng testimonyo dito sa mundo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streaming - Ihi lang sandali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g. "Wait lang bro, streaming muna."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download - Pagtae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g. "Natagalan ako kasi yung streaming ko, naging download."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torrent - Matinding pagtatae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g. "Kumain pala ako ng panis na ube. Mukhang mapapatorrent ako nito mamaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source:http://redkinoko.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-internet-terms-for-filipinos.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110552569995477118-4333165476585687604?l=crypticmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4333165476585687604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/few-of-internet-terms-for-pinoys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110552569995477118/posts/default/4333165476585687604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110552569995477118/posts/default/4333165476585687604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/few-of-internet-terms-for-pinoys.html' title='Few of Internet terms  for Pinoys'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11478257295412363621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110552569995477118.post-3295501007548905792</id><published>2009-03-16T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T01:59:44.728-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forwarded Messages'/><title type='text'>Si Tatay...: an Essay-Writing Contest Winner</title><content type='html'>Paki-share na lang po. Para sa mga Tatay; sa mga taong Tatay na; sa mga taong may Tatay pa; sa mga taong wala ng Tatay; sa mga na Nanay pero Tatay pala..... at para sa ating lahat na nagmamahal sa ating mga Tatay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good and warm and heartbreaking story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Si Tatay...: an Essay-Writing Contest Winner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1980 ako ipinanganak. Tatlong taon bago pinatay si&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninoy Aquino at anim na taon bago ang EDSA uprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taon ding ito nang nagkaroon ng malaking krisis sa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;langis ang buong mundo. P24.00 ang palitan ng dolyar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa piso at 48 milyon na ang populasyon ng Pilipinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito rin ang taong unang pumunta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ng Middle East ang tatay ko para magtrabaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang karpintero ang Tatay. Isang skilled worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaki ang pangangailangan ng bansang pupuntahan ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatay sa mga katulad niya. Sabi ng Nanay mahirap daw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang buhay noong mga panahong iyon. Inabot na raw ang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bansa ng economic depression na galing sa Europa at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amerika. Kaya minabuti ng Tatay na mag-abroad. Anupa't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dalawa ang pinag-aaral niya at may bago na naman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siyang bibig na pakakainin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Parating pinapaalala sa amin ng Nanay na "nagtiis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaming magkahiwalay ng tatay ninyo para magkaroon tayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ng maginhawang buhay." Palibhasa'y parehas galing sa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hirap, kaya siguro ganoon na lamang ang pananaw nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uuwi kada dalawang taon, tapos aalis na ulit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagkalipas ng dalawang buwan. Ganyan ang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pattern ng buhay ng tatay ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumutok ang giyera sa Middle East noong 1989. Doon ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unang narinig ang mga salitang Operation: Desert Storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at Third Anti-Christ. Nandoon din si Tatay. Isang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beses lamang siya nakatawag sa loob ng tatlong taon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niyang pagkaka-stranded sa bansang iyon. Mabuti naman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daw ang lagay niya. May tirahan naman daw sila at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;husto sa lahat ng pangangailangan. Hindi naman daw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sila gagalawin sa giyera sabi ng embahada ng Pilipinas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dahil hindi naman daw sila kasali sa awayan ng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dalawang bansa at ng pakialamerong Amerika. Iyon naman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pala eh, bakit ka pa rin nandyan?! Na-imagine ko na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lang tuloy ang Tatay na parang isa sa mga sibilyan na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumadaan habang nakikipagbarilan ako sa larong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operation: Wolf sa SM City. Nang mahawi ang mga usok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ng giyera umuwi na ang Tatay. Wala pang isang taon ay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakita ko na naman ang aking sarili na nakasakay sa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arkiladong dyip para ihatid ang Tatay sa Airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papuntang Middle East . Ikaw ba naman ang magkaroon ng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinag-aaral na nurse, isang semin aris ta at tatlo pa sa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elementarya. Kailangang kumayod, kailangang kumita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung tutuusin maraming na-miss ang Tatay sa buhay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naming magkakapatid, lalo na sa akin. Wala siya nang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una akong magtalumpati sa entablado. Wala din siya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nang grumadweyt ako ng elementarya at hayskul. Wala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siya nang una akong nakipagsuntukan sa kaklase ko nang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inasar ako nito habang binibigay ko ang libreng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plastic na singsing na galing sa cheese curls sa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaklase kong babae. Wala din siya para turuan akong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magbasketbol tulad ng ginagawa ng mga kapitbahay ko sa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanilang anak. Wala rin siya para panoorin si Kuya na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contestant sa Student Canteen at ako naman para&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabitan niya ng medalya para sa mga math competition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na sinalihan ko. Wala siya nang dumating ako sa punto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ng aking buhay, na siya ring kinakatakutan ng lahat ng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katulad kong nagbibinata- -ang magpatuli. Wala rin siya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para turuan akong maglanggas. Wala siya nang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kauna-unahang lumabas ang pangalan ko sa dyaryong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pang-estudyante bilang isang editor. Ipinagtabi ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siya ng mga kopya para maipagmalaki sa kanyang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagdating. Wala siya nang una akong tumikim ng alak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dahil binasted ako ng dinidigahan kong babae. Wala rin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siya nang sumubok akong manigarilyo at itapon ito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagkatapos ng dalawang hithit pa lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala siya, wala siya parati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napansin ko na lamang na mas naiibuhos naming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magkakapatid ang oras naming sa labas ng bahay at sa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eskwelahan. Ang Ate ay kagawad ng Sangguniang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabataan, ang Kuya naman ay matagal nang kinuha ng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seminaryo, ang dalawa kong kapatid ay may mga sarili&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nang kina-career at ako naman ay natutuon sa aking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagsusulat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumating ang isa sa pinakamasayang araw ng buhay ko,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang pagdating ng Tatay at sabihing ito na ang huli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niyang uwi dahil hindi na siya babalik ulit sa abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makalipas ang ilang buwan, trinangkaso ang Tatay. Sabi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ng doktor ay overfatigue lang daw at kailangan niyang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magpahinga. Pagkaraan nang ilang buwan, na-diagnose na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may tumubong tumor sa utak ng Tatay at malignant na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ito. Minsan naitanong sa akin ng uncle kong doktor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung nauntog ba ang Tatay o nabagsakan ng mabigat na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bagay sa ulo. Nahihiyang ngiti, kamot sa ulo at isang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hindi ko po alam" lang ang naisagot ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung gaano kabilis na nadiskubre ang tumor niya sa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;utak ay ganun din kabilis na binawi sa amin ng Diyos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang Tatay. Habang pinagmamasdan ko ang Tatay habang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mapayapa itong nakahimlay noong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burol niya, nahihirapang tumulo ang luha ko. Kung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tutuusin, hindi ko kilala ang taong ito. Siya ang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tatay ko. Kalahati ng pagkatao ko ay galing sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero kung tatanungin mo ako kung anong gusto niyang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timpla ng kape, kung allergic ba siya sa hipon na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paborito ko, kung San Miguel o Purefoods ba ang team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niya sa PBA--isang malaking EWAN lang ang maisasagot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ko sa iyo. Noong bata pa ako, nasa abroad ang Tatay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag nandito naman siya para magbakasyon, mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malaking oras ang nagugol niya sa pag-aasikaso ng mga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papeles niya para sa susunod niyang pag-alis. Nang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tumigil na siya sa pagtatrabaho, ako naman ang abala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa mga reports, periodical examinations at mga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;research works. Nang nasa ospital na siya, kahit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makipagkuwentuhan ay mahirap nang gawin dahil halos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi na siya maintindihang magsalita dulot ng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemotherapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Matagal nang patay ang Tatay. Minsan nabalitaan kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumating na ang seaman na tatay ng boss ko, pilit ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siyang pinauuwi nang maaga. Minsan ding buong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kawilihan kong pinagmamasdan ang isang kaibigan ko na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagmamadali dahil baka masaraduhan na siya ng grocery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan niyang makabili ng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingredients ng spaghetti dahil 'yun daw ang bilin ng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tatay niyang na-stroke. Minsan rin nang makainuman ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang matalik kong kaibigan habang binubuhos niya sa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akin ang sama ng loob niya sa pagbabalik ng tatay niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na malupit sa kanila nang mahabang panahon at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ipinagpalit sila sa ibang babae. Sa tingin ko lang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Buti ka pa nga may Tatay pa." Syempre hindi ko sinabi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iyon sa kanya. Baka mamaya tanungin pa niya ako kung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanino ako kampi, kami pa ang mag-away. Minsan din&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinamahan ko ang kababata ko nang dinalhan niya ng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pansit ang tatay niya sa City Jail. Hindi naman sila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagtatanong kung bakit ako ganun. Wala naman silang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alam kay Tatay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maraming pagkakataon na nanghihinayang ako dahil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masyadong maaga ang paghihiwalay namin ng Tatay. Gusto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kong sisihin ang Pilipinas dahil napakahirap ng buhay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dito. Sa Amerika ba may tatay na nangingibang- bansa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para makapagtrabaho lang? Naisip ko tuloy na sumama na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lang sa mga nagpipiket na mga migrante dahil alam ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tulad ko rin sila. Kadalasan rin sinisisi ko si Saddam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hussein at ang Gulf War dahil kinuha nila ang tatlong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taon sa buhay ng Tatay. Sayang ang tatlong taong iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakalaro ko man lang sana ang Tatay ng basketbol o di&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya'y naturuan niya akong mag-bike. (Beinte anyos na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ko nang matuto mag-bike).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Isa sa mga klase ko sa writing ang nagpasulat sa amin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ng kahit ano tungkol sa aming mga tatay, samahan pa ng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;larawan kung maaari. Bigla tuloy akong nalito. Hindi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ko alam kung anong tungkol sa Tatay ang isusulat ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikuwento ko kaya na isang Overseas Contract Worker si&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatay. Isang bagong bayani. Nag-aambag ng malaki sa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ekonomiya ng Pilipinas. Sabihin ko kayang may larawan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ng tatay kong may suot na hard hat na dilaw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;construction boots at may hawak na drill at kasama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niyang nakangiti ang mga kapwa niyang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilipino with matching background na disyerto. O kaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang larawan nilang magkakababayan habang pinagdiriwang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nila ang New Year at nag-iiyakan dahil tinutugtog and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lupang Hinirang. Ang drama no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuwento ko kaya na isang survivor ng Gulf War ang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatay. Na natutulog siya at ipinaghehele ng mga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patriot at Scud Missiles. Pakita ko kaya ang mga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remembrance ng Tatay na mga dull na landmines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adventure naman ang dating nito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuwento ko kaya kung paano hindi nagpabaya ang Tatay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa pagbibigay ng pangangailangan namin. Hindi kami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumasala sa pagkain, may magagandang damit, maayos na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tirahan at nakakapag-aral. Siya ay naging isang good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;provider. Siguro isang malalim na buntong hiningang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haaaaaay!" ang ibibigay sa akin ng mga kaklase ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O di kaya'y dalhin ko ang picture ni Tatay habang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kini-chemotherapy siya. Ikwento ko din kaya na naging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mabilis ang lahat ng mga pangyayari. Na inoperahan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siya sa loob ng walong oras at binutasan ang ulo niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na nakalabas pa siya ng ospital. Pagkatapos ng isang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;linggo, agad siyang namatay. Tragic naman ang approach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ko nito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gayahin ko kaya ang kuwento sa telebisyon na tipong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;galit na galit sa mundo ang anak dahil hindi ito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nabigyan ng sapat na atensyon dahil inuna ng kanilang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tatay ang pinansyal nilang pangangailangan. Teka,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi naman totoo yon eh! Napaka-unfair naman 'nun kay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikuwento ko na lang kaya ang isa sa mga magagandang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alaala namin kay Tatay. Apat na taon ako noon. Malinaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na malinaw pa sa alaala ko ang pangyayari. Kadarating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lamang ng Tatay pagkaraan ng dalawang taon. Nagkaroon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ng simpleng party sa bahay. Kainuman niya ang mga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kumpare niya nang tumayo siya at binuhat ako mula sa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuna ko habang pinaglalaruan ko ang bagong matchbox na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pasalubong niya sa akin. Inutusan niya ako na ikuha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siya ng beer sa refrigerator. Pagkakuha ko ng beer ay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinandong niya ako at buong pagmamalaki na ibinida sa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mga kumpare niya na natanggap na raw ako sa local na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Care Center dahil abot na ng kanang kamay ko ang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aking kaliwang tenga kahit idaan pa sa ibabaw ng ulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ko at matatas na ako magsalita at madali raw akong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matuto. Matagal din akong nanatili sa pagkakandong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niya. Mistula siyang bagong dating na hari na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suot-suot ang kanyang korona. Ako ang kanyang korona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag naaalala ko ito, napapawi ang lahat ng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panghihinayang ko sa mga taong kailangan niyang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magtrabaho at mawala sa piling namin. Mga panahong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kasama ng mga tatay nila ang mga anak nila. Ito na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lang ang isusulat ko. Bago ang lahat, pupunasahan ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muna ang mga luha ko at ang patulo ko ng sipon. Baka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mapatakan pa ang keyboard ng computer at ang hawak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kong picture. Picture ng isang paslit na may hawak na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bote ng beer habang kandong ng tatay na kitang-kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang kasiyahan sa mukha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110552569995477118-3295501007548905792?l=crypticmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3295501007548905792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/si-tatay-essay-writing-contest-winner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110552569995477118/posts/default/3295501007548905792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110552569995477118/posts/default/3295501007548905792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/si-tatay-essay-writing-contest-winner.html' title='Si Tatay...: an Essay-Writing Contest Winner'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11478257295412363621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110552569995477118.post-5485765952816842378</id><published>2009-03-16T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T23:13:20.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forwarded Messages'/><title type='text'>2009 Horoscope and it's accurate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2DrGqk0rvg/Sb862FR15wI/AAAAAAAAABU/SqKMA_0_Ybo/s1600-h/aries.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2DrGqk0rvg/Sb862FR15wI/AAAAAAAAABU/SqKMA_0_Ybo/s320/aries.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314030786124834562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARIES - The Aggressive&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing. Lovable. Spontaneous. Not one to mess with. Funny. Excellent kisser EXTREMELY adorable. Loves relationships, and family is very important to an aries.  Aries are known for being generous and giving. Addictive. Loud. Always has the need to be 'Right'. Aries will argue to prove their point for hours and hours.  Aries are some of the most wonderful people in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2DrGqk0rvg/Sb87TdVM05I/AAAAAAAAABc/vfXLkKqJ7iI/s1600-h/taurus.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2DrGqk0rvg/Sb87TdVM05I/AAAAAAAAABc/vfXLkKqJ7iI/s320/taurus.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314031290797577106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAURUS - The Tramp&lt;br /&gt;Aggressive. Loves being in long relationships.  Likes to give a good fight.  Fight for what they want. Can be annoying at times, but for the love of attention.  Extremely outgoing. Loves to help people in times of need. Good kisser. Good personality. Stubborn. A caring person. They can be self centered and if they want something they will do anything to get it. They love to sleep and can be lazy.  One of a kind. Not one to mess with. Are the most attractive people on earth! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2DrGqk0rvg/Sb88Q9OE8II/AAAAAAAAABk/SDExy6WFwV8/s1600-h/gemini.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2DrGqk0rvg/Sb88Q9OE8II/AAAAAAAAABk/SDExy6WFwV8/s320/gemini.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314032347329654914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEMINI - The Twin&lt;br /&gt;Nice. Love is one of a kind. Great listeners. Very Good at confusing people... Lover not a fighter, but will still knock you out. Geminis will not take any crap from anyone. Geminis like to tell people what they should do and get offended easily.  They are great at losing things and are forgetful.  Geminis can be very sarcastic and childish at times and are very nosey.  Trustworthy. Always happy. VERY Loud. Talkative. Outgoing. VERY FORGIVING. Loves to make out. Has a beautiful smile. Generous. Strong. THE MOST IRRESISTIBLE.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P2DrGqk0rvg/Sb88j_svGII/AAAAAAAAABs/eDijK6QYY9U/s1600-h/cancer.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P2DrGqk0rvg/Sb88j_svGII/AAAAAAAAABs/eDijK6QYY9U/s320/cancer.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314032674412632194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANCER - The Beauty&lt;br /&gt;MOST AMAZING KISSER. Very high appeal. A Cancer's Love is one of a kind. Very romantic. Most caring person you will ever meet in your life.  Entirely creative Person, most are artists and insane, respectfully speaking. They perfected sex and do it often.  Extremely random. An Ultimate Freak. Extremely funny and is usually the life of the party.  Most Cancers will take you under their wing and into their hearts where you will remain forever.  Cancers make love with a passion beyond compare. Spontaneous.  Not a Fighter, But will kick your ass good if it comes down to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cid:008b01c90cb9$c4733f20$0b00a8c0@ACERSA803&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEO - The Lion&lt;br /&gt;Great talker. Attractive and passionate. Laid back. Usually happy but when unhappy tend to be grouchy and childish. A Leo's problem becomes everyone's problem.  Most Leos are very predictable and tend to be monotonous. Knows how to have fun. Is really good at almost anything. Great kisser. Very predictable. Outgoing.  Down to earth. Addictive. Attractive. Loud. Loves being in long relationships. Talkative. Not one to mess with. Rare to find. Good when found. 7 years of bad luck if you do not forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2DrGqk0rvg/Sb89Yb87buI/AAAAAAAAAB0/f5MFqzHq9uA/s1600-h/virgo.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2DrGqk0rvg/Sb89Yb87buI/AAAAAAAAAB0/f5MFqzHq9uA/s320/virgo.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314033575349939938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIRGO - The One that Waits&lt;br /&gt;Dominant in relationships. Someone loves them right now. Always wants the last word. Caring. Smart. Loud. Loyal. Easy to talk to. Everything you ever wanted. Easy to please. A pushover.  Loves to gamble and take chances. Needs to have the last say in everything.  They think they know everything and usually do.  Respectful to others but you will quickly lose their respect if you do something untrustworthy towards them and never regain respect.  They do not forgive and never forget. The one and only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2DrGqk0rvg/Sb89m0Rs_6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZpPDU1Q4WGo/s1600-h/libra.htm"&gt;&lt;img style=" margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2DrGqk0rvg/Sb89m0Rs_6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZpPDU1Q4WGo/s320/libra.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314033822397693858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIBRA - The Lame One&lt;br /&gt;Nice to everyone they meet. Their Love is one of a kind. Silly, fun and sweet. Have own unique appeal. Most caring person you will ever meet! However,  not the kind of person you want to mess with... you might end up crying. Libras can cause as much havoc as they can prevent.  Faithful friends to the end.  Can hold a grudge for years. Libras are someone you want on your side.  Usually great at sports and are extreme sports fanatics.  Kinda dumb at times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCORPIO - The Addict&lt;br /&gt;EXTREMELY adorable.  Loves to joke. Very Good sense of humor. Will try almost anything once.  Loves to be pampered.  Energetic. Predictable. GREAT kisser. Always get what they want.  Attractive.  Loves being in long relationships. Talkative. Loves to party but at times to the extreme.  Loves the smell and feel of money and is good at making it but just as good at spending it!  Very protective over loved ones. HARD workers. Can be a good friend but if is disrespected by a friend, the friendship will end. Romantic. Caring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cid:008e01c90cb9$c4733f20$0b00a8c0@ACERSA803&lt;br /&gt;SAGITTARIUS - The Promiscuous One&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous. High appeal. Rare to find. Great when found. Loves being in long relationships. So much love to give. A loner most of the time.  Loses patience easily and will not take crap.  If in a bad mood stay FAR away.  Gets offended easily and remembers the offense forever.  Loves deeply but at times will not show it, feels it is a sign of weakness.  Has many fears but will not show it.  VERY private person.  Defends loved ones will all their abilities. Can be childish often. Not one to mess with. Very pretty. Very romantic. Nice to everyone they meet. Their Love is one of a kind. Silly, fun and sweet. Have own unique appeal. Most caring person you will ever meet! Amazing in bed..!!! Not the kind of person you want to mess with- you might end up crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2DrGqk0rvg/Sb8-C__49AI/AAAAAAAAACE/IXTPQAb10iE/s1600-h/capricornio.htm"&gt;&lt;img style=" margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2DrGqk0rvg/Sb8-C__49AI/AAAAAAAAACE/IXTPQAb10iE/s320/capricornio.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314034306580542466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPRICORN - The Passionate Lover&lt;br /&gt;Love to bust. Nice. Sassy. Intelligent. Sexy. Grouchy at times and annoying to some.  Lazy and love to take it easy. But when they find a job or something they like to do they put their all into it.  Proud, understanding and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Irresistible. Loves being in long relationships. Great talker. Always gets what he or she wants. Cool. Loves to win against other signs especially Gemini's in sports.  Likes to cook but would rather go out to eat at good restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;Extremely fun. Loves to joke. Smart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2DrGqk0rvg/Sb8-QH-kRUI/AAAAAAAAACM/wXuvzVLYB-I/s1600-h/aquario.htm"&gt;&lt;img style=" margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2DrGqk0rvg/Sb8-QH-kRUI/AAAAAAAAACM/wXuvzVLYB-I/s320/aquario.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314034532060775746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AQUARIUS - Does It In The Water&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy. Attractive. Great kisser. One of a kind, loves being in long-term relationships. Can be clumsy at times but tries hard.  Will take on any project.  Proud of themselves in whatever they do.  Messy and unorganized. Procrastinators.  Great lovers, when they're not sleeping.  Extreme thinkers. Loves their pets usually more then their familiy.  Can be VERY irritating to others when they try to explain or tell a story.  Unpredictable. Will exceed your expectations. Not a Fighter but will Knock your lights out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2DrGqk0rvg/Sb8-dX2QNPI/AAAAAAAAACU/FzB0ZKnFPJ8/s1600-h/pieces.htm"&gt;&lt;img style=" margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2DrGqk0rvg/Sb8-dX2QNPI/AAAAAAAAACU/FzB0ZKnFPJ8/s320/pieces.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314034759659173106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PISCES - The Partner for Life&lt;br /&gt;Caring and kind. Smart. Center of attention. Messy at times and irresponsible!  Smart but lazy.  High appeal. Has the last word. Good to find, hard to keep. Passionate, wonderful lovers.  Fun to be around. Too trusting at times and gets hurt easily.  Lover of animals.  VERY caring, make wonderful nurses or doctors. They always try to do the right thing sometimes get the short end of the stick.  They sometimes get used by others and hurt because of their trusting.   Extremely weird but in a good way. Good Sense of Humor!!! Thoughtful. Always gets what he or she wants. Loves to joke. Very popular. Silly, fun and sweet. Good friend to other but need to be choosy on who they allow their friends to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110552569995477118-5485765952816842378?l=crypticmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5485765952816842378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/2009-horoscope-and-its-accurate.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110552569995477118/posts/default/5485765952816842378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110552569995477118/posts/default/5485765952816842378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/2009-horoscope-and-its-accurate.html' title='2009 Horoscope and it&apos;s accurate!'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11478257295412363621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2DrGqk0rvg/Sb862FR15wI/AAAAAAAAABU/SqKMA_0_Ybo/s72-c/aries.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110552569995477118.post-6381479933740991768</id><published>2009-03-16T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:25:01.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotable quotes - By Bob Ong</title><content type='html'>1. "Kung hindi mo mahal ang isang tao,&lt;br /&gt;wag ka nang magpakita ng motibo para mahalin ka nya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Huwag mong bitawan ang bagay na hindi mo kayang makitang hawak ng iba."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Huwag mong hawakan kung alam mong bibitawan mo lang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Huwag na huwag ka hahawak kapag alam mong may hawak ka na."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "Parang elevator lang yan eh, bakit mo pagsisiksikan ung sarili mo kung walang pwesto para sayo.&lt;br /&gt;Eh meron naman hagdan, ayaw mo lang pansinin."&lt;br /&gt;Sabi naman ni Juan tamad, "Babalik at babalik parin ang elevator, kaya mas maganda na maghintay ka nalang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "Kung maghihintay ka nang lalandi sayo,&lt;br /&gt;walang mangyayari sa buhay mo. Dapat lumandi ka din."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "Pag may mahal ka at ayaw sayo, hayaan mo.&lt;br /&gt;Malay mo sa mga susunod na araw ayaw mo na din sa kanya, naunahan ka lang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. "Hiwalayan na kung di ka na masaya.&lt;br /&gt;Walang gamot sa tanga kundi pagkukusa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. "Pag hindi ka mahal ng mahal mo wag ka magreklamo.&lt;br /&gt;Kasi may mga tao rin na di mo mahal pero mahal ka.. Kaya quits lang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. "Kung dalawa ang mahal mo, piliin mo yung pangalawa.&lt;br /&gt;Kasi hindi ka naman magmamahal ng iba kung mahal mo talaga yung una."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. "Hindi porke't madalas mong ka-chat, kausap sa telepono, kasama sa mga lakad o ka-text ng wantusawa eh may gusto sayo at magkakatuluyan kayo.&lt;br /&gt;Meron lang talagang mga taong sadyang friendly, sweet, flirt, malandi, pa-fall o paasa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. "Huwag magmadali sa babae o lalaki. Tatlo, lima , sampung taon, mag-iiba ang pamantayan mo at maiisip mong hindi pala tamang pumili ng kapareha dahil lang maganda o maapel ito.&lt;br /&gt;Totong mas mahalaga ang kalooban ng tao higit sa anuman. Sa paglipas ng panahon, maging ang mga crush ng bayan nagmumukha ding pandesal, maniwala ka."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. "Minsan kahit ikaw ang nakaschedule, kailangan mo pa rin maghintay, kasi hindi ikaw ang priority."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. "Mahirap pumapel sa buhay ng tao. Lalo na kung hindi ikaw yung bida sa script na pinili nya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. "Alam mo ba kung gaano kalayo ang pagitan ng dalawang tao pag nagtalikuran na sila?&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan mong libutin ang buong mundo para lang makaharap ulit ang taong tinalikuran mo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. â€œMas mabuting mabigo sa paggawa ng isang bagay kesa magtagumpay sa paggawa ng wala.â€&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. â€œHindi lahat ng kaya mong intindihin ay katotohan,&lt;br /&gt;at hindi lahat ng hindi mo kayang intindihin ay kasinungalingan.â€&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. "Kung nagmahal ka ng taong di dapat at nasaktan ka, wag mong sisihin ang puso mo. Tumitibok lng yan para mag-supply ng dugo sa katawan mo.&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon, kung magaling ka sa anatomy at ang sisisihin mo naman ay ang hypothalamus mo na kumokontrol ng emotions mo, mali ka pa rin! Bakit?&lt;br /&gt;Utang na loob! Wag mong isisi sa body organs mo ang mga sama ng loob mo sa buhay!&lt;br /&gt;Tandaan mo: magiging masaya ka lang kung matututo kang tanggapin na hindi ang puso, utak, atay o bituka mo ang may kasalanan sa lahat ng nangyari sayo,&lt;br /&gt;kundi IKAW mismo!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110552569995477118-6381479933740991768?l=crypticmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6381479933740991768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/quotable-quotes-by-bob-ong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110552569995477118/posts/default/6381479933740991768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110552569995477118/posts/default/6381479933740991768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/quotable-quotes-by-bob-ong.html' title='Quotable quotes - By Bob Ong'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11478257295412363621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110552569995477118.post-8560798128557867435</id><published>2009-03-16T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:41:06.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forwarded Messages'/><title type='text'>I  WISH YOU ENOUGH</title><content type='html'>Recently I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure. Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the mother said, 'I love you and I wish you enough'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daughter replied, 'Mom, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kissed and the daughter left. The mother walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see she wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on her privacy but she welcomed me in by asking, 'Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, I have,' I replied. 'Forgive me for asking, but why is this forever good-bye?'&lt;br /&gt;'I am old and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is - the next trip back will be for my funeral,' she said..&lt;br /&gt;'When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough'. May I ask what that means? '.&lt;br /&gt;She began to smile. 'That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone'. She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail and she smiled even more. 'When we said, 'I wish you enough', we want the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them'. Then turning toward me, she shared the following as if she were reciting it from memory.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess .  &lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then began to cry and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them but then an entire life to forget them.&lt;br /&gt;* Only if you wish send this to the people you will never forget. If you don't send it to anyone it may mean that you are in such a hurry that you have forgotten your friends.&lt;br /&gt;TAKE TIME TO LIVE.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends and loved ones,&lt;br /&gt;I WISH YOU ENOUGH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110552569995477118-8560798128557867435?l=crypticmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8560798128557867435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wish-you-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110552569995477118/posts/default/8560798128557867435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110552569995477118/posts/default/8560798128557867435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wish-you-enough.html' title='I  WISH YOU ENOUGH'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11478257295412363621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110552569995477118.post-1349775413613203529</id><published>2009-03-16T18:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:23:45.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forwarded Messages'/><title type='text'>True Friendship</title><content type='html'>This is hilarious: Read the bottom after the cartoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2DrGqk0rvg/Sb8ElJCHIRI/AAAAAAAAABM/FqnjsjMNDzA/s1600-h/download2.htm"&gt;&lt;img style=" margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2DrGqk0rvg/Sb8ElJCHIRI/AAAAAAAAABM/FqnjsjMNDzA/s320/download2.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313971121446920466"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a lifetime &lt;br /&gt;     you find a friend&lt;br /&gt;         who touches not only your heart&lt;br /&gt;             but also your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;     you discover someone &lt;br /&gt;         stands beside you&lt;br /&gt;                not over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;     if you are lucky&lt;br /&gt;        you will find someone&lt;br /&gt;            as i have found you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very special people&lt;br /&gt;     we can be ourselves with&lt;br /&gt;        talk with, laugh with&lt;br /&gt;             hope with, and believe with&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110552569995477118-1349775413613203529?l=crypticmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1349775413613203529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/true-friendship_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110552569995477118/posts/default/1349775413613203529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110552569995477118/posts/default/1349775413613203529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/true-friendship_16.html' title='True Friendship'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11478257295412363621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2DrGqk0rvg/Sb8ElJCHIRI/AAAAAAAAABM/FqnjsjMNDzA/s72-c/download2.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110552569995477118.post-5081709610237158544</id><published>2009-03-16T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:52:06.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forwarded Messages'/><title type='text'>A sign by the roadside</title><content type='html'>A sign by the roadside carried this message:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;           "I am getting sick of the rat race.  The rats keep getting bigger and faster."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Many of us, no doubt, feel that way.  Inspite of the advances in technology, our frustration level seems as high or higher than ever.  The core problem is that sinful human nature has not changed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;     Almost 3,000 years ago, Solomon made three insightful observations about the rat race of life in his day. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    First he said that a desire to outdo one's peers was the motive behind much human industriousness, and this was a no-win situation.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;               "Then I saw that all toil and skillful work is the rivalry of one man for&lt;br /&gt;                another.  This is also vanity and a chase after wind."&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                       ((Ecclesiastes 4:4)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;     Second, those who dropped out of the rat race became lazy and unproductive.  This kind of idleness is foolish and self-destructive.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                      "The fool folds his arms and consumes his own flesh."&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                    (v.5)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;      Third, Solomon said that people became so obsessed with making money that they did not form healthy relationships.  This made them go through life without purpose or meaning, never satisfied with all they had worked for.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                "....a solitary man with no companion; with neither a son nor brother.&lt;br /&gt;                 Yet there is no end to all his toil, and riches do not satisfy his greed.".(v. 8)&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                &lt;br /&gt;      Let us remember,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;              "Better is one handful with tranquility than two with toil and a chase&lt;br /&gt;               after the ."     (v.6)                                                                                             &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To avoid compulsive grasping or self-destructive escapism, let us put God as the center of our life and be thankful for what He has given us.  Then we will succeed in the rat race of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110552569995477118-5081709610237158544?l=crypticmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5081709610237158544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/sign-by-roadside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110552569995477118/posts/default/5081709610237158544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110552569995477118/posts/default/5081709610237158544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/sign-by-roadside.html' title='A sign by the roadside'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11478257295412363621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110552569995477118.post-5774594447310006779</id><published>2009-03-03T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:03:50.178-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career  (satisfactions and frustrations)'/><title type='text'>How I Failed</title><content type='html'>I’VE BEEN OUT OF SCHOOL SINCE MARCH 2005 AND I HAVENT GONE ANYWHERE. SURE I WORK HARD FOR ALL THIS YEARS AND MADE A DECENT SALARY BUT WHY I HAVENT GONE TO THE CORPORATE LADDER. LOOKING BACK I GUESS THERE ARE A FEW REASONS WHY I NEVER EXCELLED.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. LACK OF WELL-DEFINED DIRECTION SUCH AS HAVING LONG  AND SHORT TERM GOALS IN LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have a purpose in life, am like a ship without a destination. First and foremost before I jump in bandwagon of my career, I should have known what my objectives and goals in life are. Having a proper objective will help us visualize what career path we want to engage in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    LACK THE DESIRE AND AMBITION TO RISE ABOVE THE OTHERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can achieve anything we put are minds on. The product of weak desire is weak results, so the same with the strong desire in harmony with strong results. Dreams are fueled by our strong desire and this desire motivates us to do everything we can to be successful. However dreams are worthless if we don’t have the desire to rise above others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. AFRAID TO FACE CHALLENGES AND RISK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refusing to take risk will definitely leads you to nowhere. Every step we take involves risk. Simple things such as getting in the car every morning put you at risk to any potential danger with other drivers.  Your willingly to drive regardless of the risk involves of setting ones mind on the prize ahead.  In every risk and challenges there is an equal benefit. However I haven’t realize this until recently my dad pass away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  THE ABSENSE OF ABILITY TO TAKE FULL RESPONSIBILITY FOR LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually blame others for my success and failures in life.  I habitually do this every time I failed, never did I realize that in everything I do there is an equal reaction. Whatever I experience in life is simply the results of what my decisions in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blaming others for our success and failures is the habit of an irresponsible individual.  We should understand that whatever circumstances we have in life is the product of our own decisions. It is only appropriate to choose a course of action that can give us lasting benefits.  When life gives you lemon, try to make an effort to transform it into lemonade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. THE LACK OF SELF DISCIPLINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never did I train myself to succumb in any strict codes and credos. I’m overly self centered that I lack the ability to think clearly  that what habits I have today is synonymous to my life in the near future. Self control is the most important factors to succeed. Using this as a slave rather than a master will help you take hold of your life Discipline is what makes a person smart and it will keep his mind at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  INSUFFICIENT KNOWLEDGE AND LACK OF A MAIN FOCUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking up journalism, I consider writing is tantamount to express myself. As I go along, I have perceived that you need all the knowledge you can have to make your writings readable and understandable. The main purpose of writing is to inform and update nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;In every endeavor we take, we need to have a master plan to keep our mind into focus. The Jack of all trades and master of none can’t be used when you’re striving for something to acquire. You need to focus on one idea a t the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  HEALTH PROBLEMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inadequate sleep and overindulgence with alcoholic drinks will give you disturbance. You cannot achieve stability if your health is suffering. To maximize your chances of having a good life, you must start nourishing yourself with healthy food and habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  PROCRASTINATION AND INDECISION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t waste your time thinking and waiting for the right time to start your career race. Just like what I did before.  &lt;br /&gt;The time will always be right if you have been fueled with confidence in yourself and courage to face any obstacles that may come your way. Take little steps at a time and it will surely make a difference that indulging yourself with procrastination and indecision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  INTOLERANCE TO FEELINGS OF DISCOMFORT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being uncomfortable at all times. I haven’t realize that my intolerance for discomfort is my tranquilizer from experiencing worthwhile skills and knowledge that can be seen in a  working environment  full of pressures and hardship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you lack self confidence and are afraid of failing, tolerance will keep you moving. Your willingness to pursue your dream will be gauge on how tolerant you are to undergo any discomfort just to reach it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. THE FANTASY OF ACHIEVING SOMETHING FOR NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success cannot be achieved overnight, you need to work hard. The world is usually unfair and you need to struggle in order to get something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110552569995477118-5774594447310006779?l=crypticmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5774594447310006779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-i-failed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110552569995477118/posts/default/5774594447310006779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110552569995477118/posts/default/5774594447310006779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-i-failed.html' title='How I Failed'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11478257295412363621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110552569995477118.post-1441064366742222126</id><published>2009-02-13T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:29:41.724-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family album'/><title type='text'>my bOundless gratitude to my dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1LAL63IBDyw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1LAL63IBDyw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boundless gratitude to my father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My PAPA is a kind of father a child can need.  He never compels me to bring all the love he has shown me for all this years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True mothers deliver babies into the world and the importance of being a good mother can hardly be overstated. But my father plays an equally important role in the family. Children needs a father who loves them, who is there for them, and who does whatever he can to help them grow into responsible, trustworthy adults. I know my father have his own shortcomings but this does not made you a negligent father. You didn’t show me affection but I know that you care for the welfare of our family, yet sometimes situation doesn’t allow us to give you proper recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are times I have blame you for the misfortune I have experience for the past few years. I thought you never have the nerve to think of giving us material things including financing our school tuition fees, but I have stand awfully corrected. I haven’t thought how hard it is to earn money, while doing the will to survive is both frustrating and tiresome. I know you have dream wonderful things for your daughters, but situations don’t turns out right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand all the sacrifices you made is just to see Jennifer and Janice properly cloth and feed. There is no doubt about it- real efforts-yeas sacrifices are necessary to satisfy a child needs. It is also isn’t true that children cannot grow up successfully, if material things are lacking. Clearly providing children what they need most namely love, time, attention and concern can be worth a thousand.  PAPA have done his responsibilities to us in the best possible way he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learn so much from you “PA”. Habits that stand me in good stead or position throughout my life, good manners which is essential for good relationship and in many ways and cases moral standards in life in this troublesome world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you PA, I wish I could be there by your side listening to your views and opinions which usually differs mine, but it never leave me hanging myself nowhere. You have very practical views on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am today is simply the results of your sleepless nights of irrevocable pains and heartache for having very strong willed daughters who always have her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even though I follow my way and intuition. I still grip your advices and the lessons you taught me will constantly remind me of your unfading love for your daughters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110552569995477118-1441064366742222126?l=crypticmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1441064366742222126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-boundless-gratitude-to-ym-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110552569995477118/posts/default/1441064366742222126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110552569995477118/posts/default/1441064366742222126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-boundless-gratitude-to-ym-dad.html' title='my bOundless gratitude to my dad'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11478257295412363621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110552569995477118.post-630553401627136036</id><published>2009-02-02T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:15:53.657-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pieces of Me'/><title type='text'>Seeking</title><content type='html'>At twelve, my preoccupation was determining the precise relation of God, Heaven, Earth and Hell. i would lie in the bed at night looking out at the moon and clouds. My bed stood beside a window, and i could lie comfortably on my pillow and gaze up and out in the skies filled up with stars. I tried to imagine  all the people who had died, standing around up their in the sky. i tried to make them out surely they are peering down, longing for a friendly face? But i never caught a glimpse of one and after reading a book stating how many billions of people  had in fact inhabited the earth, i began to worry about population problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To solve it, i found it necessary to examine myself, not just to feel my feelings, but to examine them. As i grow older i realize that i really wanted to love and be love, really wanted to be good and have the approval of  my parents and teachers. But somehow I could never do it.   I was always making nasty cranks to my mother, resenting my father's fussiness.   I resented that they treated me as a child&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110552569995477118-630553401627136036?l=crypticmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/630553401627136036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/2009/02/seeking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110552569995477118/posts/default/630553401627136036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110552569995477118/posts/default/630553401627136036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/2009/02/seeking.html' title='Seeking'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11478257295412363621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110552569995477118.post-3623521112694206370</id><published>2009-01-31T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T07:20:56.065-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pieces of Me'/><title type='text'>Hiding</title><content type='html'>Perhaps u find JANICE a little ridiculous. I do myself. But i also have some sympathy for her, more than you, probably. You think she was vain  and shallow. i suppose those words that could have been applied to her but they are not the first one that spring to my mind.  I think she was ridiculous for hiding in her bedroom, but i like her better for that than for the meanness of her mouth, which she herself perceived, and tried to cover up with lipsticks, or powder. Her meanness was that of a pathetic old lady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3110552569995477118-3623521112694206370?l=crypticmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3623521112694206370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/2009/01/hiding.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110552569995477118/posts/default/3623521112694206370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3110552569995477118/posts/default/3623521112694206370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crypticmemories.blogspot.com/2009/01/hiding.html' title='Hiding'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11478257295412363621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
