<?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-9731161</id><updated>2012-01-15T17:41:23.967+08:00</updated><category term='close2yah'/><category term='realization'/><category term='event'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Hopeless romantic'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='afterglow'/><category term='Music'/><title type='text'>Kaleidoscope</title><subtitle type='html'>Color you Life, Laugh, Love, Cry and Live.^^</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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did some wrong things that I never would dream &lt;br&gt;But right then and there good is what it seemed &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Everyday I sit back and try to enjoy the good things&lt;br&gt;But every time in my head old memories ring&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want to break a chain which my problem binds me &lt;br&gt;But everyway I look hopelessness is what I see &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was dragging all my problems heavily down the road with me&lt;br&gt;At last I found Jesus which was the key &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;With his everlasting love he broke the chains that once held me down&lt;p&gt;It was such a burden lifted off my shoulders that a spun all around &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I look back now compassion is what I see &lt;br&gt;I see the love that Jesus gave to me &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;He took my life and place me on the right track&lt;br&gt;I never ever want to go back &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now that I am on the right road&lt;br&gt;I feel so much better after Jesus lifted that load &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jesus loves me and all of us To go to heaven &lt;br&gt;Jesus is a must &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;He can straighten you out &lt;br&gt;And but you back on the right route&lt;p&gt;Now I am on the right road...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent using a Sony Ericsson mobile phone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-4337703124310547473?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/4337703124310547473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=4337703124310547473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/4337703124310547473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/4337703124310547473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-took-long-road.html' title='I Took The Long Road...'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2oQKwHGlrx4/TxDF2CPbt-I/AAAAAAAAAxY/v5N0VSoe-fI/s72-c/Beach-787840.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-583065853517161074</id><published>2012-01-13T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T08:07:26.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Phone on the Wall</title><content type='html'>~ when I was a young boy, more years ago than I now care to remember, my father had one of the first telephones in our little village ~ I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall, with the shiny receiver hanging on the side of the box ~ I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it ~ then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person ~ her name was &amp;quot;Information Please&amp;quot; and there was nothing she did not know ~ Information Please could supply anyone&amp;#39;s number and the correct time ~ my personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbour ~&lt;br&gt;~ amusing myself at the work bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer ~ the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy ~ I walked around the house, sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway ~ the telephone ! ~ quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlour and dragged it to the landing ~ climbing up, I unhooked the receiver and held it to my ear ~ &amp;quot;Information, please,&amp;quot; I said into the mouthpiece just above my head ~ a click or two, and a small clear voice spoke into my ear ~ &amp;quot;Hello, Information.&amp;quot; ~ &amp;quot;I hurt my finger,&amp;quot; I wailed into the phone, the tears coming readily enough now that I had an audience ~ &amp;quot;Isn&amp;#39;t your mother home?&amp;quot; came the question ~ &amp;quot;Nobody&amp;#39;s home but me,&amp;quot; I blubbered ~ &amp;quot;Are you bleeding ?&amp;quot; the voice asked ~ &amp;quot;No,&amp;quot; I replied ~ &amp;quot;I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts.&amp;quot; ~ &amp;quot;Can you open the freezer?&amp;quot; she asked ~I said I could ~ &amp;quot;Then chip off a bit of ice and hold it to your finger,&amp;quot; said the voice ~&lt;br&gt;~ after that, I called &amp;quot;Information Please&amp;quot; for everything ~ I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where India was ~ she helped me with my maths ~ she told me my pet ferret that I had caught in the woods just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts ~ then, there was the time Charlie, our pet canary, died ~ I called &amp;quot;Information Please,&amp;quot; and told her the sad story ~ she listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child ~ but I was not consoled ~ I asked her ~ &amp;quot;Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?&amp;quot; ~ she must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly ~ &amp;quot;Robby, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in.&amp;quot; ~ somehow I felt better ~&lt;br&gt;~ another day I was on the telephone ~ &amp;quot;Information Please.&amp;quot; ~ &amp;quot;Information,&amp;quot; said the now familiar voice ~ &amp;quot;How do I spell fix?&amp;quot; I asked ~&lt;br&gt;~ all this took place in a small village outside Cork in the south of Ireland ~ when I was nine years old, we moved across the Irish Sea to Liverpool ~ I missed my friend very much ~ &amp;quot;Information Please&amp;quot; belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall ~&lt;br&gt;~ as I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me ~ often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then ~ I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent time on a little boy ~&lt;br&gt;~ a few years later, on my way to a business appointment in the United States, my plane put down in Cork ~ I had about a half-hour or so before resuming the journey ~ I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now ~&lt;br&gt;~ then without thinking what I was doing, I dialled my hometown operator and said, &amp;quot;Information Please.&amp;quot; ~ miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well ~ &amp;quot;Hello, Information.&amp;quot; ~ I hadn&amp;#39;t planned this, but I heard myself saying ~ &amp;quot;Could you please tell me how do I spell fix?&amp;quot; ~ there was a long pause ~ then came the soft spoken answer ~ &amp;quot;I guess your finger must have healed by now.&amp;quot; ~ I laughed ~ &amp;quot;So it&amp;#39;s really you,&amp;quot; I said ~ &amp;quot;I wonder if you have any idea&lt;p&gt;Sent using a Sony Ericsson mobile phone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-583065853517161074?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/583065853517161074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-6725849061620507042</id><published>2012-01-12T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T10:46:43.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Universal Studios Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uQLCRUctLEE/Tw5JlFFL5sI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/rfggtvQrldI/s1600/DSC03535_2-703890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uQLCRUctLEE/Tw5JlFFL5sI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/rfggtvQrldI/s320/DSC03535_2-703890.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696571480038172354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KIMeeoYbFxk/Tw5JlDAU-rI/AAAAAAAAAwY/7s6vQPQ1pe4/s1600/Photo0362_2-704703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KIMeeoYbFxk/Tw5JlDAU-rI/AAAAAAAAAwY/7s6vQPQ1pe4/s320/Photo0362_2-704703.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696571479480924850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q50FAXmL4s4/Tw5JlYRS73I/AAAAAAAAAwk/V0NuopKTx6I/s1600/Photo0150_2-705259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q50FAXmL4s4/Tw5JlYRS73I/AAAAAAAAAwk/V0NuopKTx6I/s320/Photo0150_2-705259.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696571485189238642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_-njUUK2p40/Tw5JlnGPQ6I/AAAAAAAAAw0/Qp4JjOl9_Hw/s1600/DSC03572_2-706076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_-njUUK2p40/Tw5JlnGPQ6I/AAAAAAAAAw0/Qp4JjOl9_Hw/s320/DSC03572_2-706076.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696571489169392546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UvMAQqtuNqU/Tw5Jl-6CrqI/AAAAAAAAAxA/gVmHwEnpHZ0/s1600/Photo0359_2-707522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UvMAQqtuNqU/Tw5Jl-6CrqI/AAAAAAAAAxA/gVmHwEnpHZ0/s320/Photo0359_2-707522.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696571495560687266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ON7FIQlMiEg/Tw5JmPmdpRI/AAAAAAAAAxM/4OBJOBgj6XI/s1600/DSC03631_2-708247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ON7FIQlMiEg/Tw5JmPmdpRI/AAAAAAAAAxM/4OBJOBgj6XI/s320/DSC03631_2-708247.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696571500041970962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Supposedly, it was a Mission tour in Singapore for fellow Christians who support our Ministry. After 3 days of lack of sleep and always in a rush. And loaded schedule of performances and rehearsals, we we&amp;#39;re given the chance to have a day of fun and relaxati0n in Universal Studios. It was 0nly a dream, yet it came true. Kn0wing that all by ourselves we can&amp;#39;t afford it. Specially me, my m0ney at that time is only P260. Who would thought that s0me0ne like me could enjoy a very expensive treat. We were also give $50each as pocket m0ney. Whew! God is truly amazing and full of surprises.&lt;p&gt;It was really a fun-thrilling unforgettable experience together with my Afterglow Family. Its priceless. Enjoyed Riding The Mummy (surprisingly thrilled and funny), Galactica ( a rollercoaster fr0nt seated ride), Madagascar ( tricky ride :-D), Sherk 4D ( yucky d0nkey), Water World Show (wetty wetty!), Spielbergs Lights Camera Action ( wow!).&lt;p&gt;Still its like a dream. :-) thank You Lord for the blessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-6725849061620507042?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/6725849061620507042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=6725849061620507042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/6725849061620507042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/6725849061620507042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2012/01/universal-studios-singapore.html' title='Universal Studios Singapore'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uQLCRUctLEE/Tw5JlFFL5sI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/rfggtvQrldI/s72-c/DSC03535_2-703890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-3673993841849904257</id><published>2012-01-12T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T09:39:36.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Puppies 4 Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vFDXrMzkCeo/Tw452EO49MI/AAAAAAAAAwE/GPuR68bwBN4/s1600/DSC03848_2-776027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vFDXrMzkCeo/Tw452EO49MI/AAAAAAAAAwE/GPuR68bwBN4/s320/DSC03848_2-776027.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696554179682170050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;-A short inspirational story-&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 20 puppies. And set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a little boy.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Mister,&amp;quot; he said, &amp;quot;I want to buy one of your puppies.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well,&amp;quot; said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat of the back of his neck, &amp;quot;These puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer. &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ve got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Sure,&amp;quot; said the farmer. And with that he let out a whistle.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Here, Dolly!&amp;quot; he called. Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur. The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight. As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up...&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I want that one,&amp;quot; the little boy said, pointing to the runt.&lt;p&gt;The farmer knelt down at the boy&amp;#39;s side and said, &amp;quot;Son, you don&amp;#39;t want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, &amp;quot;You see sir, I don&amp;#39;t run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup. Holding it carefully he handed it to the little boy.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;How much?&amp;quot; asked the little boy.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;No charge,&amp;quot; answered the farmer, &amp;quot;THERE&amp;#39;S NO CHARGE FOR LOVE.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent using a Sony Ericsson mobile phone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-3673993841849904257?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/3673993841849904257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=3673993841849904257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/3673993841849904257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/3673993841849904257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2012/01/20-puppies-4-sale.html' title='20 Puppies 4 Sale'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vFDXrMzkCeo/Tw452EO49MI/AAAAAAAAAwE/GPuR68bwBN4/s72-c/DSC03848_2-776027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-4212491207109853587</id><published>2012-01-12T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T09:34:22.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Right Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KhJNrCUL_hw/Tw44nhIuqBI/AAAAAAAAAv4/YExL5CJdQ_g/s1600/Heart_8-762663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KhJNrCUL_hw/Tw44nhIuqBI/AAAAAAAAAv4/YExL5CJdQ_g/s320/Heart_8-762663.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696552830231291922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I love right now. &lt;p&gt;Loving every moment of every day is a great attitude to have to get through life. True enough, hardly anyone is truly happy at all times, but those who make a great effort to be, are usually the ones who are most content with the life that they are living. Love right now, love where you are even if you aren&amp;#39;t exactly where you want to be in life just yet. Love the people that are around you, even if these people don&amp;#39;t seem to believe in you, or even if they don&amp;#39;t seem to support you as much as you would like.&lt;p&gt;Love right now because you have life, and you have the ability to show the world what differences that you can make to it to make it a better world for everybody in it. Love right now because you are love, because love shines through you, and because there is no one on this earth exactly like you. Love right now because you are beautiful, and you enjoy all of the beauty that life has to offer...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent using a Sony Ericsson mobile phone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-4212491207109853587?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/4212491207109853587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=4212491207109853587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/4212491207109853587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/4212491207109853587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2012/01/love-right-now.html' title='Love Right Now'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KhJNrCUL_hw/Tw44nhIuqBI/AAAAAAAAAv4/YExL5CJdQ_g/s72-c/Heart_8-762663.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-1282092402181136914</id><published>2012-01-12T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T08:49:20.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EdHQ0vr8wOQ/Tw4uEKz0d5I/AAAAAAAAAvs/gOhLQBfNyzo/s1600/Smiley-760492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EdHQ0vr8wOQ/Tw4uEKz0d5I/AAAAAAAAAvs/gOhLQBfNyzo/s320/Smiley-760492.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696541227826313106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Laugh when you feel like it. Life is full of suffering and pain. Joy is not to be undervalued, interrupted, or judged.&lt;p&gt;The joy that we have as individuals is something that no one should ever interrupt, or judge us by, and is something that we should never take for granted. Some see joy as an emotion, but having joy is actually an attitude, or a way of life in which we all should try to keep on a daily basis. Even though there will be times in our lives that we are unhappy we should still never let anything take our joy from us.&lt;p&gt;Essentially, we should never let anything get our spirits down enough to where we are discouraged from trying. We should never let anyone or anything discourage us from being the person that we know we should be and that God wants us to be, regardless of what people around us will say, and regardless of what everyone else thinks in given situations, our joy can only be taken from us if we let it...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent using a Sony Ericsson mobile phone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-1282092402181136914?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/1282092402181136914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=1282092402181136914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/1282092402181136914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/1282092402181136914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2012/01/be-happy.html' title='Be Happy'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EdHQ0vr8wOQ/Tw4uEKz0d5I/AAAAAAAAAvs/gOhLQBfNyzo/s72-c/Smiley-760492.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-4799418557072314997</id><published>2012-01-11T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T06:46:02.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G2ifPYDJvAM/Twy_qwdAIhI/AAAAAAAAAvg/TejtnrF4unc/s1600/Cute%2BLove%2BKid%2BCouple_23-762644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G2ifPYDJvAM/Twy_qwdAIhI/AAAAAAAAAvg/TejtnrF4unc/s320/Cute%2BLove%2BKid%2BCouple_23-762644.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696138369998791186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A master asked his disciples:&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;Why do we shout in anger? Why do people shout at each other when they are upset?&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The disciples thought for a while, and one of them said &amp;#39;Because we lose our calm, we shout for that.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;But, why to shout when the other person is just next to you? &amp;#39;Isn&amp;#39;t it possible to speak to him or her with a soft voice? Why do you shout at a person when you&amp;#39;re angry?&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;The disciples gave him some other answers but none satisfied the master.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Finally he explained:&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;When two people are angry at each other, their hearts distance a lot. To cover that distance they must shout to be able to hear each other. The angrier they are, the stronger they will have to shout to hear each other through that great distance.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then the master asked:&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;What happens when two people fall in love? They don&amp;#39;t shout at each other but talk softly, why? Because their hearts are very close. The distance between them is very small…&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And he concluded:&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;When they love each other even more, what happens?&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;They do not speak, only whisper and they get even closer to each other in their love.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;Finally they even need not whisper, they only look at each other and that&amp;#39;s all. That is how close two people are when they love each other.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent using a Sony Ericsson mobile phone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-4799418557072314997?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/4799418557072314997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=4799418557072314997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/4799418557072314997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/4799418557072314997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2012/01/distance.html' title='Distance'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G2ifPYDJvAM/Twy_qwdAIhI/AAAAAAAAAvg/TejtnrF4unc/s72-c/Cute%2BLove%2BKid%2BCouple_23-762644.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-1395256116939294781</id><published>2012-01-06T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T12:14:54.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2012 Wishlist</title><content type='html'>1. Save Money&lt;br&gt;2. Finish the whole Bible&lt;br&gt;3. Lose weight (frm 32- 28)&lt;br&gt;4. Long Hair&lt;br&gt;5. Share a smile to everyb0dy :-)&lt;br&gt;6. INDI NA MAG-UGTAS&lt;br&gt;7. Bed &amp;amp; Pillows &amp;amp; Comforter&lt;br&gt;8. Sewing Machine&lt;br&gt;9. LAPTOP :-(&lt;br&gt;10. Portable DVD for GAEL&lt;br&gt;11. Chimes :-P&lt;br&gt;12. EXERCISE!&lt;br&gt;13. Christmas gifts for loved0nes&lt;br&gt;14. Have fun times with Gael m0re often&lt;br&gt;15. Stove &amp;amp; Gas tank (!)&lt;br&gt;16. Frying pan, kaldero, therm0s, etc&lt;br&gt;17. Vegetable garden&lt;br&gt;18. Shoes??? &lt;p&gt;:-);-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-1395256116939294781?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/1395256116939294781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=1395256116939294781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/1395256116939294781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/1395256116939294781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-2012-wishlist.html' title='My 2012 Wishlist'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-5795939192046343556</id><published>2012-01-04T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T11:58:19.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting Goals</title><content type='html'>In 5 years Christopher Columbus opened up a whole new world by discovering the Bahamas, Cuba, Hispaniola, and North and South America.&lt;p&gt;In just under 5 years, Michelangelo painted the Sistine Chapel.&lt;p&gt;In less than 5 years, Shakespeare wrote &amp;quot;Hamlet,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Othello,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;King Lear,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Macbeth&amp;quot; and five other immortal plays.&lt;p&gt;In 1961, Julia Child graduated from cooking school with a quirky idea for a TV show. Four years later she won an Emmy as America&amp;#39;s favorite TV Chef.&lt;p&gt;Fired from their home improvement jobs, Arthur Blank and Bernie Marcus created a business model called Home Depot and went public with their idea. Just three years after losing their jobs, their annual sales were $1 billion.&lt;p&gt;At age 30, Amazon founder Jeff Bezos was living in a 500-square foot apartment. 5 years later his net worth was $10 billion.&lt;p&gt;According to Dave Kohl, professor emeritus at Virginia Tech., people who regularly write down their goals earn nine times as much over their lifetimes as the people who don&amp;#39;t, and yet 80% of Americans say they don&amp;#39;t have goals. Sixteen percent do have goals, but they don&amp;#39;t write them down. Less than 4 percent write down their goals, and fewer than one percent actually review them on an ongoing basis. Guess which one percent?&lt;p&gt;I agree with Dr. Benjamin Mays when he said, &amp;quot;When you walk into a restaurant, you don&amp;#39;t just say, &amp;#39;Bring me some food.&amp;#39; Instead, you&amp;#39;re very specific- you pick exactly what you want from the menu. Do the same for your life. Don&amp;#39;t just say, &amp;#39;My goal over the next five years is to be happy.&amp;#39; Be specific. The clearer and more vividly you visualize a goal, the easier it becomes to achieve or acquire it. If possible, ride in it, fly in it, visualize it, rehearse it, get pictures of it. Then list the steps needed to attain it. Using vivid details, sketch or describe something you want, something that will make you very happy- an experience, thing, place, goal or outcome. The tragedy of life does not lie in not reaching your goals, the tragedy lies in not having any goals to reach. It isn&amp;#39;t a calamity to die with dreams unfulfilled, but it is a calamity not to dream. It is not a disaster to be unable to capture your ideals, but it is a disaster to have no ideals to capture. It is not a disgrace not to reach the stars, but it is a disgrace to have no stars to reach.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;To balance your most important lifetime goals, you&amp;#39;ve got to think of each and every one of these areas:&lt;br&gt;* Family&lt;br&gt;* Career&lt;br&gt;* Health&lt;br&gt;* Financial&lt;br&gt;* Education&lt;br&gt;* Recreation&lt;br&gt;* Charitable&lt;br&gt;* Adventure&lt;br&gt;* Travel&lt;br&gt;* Romance&lt;br&gt;* Relationships&lt;br&gt;* Spiritual&lt;br&gt;To have a balanced life, each of these areas needs your attention.&lt;p&gt;Question: Where will you be 5 years from today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-5795939192046343556?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/5795939192046343556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=5795939192046343556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/5795939192046343556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/5795939192046343556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2012/01/setting-goals.html' title='Setting Goals'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-9198760411779095169</id><published>2012-01-01T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T18:33:20.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>I feel so al0ne when I see him with s0meb0dy, and the treatment is so different.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;When I see couple str0lling al0ng sidewalk, holding hands and with smiles in their faces.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;When I see happy family, parents and children together, close and filled with so much joy and laughter. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When a friend greet a c0mm0n friend, and I thought we&amp;#39;re that close, bt he/she forgot to greet me.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When everyb0dy is celebrating, while im lying n0w in bed. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When i carry heavy plastic bags and Gael has tantrums wanting to be carried too.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I need s0meb0dy but everyb0dy&amp;#39;s busy with their own family, friends and lives.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I need c0mfort, and the pers0n I expect to give it only remembers me when he/she is in need of me&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*sigh* =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-9198760411779095169?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/9198760411779095169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=9198760411779095169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/9198760411779095169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/9198760411779095169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2012/01/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-7287682114869716612</id><published>2012-01-01T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T01:37:24.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Happy New Year Blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad that 2011 is finish and nothing, no major harm, accidents and worries had happened. 2011 is such a great year for it's the year that joined back the Afterglow Ministry, and had given the opportunity to go to Singapore, Thailand and Manila for the Madz Et Al Choir Festival. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 2011 is a year which i was given the privacy, living with Gael in a very secure and private room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im writing this entry right here in the living room of the Lumauag Family. Where me and Gael celebrated New Year's Eve, Its a great celebration with a Family that is very close to each other and to God. Nung kumain kami the one prayed was their brother from Thailand thru webcam. It only shows there deeply rooted family relationship.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish na ganun din ang family ko. or later sa magiging family ko. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung meron sa 2012??? hmmm.. God be with me and Gael... =)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for a great year. I was so blessed and i know u will keep on blessing me. Thank you Lord for great lessons and realizations. Thank You Lord for making me more sensitive to You. I pray Lord that i will keep the fire in serving You. Help me Lord be a good mother to Gael, a good example to my fellow teachers, students and choir members. and Give me more patience in dealing with unexpected things.. Lord may i reflect You in my words and actions. and Lord may you give me more joy being in this world. Thank YOu so much. In Jesus Precious name, Amen.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-7287682114869716612?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/7287682114869716612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=7287682114869716612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/7287682114869716612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/7287682114869716612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2012/01/year-2012.html' title='Year 2012'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-5232542513569544760</id><published>2012-01-01T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T01:27:00.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkwardness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It's an awkward feeling being in a gathering wherein two of your past ( trying to forget people) are there.&amp;nbsp; One with his wife and kid and the other one with his gf. Tsk! and the most strange thing is, I'm single. Oh life.. it's that i am single anyway.. its a great opportunity to be single with a great handsome kid. But to see them reminds me of many thing. My past, my mistakes and "pag ka gaga". Sorry if i had used that term.. but that how i feel. Anyway, i can never just run from my past.. what i just need to do is to accept it and to learn from it. Keber kung sila eh may kanya kanyang buhay na. Meron din nman ko...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-5232542513569544760?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/5232542513569544760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=5232542513569544760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/5232542513569544760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/5232542513569544760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2012/01/awkwardness.html' title='Awkwardness'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-863501703235746718</id><published>2011-12-29T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T01:19:01.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>Music connects people. ♥&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So its really a great medium of sharing the Gospel. Thank u Lord for the gift of music. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My desire is that, when people hear a l0ve s0ng they can easily relate to it, becoz in a certain point, they had experience it. Just hearing it stirs their em0ti0ns. I just hope that people wil be m0re sensitive to GOD. His g0odness and never failing love, that when they hear God&amp;#39;s word thru preachng or music, they&amp;#39;l ask for m0re, it wil stir their hearts and will just kip on praising and l0oking up0n Him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Music is fr0m God, and singing is fr0m God. The 1st pers0n or beneficiary praise for music and singing is Him. Coz without Him, there&amp;#39;l be n0 music or talent. It wud be a great insult to the Creator if we neglect Him, and give the credit to s0meb0dy else. We should bring it back to Him, and share the g0odness of it to everyb0dy, n0t steal the glory fr0m Him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I will forever sing for You Lord. My heart and my soul I give You c0ntrol. C0nsume me frm the inside out. Everlasting your light shines above anythng. Over anything my m0uth cries of praise for You. Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-863501703235746718?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/863501703235746718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=863501703235746718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/863501703235746718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/863501703235746718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/12/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-2322573812090249566</id><published>2011-12-22T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T13:15:50.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEX</title><content type='html'>After finding out s0mething, I was hoping that sexual attracti0n c0mes after a couple has fallen in love with each other. Its like when they reach a certain point or percentage of love for each other, sexual attracti0n wud just puff like a magic spell. I kn0w its funny. Hahaha! Why am I thinking this. Oh, Tsk! Oh well I cann0t questi0n God&amp;#39;s design.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;For men, at 1st its really thru physical attrati0n and for w0men is when they are given the attenti0n and security.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Its just m0st men n0w adays (aside frm few) is their basis for a gud relati0nship is how well they g0nna be satisfied by their partner in bed ( Thats where I got to think sumthng stupid hahaha).&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, if that&amp;#39;s their basis, I would rather stay single, rather than forever be a sex slave/puppet trying to prove s0mething which is against my will. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;I still do believe that true love do exist. That no matter who or what is your incapability, u deserved to be loved, protected and respected. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;I really thank God for giving me an eye opener. He never let me get blinded by a r0mantic and g0od l0oking guy, whose after is just SEX. Or sex first before love.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Im n0t that desperate.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;D0n&amp;#39;t get me wr0ng, sex is the greatest gift of God for couple who truely loves each other (not the other way around). It c0mes out naturally, unrehearsed, unscripted. Its a wholistic activity, which involves n0t only physical bt mental, em0ti0nal and spiritual (just like in singing).&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I kn0w, s0meday God has prepared s0me0ne for me, who will cherish and love me for the rest of my life, and wil enjoy God&amp;#39;s greatest gift n0t only to satisfy our physical needs, but the uni0n of two people who have love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-2322573812090249566?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/2322573812090249566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=2322573812090249566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/2322573812090249566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/2322573812090249566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/12/sex_22.html' title='SEX'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-5411937391698937758</id><published>2011-12-22T05:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T05:03:08.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman's Essence</title><content type='html'>Deeper meaning of the word &amp;quot;help meet&amp;quot;..&lt;p&gt;~ Eve was not designed to be exactly like Adam. She was designed to be his mirror opposite, possessing the other half of the qualities, responsibilities, and attributes which he lacked.&lt;br&gt;Women are &amp;quot;saviors&amp;quot; to men by the fact that they give them life and nurture them towards the light of Christ. By conceiving, creating and bearing mortal bodies women make it possible for God&amp;#39;s children to start on their mortal journey and have the opportunity to become perfected. Without women there would be no gateway into this world and no opportunity for progress or exaltation. In addition, by being willing to sacrifice ( their very lives if necessary) to bring children into this world women demonstrate the true meaning of charity. From the very first breath a child takes he or she has been the recipient of charity and unconditional love. This is a powerful gift that a mother gives her child and it will be her love which will first reminded the child of God and points him or her towards Christ. Each woman, regardless of her ability to give birth, is a savior to mankind when she loves men and nurtures a child closer to Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-5411937391698937758?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/5411937391698937758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=5411937391698937758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/5411937391698937758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/5411937391698937758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/12/womans-essence.html' title='Woman&apos;s Essence'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-5412660047357001659</id><published>2011-12-21T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T09:02:41.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We all need God</title><content type='html'>A Penny For Your Thought.....&lt;p&gt;Apparently the White House referred to Christmas Trees as Holiday Trees for the first time this year which prompted CBS presenter, Ben Stein, to present this piece which I would like to share with you. I think it applies just as much to many countries as it does to America . &lt;p&gt;The following was written by Ben Stein and recited by him on CBS Sunday Morning Commentary.&lt;p&gt;My confession:&lt;p&gt;I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish. And it does not bother me even a little bit when people call those beautiful lit up, bejeweled trees, Christmas trees. I don&amp;#39;t feel threatened. I don&amp;#39;t feel discriminated against. That&amp;#39;s what they are, Christmas trees.&lt;p&gt;It doesn&amp;#39;t bother me a bit when people say, &amp;#39;Merry Christmas&amp;#39; to me. I don&amp;#39;t think they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto. In fact, I kind of like it. It shows that we are all brothers and sisters celebrating this happy time of year. It doesn&amp;#39;t bother me at all that there is a manger scene on display at a key intersection near my beach house in Malibu . If people want a creche, it&amp;#39;s j! ust as fine with me as is the Menorah a few hundred yards away.&lt;p&gt;I don&amp;#39;t like getting pushed around for being a Jew, and I don&amp;#39;t think Christians like getting pushed around for being Christians. I think people who believe in God are sick and tired of getting pushed around, period. I have no idea where the concept came from, that America is an explicitly atheist country. I can&amp;#39;t find it in the Constitution and I don&amp;#39;t like it being shoved down my throat.&lt;p&gt;Or maybe I can put it another way: where did the idea come from that we should worship celebrities and we aren&amp;#39;t allowed to worship God ? I guess that&amp;#39;s a sign that I&amp;#39;m getting old, too. But there are a lot of us who are wondering where these celebrities came from and where the America we knew went to.&lt;p&gt;In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke; it&amp;#39;s not funny, it&amp;#39;s intended to get you thinking.&lt;p&gt;Billy Graham&amp;#39;s daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson asked her &amp;#39;How could God let something like this happen?&amp;#39; (regarding Hurricane Katrina).. Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response. She said, &amp;#39;I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we&amp;#39;ve been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives. And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out. How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection if we demand He leave us alone?&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;In light of recent events.... Terrorists attack, school shootings, etc. I think it started when Madeleine Murray O&amp;#39;Hare (she was murdered, her body found a few years ago) complained she didn&amp;#39;t want prayer in our schools, and we said OK. Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school. The Bible says thou shalt not kill; thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself. And we said OK.&lt;p&gt;Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn&amp;#39;t spank our children when they misbehave, because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr. Spock&amp;#39;s son committed suicide). We said an expert should know what he&amp;#39;s talking about. And we said okay.&lt;p&gt;Now we&amp;#39;re asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don&amp;#39;t know right from wrong, and why it doesn&amp;#39;t bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves.&lt;p&gt;Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a great deal to do with &amp;#39;WE REAP WHAT WE SOW.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world&amp;#39;s going to hell. Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says. Funny how you can send &amp;#39;jokes&amp;#39; through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing. Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace.&lt;p&gt;Are you laughing yet?&lt;p&gt;Funny how when you forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you&amp;#39;re not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it.&lt;p&gt;Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think of us than what God thinks of us.&lt;p&gt;Pass it on if you think it has merit.&lt;p&gt;If not, then just discard it.... No one will know you did. But, if you discard this thought process, don&amp;#39;t sit back and complain about what bad shape the world is in. &lt;p&gt;My Best Regards, Honestly and respectfully,&lt;p&gt;Ben Stein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-5412660047357001659?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/5412660047357001659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=5412660047357001659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/5412660047357001659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/5412660047357001659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/12/we-all-need-god.html' title='We all need God'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-3828847708564780956</id><published>2011-12-18T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T22:58:35.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>:&amp;#39;( Been holding my tears for a l0ng time. Coz I promised myself not to cry for love anymore. *sigh* am I meant to be hurt and n0t loved? Why is it so hard to have s0me0ne who can only be mine, and n0t l0ok for s0me0ne else? Am I n0t enough? Or am I too much? Am I to be taken as a joke? A partime? For fun? Is this meant to happen to me? Or am I pushing it too hard? :&amp;#39;(&lt;p&gt;Maybe I am meant to be single? Why can I be the only one? Why can I be loved and be protected frm getting hurt? :&amp;#39;(&lt;p&gt;... *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-3828847708564780956?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/3828847708564780956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=3828847708564780956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/3828847708564780956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/3828847708564780956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-4124807806733714136</id><published>2011-12-17T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T23:16:26.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ako ba?</title><content type='html'>Ang hirap mag assume and mag expect. Lalo na&amp;#39;t d mo alam kung ano ka ba at san ka ba lulugar sa buhay nya. Ako ba ang laman nyan? O pampalipas oras mo lg kung wala ka nang makausap at mahagilap?&lt;p&gt;Sana ako at ako lg... :&amp;#39;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-4124807806733714136?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/4124807806733714136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=4124807806733714136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/4124807806733714136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/4124807806733714136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/12/ako-ba.html' title='Ako ba?'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-6666866505941794114</id><published>2011-12-16T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T14:29:57.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>S0metimes, kahit ano pang-iwas m0 para d ka malungkot, di pa rin maiwasan talagang makaramdam ka ng di maganda. &lt;p&gt;I kept reminding myself to think positively. To look for lovely things despite of unexpected bad moments.&lt;p&gt;I can handle s0me, but I guess there&amp;#39;s this one thing that always makes  me weak and vulnerable, that is when I am left al0ne, unappreciated and taken for granted. &lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;d been praying for this because I kn0w its one of my major weakness. Always wanting for attenti0n and love. Saan bat most of my past wrong decisi0ns was made because of this. &lt;p&gt;I know, im n0t KSP naman. I want to work al0ne and unrecognized. &lt;br&gt;I also have this feeling that I am a burden to people who get attached to me. &amp;#39;Pabigat ako&amp;#39;. Where did this c0me fr0m? Wala kasing taong tumatagal sa aken. Just like my parents. Naitim nilang ipaubaya ako sa maraming tao, pasa dito. Pasa d0on. And grew up with a heavy load of BIG EXPECTATI0NS.&lt;p&gt;In short, I have this personal INSECURE problem. &lt;p&gt;Insecure ako!&lt;p&gt;When a person ign0re me unintenti0nally, me kunting kirot and &amp;#39; nagsawa na cguro saken&amp;#39; or &amp;#39;wala na syang kailangan saken&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;PARANOIA!&lt;p&gt;Id been this since it sank into my mind that my parent separated and pinag pasa pasahan ako sa mga kamag.anak. Now, gently by God&amp;#39;s love nakakaah0n ako.&lt;p&gt;Panu kaya kung hindi ko nakilala ang HARI NG PAGMAMAHAL? I can&amp;#39;t imagine...&lt;p&gt;Singing, &amp;quot; What would I be if I d0n&amp;#39;t have you Jesus? &amp;quot; &lt;p&gt;When Gael came, I promised myself na hindi ko sya iiwan kahit kanino. We will live together kahit mahirap. Because ayokong maramdaman nya ang pinag.daan ko. I want him to grow full of love and n0t to be taken for granted. &lt;p&gt;I kn0w I can&amp;#39;t do this al0ne coz upto n0w I still have my own personal problems to fix.. It is in Christ&amp;#39;s grace that I put my trust, I c0mmit mine and Gael&amp;#39;s life.&lt;p&gt;At times, I feel sad and so tired of my life. Solo and no one to depend on. But, everything is a blessing in disguise. I can&amp;#39;t cling to any0ne but in Christ al0ne. I d0nt need to call or text him when I want s0me0ne to talk to. His word is such a great c0mfort, and anytime I can talk to Him. I w0n&amp;#39;t hear hurting words if I made mistakes or when I c0mplain, but only His unconditi0nal love, which reminds me to never loose hope and just hang on, be co0l. I can see Him smiling and saying &amp;#39;I am with you always&amp;#39; .&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I will not leave you comfortless: I will come to you. &amp;quot; (John 14:18).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-6666866505941794114?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/6666866505941794114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=6666866505941794114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/6666866505941794114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/6666866505941794114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/12/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-8455153066331919243</id><published>2011-12-11T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T00:27:56.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Shepherd</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.&amp;quot; (Psalm 23:1).&lt;br&gt;* Apart from God, I am nothing for I am weak, dependable and easily tempted just like the characters of a sheep. Him, who provide and protect me fr0m anything, I am fully satisfied, not wanting anything else.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.&amp;quot; (Psalm 23:2).&lt;br&gt;*My Lord always wants the best for His children. For like the shepherd, he take m0re effort to find greener pasture and make a still drinking area for his sheep. But, what is the meaning of &amp;#39;best&amp;#39; in God. Best is n0t what is best for our own satisfacti0n, but in God&amp;#39;s will. Just like David, who is running fr0m death, yet he considered it to be the best that God gave to him. &amp;quot;Its the best for you n0w.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;GigiB-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-8455153066331919243?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/8455153066331919243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=8455153066331919243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/8455153066331919243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/8455153066331919243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-shepherd.html' title='My Shepherd'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-2695433781312603801</id><published>2011-12-06T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T23:54:11.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fw: Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-slWvFAif09M/TtzpJMG2z5I/AAAAAAAAAuk/FZwf2Mi67Q4/s1600/DSC03573_2-751872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-slWvFAif09M/TtzpJMG2z5I/AAAAAAAAAuk/FZwf2Mi67Q4/s320/DSC03573_2-751872.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682673173912801170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;While lying with Gael, he makes this funny faces just to get my attenti0n, sinakyan sakyan pa nya ako. I was&amp;#39;nt resp0nding the way he wants so he started getting irratated and was bit me. Immediately, I was pissed off, I scolded him, and told him to sleep., by then he cried. I just ign0re him and pretended to be asleep, but then I questi0ned myself &amp;#39;bakit kaya pasaway sya n0w adays?&lt;p&gt;Ngpapapansin.&lt;p&gt;Oh, KSP na nga cguro c Gael. And its my fault why he wants attenti0n. I d0nt have much needed time for him.&lt;p&gt;Im busy with the canteen and sch0ol stuffs in the m0rning. And after class, g0nna prepare for our lunch and do the laundry, while he&amp;#39;s asleep. And when he wakes up in the aftern0on , we&amp;#39;ll dress up for afterglow&amp;#39;s practice.. Same on weekends in church&amp;#39;s obligati0ns. Tsk!&lt;p&gt;I feel so guilty, that when the time he wants to cuddle and play , im already tired..&lt;p&gt;(&amp;quot;Lord, help me organize my time.. I should spend quality time with him. I may excel in s0me events and let my time suffer for Gael, I kn0w its very crucial if I w0nt give him the attenti0n. Forgive me Lord sa mga pgkukulang ko sa kanya. Sustain us Lord.&amp;quot;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-2695433781312603801?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/2695433781312603801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=2695433781312603801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/2695433781312603801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/2695433781312603801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/12/fw-time.html' title='Fw: Time'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-slWvFAif09M/TtzpJMG2z5I/AAAAAAAAAuk/FZwf2Mi67Q4/s72-c/DSC03573_2-751872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-992428331614620314</id><published>2011-12-05T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T15:16:20.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloomy Day</title><content type='html'>Before anything else, im glad that I find a way to update my blog! Yes! Thank u so much email! &lt;p&gt;What a lazy day for me. Though I already finished my laundry. Just doing it with a heavy tired b0dy. I have to washed them or il suffer washing t0ns of them. &lt;p&gt;Im thinking to replant s0me of the flower pots, but.. I got to enjoy this weather. Lie here instead in bed and type this post, while Gael is beside me sound asleep and me with a cup of hot coffee. Ah! Rest! Been wanting this badly.&lt;p&gt;But can I rest kn0wing I still have work und0ne?  &lt;br&gt;Oh please just for an hour. &lt;p&gt;Why am I torturing and be hard on myself? As if I have a b0ss to obey all the c0mmand. Taking a break doesnt mean being lazy or irresp0nsible, it wud be bad to overwork. As the saying, t0o much is n0t g0od.&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, we need to breathe, take a break or else, everyday will be a gl0omy day for us. Stress and tired.&lt;p&gt;Well, thank u for this reminder..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-992428331614620314?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/992428331614620314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=992428331614620314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/992428331614620314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/992428331614620314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/12/gloomy-day.html' title='Gloomy Day'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-911679479333574450</id><published>2011-12-05T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T13:36:36.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post thru email</title><content type='html'>Hope this will work, so I can update my blog. ^^&lt;p&gt;GigiB-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-911679479333574450?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/911679479333574450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=911679479333574450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/911679479333574450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/911679479333574450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-thru-email.html' title='Post thru email'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-7365163779448770897</id><published>2011-08-30T19:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T20:02:36.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REPOST: Life is a Cup of Coffee.</title><content type='html'>Because i really like this short story. Im gonna post this again. Soooo inspiring ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups - porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said: "If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups have been taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups... And then you began eyeing each other's cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now consider this: Life is the coffee; the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, and the type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of life we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee. Savor the coffee, not the cups! The happiest people don't have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything. Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-7365163779448770897?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/7365163779448770897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=7365163779448770897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/7365163779448770897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/7365163779448770897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-back.html' title='REPOST: Life is a Cup of Coffee.'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-582686585484530854</id><published>2011-03-03T19:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T19:35:24.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spotlight</title><content type='html'>Pagnakahiga kami ni Gael. Spotlight is there. Me butas kasi ang bubong namin. Harharhar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-582686585484530854?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/582686585484530854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=582686585484530854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/582686585484530854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/582686585484530854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/03/spotlight.html' title='Spotlight'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-8139073177889020849</id><published>2011-02-13T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T21:23:30.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O-O</title><content type='html'>Im super busy preparing for the Valentine's Dinner on our Church. From decorations, to buying stuffs, sa mga songs, tables, chairs and even sa food (but so thankful na Mam Bgirl is helping me out) oH well, hope that everything will be smooth tomorrow..  ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganito nga dapat pag walang date.. ibaling sa ibang bagay ang attention , maging busy! waheheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You God for your Unfailing LOVE to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-8139073177889020849?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/8139073177889020849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=8139073177889020849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/8139073177889020849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/8139073177889020849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-o.html' title='O-O'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-9093157927645472638</id><published>2011-02-12T10:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T10:13:43.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallin For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="350" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qo_5YBIjN6Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qo_5YBIjN6Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="350" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, love love love...HAPPY VALENTINE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-9093157927645472638?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/9093157927645472638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=9093157927645472638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/9093157927645472638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/9093157927645472638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/02/fallin-for-you.html' title='Fallin For You'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-2959342339469900445</id><published>2011-02-11T15:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T15:24:30.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love...</title><content type='html'>Been so quiet and so patient about everything that is happening to my life. I am dealing with every problem in a calm manner and with a smile. But when people are so mean, Yung nagpapakabait kana saka kapa talaga tinitest, minsan hindi na talaga mapigilan ang pumatol. Some say mabaet ako but some sabi maldita daw ako, i agree. I can be so good, but as well i can be as bad. Specially for those na hindi ako tinatantanan. Nainsecure saken kaya hanggang ngayon, nasa likod ko pa at sunod ng sunod. Im sorry ha, i know dapat di ko na pinapansin yun, but if the privacy of my life eh pinapakealam pa, ibang usapan na yun. Tapos na nga dba? Eh bakit atat kapa?  Well kung nasa highlight ka nga nman ng mga pangyayare minsan me mga actions tayong unconsciously eh nagagawa natin. Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. nevermind. Focus na lang on what is with me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so good about valentine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy that i will coordinating a Valentine Dinner date for couples. Mas okey na yun kasi wala naman akong kadate. Mabuti sana kung andito and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ti amo&lt;/span&gt; ko. Tsk. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just want to share this great discovery:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVTjyO4O6RI/AAAAAAAAAsY/FaEcZKnYBWw/s1600/180390_187947304571363_100000682852072_480941_7679475_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVTjyO4O6RI/AAAAAAAAAsY/FaEcZKnYBWw/s400/180390_187947304571363_100000682852072_480941_7679475_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572329091091065106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang ang layo nman ng title ng post ko sa content ng sinulat ko noh? Hay.. keber, e blog ko nman to.. I can do, i can say, i can write whatever i want! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-2959342339469900445?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/2959342339469900445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=2959342339469900445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/2959342339469900445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/2959342339469900445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love.html' title='I Love...'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVTjyO4O6RI/AAAAAAAAAsY/FaEcZKnYBWw/s72-c/180390_187947304571363_100000682852072_480941_7679475_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-731161664976611084</id><published>2011-02-11T15:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T15:11:11.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just.. ^^</title><content type='html'>^^&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what to say...&lt;br /&gt;:-P&lt;br /&gt;speechless...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te amo nena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-731161664976611084?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/731161664976611084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=731161664976611084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/731161664976611084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/731161664976611084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/02/just.html' title='Just.. ^^'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-8748711664108043053</id><published>2011-02-10T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T15:38:34.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babe</title><content type='html'>Hum, miss this someone calling me "babe" . His last message to me was "how are you and my son" *blush*. I miss his voice and sweetness. Hope sana tumawag sya ngayon, it's been 1 week i guess that hindi sya nagpaparamdam, nagpapamiss ata. And it is so effective. I MISS HIM. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;che che lang ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-8748711664108043053?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/8748711664108043053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=8748711664108043053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/8748711664108043053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/8748711664108043053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/02/babe.html' title='Babe'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-8067984744859541410</id><published>2011-02-09T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T22:05:33.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Underdog Wins</title><content type='html'>Yeah! Azkal Wins!! 2-0. Galing ng Pinoy! ^^ So Proud to be Pinoy! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-8067984744859541410?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/8067984744859541410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=8067984744859541410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/8067984744859541410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/8067984744859541410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/02/underdog-wins.html' title='Underdog Wins'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-91618349502122077</id><published>2011-02-09T19:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T19:31:53.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss My BFs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVJ7EzLp2SI/AAAAAAAAArg/fWH98P1NyOU/s1600/1_931773478l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVJ7EzLp2SI/AAAAAAAAArg/fWH98P1NyOU/s400/1_931773478l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571651011399506210" 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/9731161-91618349502122077?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/91618349502122077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=91618349502122077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/91618349502122077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/91618349502122077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/02/miss-my-bfs.html' title='Miss My BFs'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVJ7EzLp2SI/AAAAAAAAArg/fWH98P1NyOU/s72-c/1_931773478l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-8892364908291414924</id><published>2011-02-09T18:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T18:20:57.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just The Way You Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LjhCEhWiKXk?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="400" frameborder="0" height="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ei, thanks for dedicating this song to me. Love it ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-8892364908291414924?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/8892364908291414924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=8892364908291414924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/8892364908291414924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/8892364908291414924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-way-you-are.html' title='Just The Way You Are'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LjhCEhWiKXk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-6526342100486749378</id><published>2011-02-09T17:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T17:46:45.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Azkals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVJgOuTIvnI/AAAAAAAAArA/Qdl0I8pPnJk/s1600/155784_176587215702347_176586899035712_521502_8188914_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVJgOuTIvnI/AAAAAAAAArA/Qdl0I8pPnJk/s200/155784_176587215702347_176586899035712_521502_8188914_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571621495073455730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heading home from my voice class, sobrang traffic. It's because my laban ang Philippine National Football Team (Underdog) "Azkals" dito sa Bacolod. Waaaaaaaaaaaah!! Sarap sana manood, but syempre.. mahal ang ticket. But kaninang umaga raw eh namigay ng libreng ticket. Kaso super haba nman ng pila. Anyway, manood na lang ako sa tv.. GO AZKALS!! GO PHILIPPINES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVJg4aU5CII/AAAAAAAAArI/lzMDVTZJLCs/s1600/philippines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 117px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVJg4aU5CII/AAAAAAAAArI/lzMDVTZJLCs/s200/philippines.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571622211266611330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of AZKALS, it was taken from a filipino lingo word "askal" o "asong kalye" Mga asong pagala gala sa kalye. Katulad na lang kalimitan ng ibang tao, gumagala kahit saan, hindi mapakali. Kahit anong iwas mo na, sunod pa rin..pakalat kalat. Ewan ko ba, cguro wala na talagang magawa sa buhay nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay! sana manalo tayo PILIPINAS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-6526342100486749378?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/6526342100486749378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=6526342100486749378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/6526342100486749378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/6526342100486749378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/02/azkals.html' title='Azkals'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVJgOuTIvnI/AAAAAAAAArA/Qdl0I8pPnJk/s72-c/155784_176587215702347_176586899035712_521502_8188914_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-2846090997620231520</id><published>2011-02-07T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T20:21:34.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Amnesia Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TU_jrUyLarI/AAAAAAAAAq4/yd2WC7h-udQ/s1600/john%252Blloyd%252Bcruz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TU_jrUyLarI/AAAAAAAAAq4/yd2WC7h-udQ/s200/john%252Blloyd%252Bcruz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570921597533645490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finish watching this movie and i lily lily lily like it! Two thumbs up! Wala lang, nakangiti while watching it, plus naiyak pa. Parang baliw.. pero yung pinaka the best? Ang Gwapo ni John Lloyd!! waaaahh.. love ko na talaga sya., sana mapanaginipan ko sya mamaya hekhek hek!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-2846090997620231520?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/2846090997620231520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=2846090997620231520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/2846090997620231520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/2846090997620231520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-amnesia-girl.html' title='My Amnesia Girl'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TU_jrUyLarI/AAAAAAAAAq4/yd2WC7h-udQ/s72-c/john%252Blloyd%252Bcruz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-8432668286924230309</id><published>2011-02-07T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T10:34:40.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken or Eagle?</title><content type='html'>As a Christian, are you a chicken or an eagle??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken are always looking down and looking for worms, and when they are tired they complain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eagles are soaring high and just gliding with the air. They are strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i wanna be an eagle. I want to soar high and glide with the HOLY Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly High God's eagle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-8432668286924230309?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/8432668286924230309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=8432668286924230309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/8432668286924230309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/8432668286924230309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/02/chicken-or-eagle.html' title='Chicken or Eagle?'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-5921123415157521081</id><published>2011-02-07T10:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T10:30:50.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overweight</title><content type='html'>Kagabi, me with the young people of our church attended a service at Bacolod Alliance Church. But before that, dumaan muna ako sa grocery to buy goods for my canteen. Heading to the cashier, me taga Nestle, conducting a free dietary consultation. And since, i am so conscious now with what i am eating, sure why not. It's just for FREE! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My BP is normal, 110/80, height 5'4", Weight 156.4lbs. (grr!). Risk of daily lifestyle- low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They compute what is the desirable weight for my height, dapat daw 122lbs lang ako (excess of 32lbs, hahahah), plus! they measure my waist.. 33.. (huhuhu) dapat daw 31 lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, i need to walk harder to trim down.. sabagay pumayat na nga ako.. oh my sana wag na ko tumaba pa. Walk, walk, walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the conclusion is.. " im &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OVERWEIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" thank God di pa nman Obese. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-5921123415157521081?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/5921123415157521081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=5921123415157521081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/5921123415157521081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/5921123415157521081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/02/overweight.html' title='Overweight'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-5617107506587067830</id><published>2011-02-05T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T19:18:38.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed UP</title><content type='html'>Oh please, screw me well so i can think right.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, it's wrong. Really, really wrong. Maluwang na nga talaga tong turnilyo ko sa ulo. How can i put things in place again? Im afraid that if this thing will continue, i maybe blinded from the truth and become selfish. Hindi na ako natuto sa mga pagkakamali ko. Im just recovering from my past pero eto na nman. Sana hanggang maaga, maitama ko, coz maybe it may be too late. Hindi na ako makaahon pa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Screwed-up again!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can someone use a screwdriver to fasten me tight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh God help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-5617107506587067830?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/5617107506587067830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=5617107506587067830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/5617107506587067830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/5617107506587067830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/02/screwed-up.html' title='Screwed UP'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-3482482650237591537</id><published>2011-02-05T19:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T19:12:24.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrite</title><content type='html'>I don't want to point fingers to others for their hypocrisy, because i myself is not exempted from it, maybe sometime or in the future, i'll be one of them (&lt;i&gt;palayo lang..&lt;/i&gt;), but for those who are so bluntly exposed, whew! they don't know what they are talking about..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's is an example:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Guys, pray for me, and pray for this, malapit na, it's payback time!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think God will give favor for prayers like that?? OH MY!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is talking about humbleness and forgiveness, and then your asking to pray for revenge?? Naku po. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sana may bato na makapukpok sa ulo nya. At magising sya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, pity for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-3482482650237591537?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/3482482650237591537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=3482482650237591537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/3482482650237591537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/3482482650237591537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/02/hypocrite.html' title='Hypocrite'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-2038187587348399695</id><published>2011-02-04T16:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T16:56:13.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trials, KnockOUT!</title><content type='html'>How to Knockout Trials and problems. It's easy as 1,2,3!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christians should do this in order to overcome trials. Just like Jehoshaphat did in the Old Testaments:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;PRAY&lt;/b&gt;. Some people when they are in troubles, they run for comfort where they will be eased FROM stress and pain. Minsan sa inuman, kabarkada, night-out dito, night-out doon, smoke and eat (am so guilty of that.^^) Forgetting that we don't need to places and do stuff which can harm us. We can all just sit down, kneel down and silently pray for solutions and comfort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;PROMISE&lt;/b&gt;. As Christians we know that God has many promises for us. If we only read the Bible, surely, those promises will comfort us and will not make us worry. We just need to cling on His Promises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;PRAISE&lt;/b&gt;. How many of us do praise God when we are in the midst of trials? Mahirap no? But we need to praise and give thanks to Him in any circumstances. Because we know that all things work together for good. Just Praise HIM!&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/9731161-2038187587348399695?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/2038187587348399695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=2038187587348399695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/2038187587348399695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/2038187587348399695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/02/trials-knockout.html' title='Trials, KnockOUT!'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-1957958569639846894</id><published>2011-02-04T16:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T16:38:09.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gugma</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gugma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is an Ilonggo word which means &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since it's February. So it's LOVE MONTH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surely Love is in the air, kahit sa Facebook, most wallpost is about LOVE. Decorations sa mga malls, restaurants and even mga advertisements sa radio at tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Love month or Valentine is celebrated most of lovers or partners. But what about those na walang LOve life?!! wala na ba kaming karapatang makicelebrate sa inyo? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halos lahat ng restaurants dito during Feb14 i naka fully booked na or wala na talagang maupuan, PUNO! Some are families, but kalimitan mga magkarelasyon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, what is my point?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Hoo.. Inggit ka lang eh"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hindi ah! Medyo lang ^^.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Point is, everybody can celebrate Love, not just on this month of February. Kahit anong araw! Pwedeng pwede.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Naks!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totoo.. Love is not just for those romantic couples. See this verse..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1 John 4:7,8&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;LOVE IS ABOUT GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaya keber kung walang lovelife. I have the most great LOVE, it's God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-1957958569639846894?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/1957958569639846894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=1957958569639846894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/1957958569639846894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/1957958569639846894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/02/gugma.html' title='Gugma'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-674944396082938428</id><published>2011-01-29T19:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T19:38:04.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IM MOVED</title><content type='html'>attended the ALLIANCE PHILIPPINES WOMeN'S FELLOWSHIP BANQUET last nyt  and i was really blessed with the testimony of this Woman.Whom, first impression ko sa kanya is that single pa sya and has a life full of happiness, na medyo masungit nga lang ^^but after hearing her life testimony, nag-iba ang pagtingin ko sa kanya, She is already married with 2 kids, and her life was sure as dark as i could imagine. Which is full of bitterness and unresolved issues.  And all the transformation in her life was untold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She emphasize"  If you want  to change everything that surround you, God will change you first. God  alone is our FIXER, He fixes our insecurities, grudges, and bitterness  from the past, and even forgiving the most unforgivable person in our  life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can truly relate to everything that she said, we we're both a product of a broken home, sexually abused, and a person full of insecurities, bitterness and has no contentment. Seeking for someone whom we can call our "savior and hero". But, kahit na mahanap ko pa sya, still there's something missing. Material things and even persons can't fill the emptiness in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God, as He loves His children won't allow them to perish. He is just waiting for our cry, and submissiveness that we need HIM. All through out, He was just there, waiting. And once we talk/ask HIM, instantly! He answers, He move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when God moves, He moves.. and we are moved.. I am Moved..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placing me into a life full of securities and contentment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly God is amazing and moving. And i know God is not yet done  with me. Just a thought that clicked in my mind while listening to this woman, "God, i am so blessed of my life, and thankful that i had been through a lot of pains, heartaches and troubles, because in the end, When YOU take hold of me, i can truly testify how amazing, great and faithful You are to me. There is overflowing love and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-674944396082938428?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/674944396082938428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=674944396082938428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/674944396082938428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/674944396082938428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-moved.html' title='IM MOVED'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-2315955525956031311</id><published>2011-01-25T18:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T18:18:49.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAR OF THE RABBIT</title><content type='html'>is Born in the year of the dog had good fortune this year?? just asking because, i think i am so lucky!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.. haba ng hair ko talaga... tsk tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd been blushing and having this fever feeling...waaaaaaaaah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinikilig lang ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP.. hahaha.. okey... now i need to get back on my nerves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeeeeh... he loves me? he loves me not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ewan!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-2315955525956031311?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/2315955525956031311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=2315955525956031311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/2315955525956031311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/2315955525956031311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/01/year-of-rabbit.html' title='YEAR OF THE RABBIT'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-8934963969411073745</id><published>2011-01-22T09:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T09:24:41.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Security</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So we say with confidence, "The Lord is my helper; I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?" Hebrew 13:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Bold" title="Bold" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 3);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Bold" class="gl_bold" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=" on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Italic" title="Italic" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 4);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Italic" class="gl_italic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again i was reminded by the message being brought by Ptr. Mahilum. Sometimes doubt and fear arises, but as Christian hindi pala dapat, coz it's one's God promise that He will never leave us, that He will be our Helper and we should not be afraid.. sabi nila normal lang daw matakot sa kung ano.. like snake, height.. but for me even those things are tolerable if we have Christ in our hearts. Anyway.. i have a traumatic experience with water.. eh pano kung one time gamitin un to pull us down from our faith.. i can't do anything kasi takot ako. But only because of Christ, i can overcome it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, opinion nila yun, heheheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thank You Lord.. for being my great security...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="display: block;" class="vertbar"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" class="g"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" class="w"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" unselectable="on" id="htmlbar"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="htmlbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="htmlbar_undefined" title="insert bold tags" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);Textbar.Bold();ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="insert bold tags" class="gl_bold" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="display: block;" id="htmlbar_undefined" title="insert italic tags" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);Textbar.Italic();ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="insert italic tags" class="gl_italic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TTkncH0x9oI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ju1v2c0LOeo/s200/177.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564522178683205250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eversince, or mula ng pinanganak ako wala akong nakagisnan na bahay. Kung hindi nakikitira, nangungupahan. And i am really dreaming of a my own room, pero hanggang ngayon hindi pa natutupad yun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream is to have my own house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not with the size but what i can call my own..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahit simple lang at maliit.. basta.. basta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-6657283734554528378?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/6657283734554528378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=6657283734554528378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/6657283734554528378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/6657283734554528378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-crib.html' title='My Crib'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TTkncH0x9oI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ju1v2c0LOeo/s72-c/177.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-4624489979017942089</id><published>2011-01-17T13:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T13:39:26.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrified</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is for someone who makes me feel terrified. Afraid of falling too deeply inlove with him. But all i know is that I am Happy.. Every reason a selfish person wud say.. *sigh* But it feels so right... Guess this song cud express what i really feel...Im Inlove.. and im Terrified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/un60RISzE-A?fs=1" width="400" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Featuring: Jason Reeves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You, by the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is the greatest find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In a world full of wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the thing that's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finally made it through the lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To the other side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You set it again, my heart's in motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every word feels like a shooting star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm at the edge of my emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watching the shadows burning in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm terrified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the first time and the last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In my only life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And this could be good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's already better than that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And nothing's worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Than knowing you're holding back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I could be all that you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you let me try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You set it again, my heart's in motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every word feels like a shooting star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm at the edge of my emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watching the shadows burning in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm terrified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the first time and the last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In my only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I only said it 'cause I mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I only mean 'cause it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So don't you doubt what I've been dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause it fills me up and holds me close whenever I'm without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You set it again, my heart's in motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every word feels like a shooting star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm at the edge of my emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watching the shadows burning in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm terrified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the first time and the last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In my only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-4624489979017942089?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/4624489979017942089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=4624489979017942089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/4624489979017942089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/4624489979017942089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/01/terrified.html' title='Terrified'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/un60RISzE-A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-3300698289908494831</id><published>2011-01-17T13:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T13:28:12.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's been raining here for several days.. And the temperature is really cold. My feet are getting numb because of it. Tsk, I am very allergic to coldness. I get rashed and itchiness everywhere in my body.. i need warmth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway.. it's nice to stay in a room and just laid back and relax. But everytime i get to bed, i can't sleep, which is strange, because the tendency when the weather is like this is that people get sleepy. I can't sleep!! Somethings bothering me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coldness, i don't wanna be cold. I need warmth. Human Warmth? Tsk.. tsk.. tskk..again.. tsk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's just psychological i guess, when it's cold people want something warm.. someone beside them to let them feel the heat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but for me.. it wud be impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Opps! i have Gael right.. so no need to feel the coldness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What about...?? Never Mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's so freezing Cold, and i just really miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-3300698289908494831?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/3300698289908494831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=3300698289908494831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/3300698289908494831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/3300698289908494831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/01/cold.html' title='COLD'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-5603016435097581723</id><published>2011-01-11T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T15:26:36.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickness</title><content type='html'>Sa lamig ng panahon ngayon ( as in super lamig, walang araw.. puro ulan), people easily get sick. Lalo na si Gael. Nung nakaraang linggo lang, nagmumuta yung mata na and then me sipon, ubo at lagnat. Gumaling na yung sipon at mata na. Ngayon, nagtatae nman. Pag ganitong nagkakasakit sya, kinakabahan ako. Yung mother's instinct tapos syempre sa money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, sana gumaling na baby ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also having a hard time to feed him. Ayaw kumain ng kanin lalo na pagnawili sya paglalaro. So i bought him a vitamin. Naku baka un nman ung dahilan kaya sya nagtae. huhuhuhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. i prayed and i know he'll get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-5603016435097581723?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/5603016435097581723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=5603016435097581723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/5603016435097581723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/5603016435097581723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/01/sickness.html' title='Sickness'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-8617681517735249236</id><published>2011-01-11T15:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T15:22:15.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When  you're struck loving someone, no matter how hard you try to forget that  person, it's just not enough. Sometimes all we can do is stay away, and  it does help a bit. But just for a while. Because when that person  shows you even the smallest gesture of affection, all your efforts of  moving on go down the drain, and you're left alone again with nothing  else to say but,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; "damn, I just fell for that again".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering, tagal ng panahon but still he makes me feel this way. Andun pa rin yung kaba (excitement) at panlalamig everytime i see him. Im happy but inside of me i have to be careful. Sabi ko nga .. i'll just enjoy every bit of it. I still love him., Bahala na kung totoo man o hindi ung sinabi nyang mahal pa rin nya ako. But, im happy. But i am careful now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes me feel so young again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-8617681517735249236?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/8617681517735249236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=8617681517735249236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/8617681517735249236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/8617681517735249236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/01/closer.html' title='Closer...'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-66946547502128102</id><published>2011-01-10T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T13:07:45.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glass of Milk</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="content" border="0" height="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="subheader2"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Spiritual Story by Unknown&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="content"&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody"&gt;One day, a poor boy who  was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school,  found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water!  She thought he looked  hungry so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it so slowly, and  then asked, How much do I owe you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't owe me anything," she replied. "Mother has taught us never to accept pay for a kindness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said ... "Then I thank you from my heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically,  but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to give  up and quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many year's later that same young woman became critically ill. The local  doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they  called in specialists to study her rare disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard the  name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her. He recognized her at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save  her life. From that day he gave special attention to her case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long struggle, the battle was won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him  for approval. He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge, and the  bill was sent to her room. She feared to open it, for she was sure it  would take the rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally she looked,  and something caught her attention on the side of the bill. She read  these words ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Paid in full with one glass of milk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly. &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="content"&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;**pay it forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-66946547502128102?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/66946547502128102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=66946547502128102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/66946547502128102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/66946547502128102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/01/glass-of-milk.html' title='A Glass of Milk'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-6549345039916770363</id><published>2011-01-09T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T18:05:56.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>Opps! I forgot to greet my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year but it seems im still that old childish girl. This year I'll be turning 29. Yaiks! Tanda ko na. Noon when i looked at someone at my age now, parang ang "manang-manang" nila. Now, that im on their age.. Sus.. bata pa pala. Edad lang ang tumatanda. yaika!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-6549345039916770363?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/6549345039916770363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=6549345039916770363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/6549345039916770363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/6549345039916770363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-6451946669801383673</id><published>2011-01-09T17:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T18:00:57.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Like a Cup of Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Spiritual Story by Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;A group of alumni,  highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old  university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about  stress in work and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and  returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups -  porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive,  some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said:  "If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups have been taken up,  leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to  want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems  and stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In most  cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we  drink. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you  consciously went for the best cups... And then you began eyeing each  other's cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now consider this: Life is the coffee; the jobs, money and position in  society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, and  the type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of life  we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the  coffee. Savor the coffee, not the cups! The happiest people don't have  the best of everything. They just make the best of everything. Live  simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;**very inspiring. . Thanks for someone who wrote this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-6451946669801383673?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/6451946669801383673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=6451946669801383673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/6451946669801383673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/6451946669801383673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-is-like-cup-of-coffee.html' title='Life is Like a Cup of Coffee'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-2470899652993392094</id><published>2011-01-09T17:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T17:31:37.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Coconut Tree</title><content type='html'>It's been 13 years since the last time i saw that tree. And never in my thought that it would grow again. After hearing his voice, past begun to crawl in my flesh, as if everything is happening all over again. The same feeling i had for him.. huhuhuhu..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-2470899652993392094?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/2470899652993392094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=2470899652993392094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/2470899652993392094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/2470899652993392094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-coconut-tree.html' title='My Coconut Tree'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-8038860982269271318</id><published>2010-12-27T13:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T15:24:05.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TRgu7NMkv5I/AAAAAAAAAp4/HFkrlscI0Ys/s1600/i-love-hs-1543189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TRgu7NMkv5I/AAAAAAAAAp4/HFkrlscI0Ys/s200/i-love-hs-1543189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555241735051067282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tsk! Life is making fum of me. Last month i was going crazy searching in Facebook for his account. And the time i gave up, it's where i got an invitation from him. Crazy! Now im confuse if he's for real. I have to ask him " Kaw ba talaga yan?".. crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pm and it sounded like im not that special anymore :'( (syempre! more than 10 years ba nman.. move on!) but to me.. awww.. the feeling is there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. glad to see him and to talked with him..&lt;br /&gt;aw first love never dies ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/XP/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/XP/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-8038860982269271318?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/8038860982269271318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=8038860982269271318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/8038860982269271318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/8038860982269271318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-first-love.html' title='My First Love'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TRgu7NMkv5I/AAAAAAAAAp4/HFkrlscI0Ys/s72-c/i-love-hs-1543189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-4978114898789390698</id><published>2010-12-25T16:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T16:29:27.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>I was so delighted this Christmas though i don't have my family beside me, even the Alvarez Clan. This is the first time i felt so amazing. Well, i know, things have changed and my point of view. Christmas is not about me, or what will i receive or what will my mouth will eat. Noche buena, was fascinating, with prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, thank You for sending Your One and Only Begotten son for me to BE save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-4978114898789390698?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/4978114898789390698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=4978114898789390698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/4978114898789390698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/4978114898789390698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-7847372828904820887</id><published>2010-12-23T10:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T10:47:07.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMUST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Tonight na! Be with us Oh God ;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TRK1vX6BLxI/AAAAAAAAAps/rbASLaBoxNo/s1600/concert%2Bposter.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-7847372828904820887?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/7847372828904820887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=7847372828904820887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/7847372828904820887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/7847372828904820887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2010/12/tonight-na.html' title='CHRISTMUST'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-5351051119171776262</id><published>2010-12-22T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T22:43:17.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise God!!</title><content type='html'>At last tomorrow na ang musical presentation namin! Last na tomorrow and then im free from stress and pressure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im happy that natapos din ang aming general rehearsal kanina. I was praying that humaba pa ang pasensya ko knowing myself that super ikli lang talaga ng patience ko.. Thank God, I pass!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise you my God for being a wonderful God. I can't utter in words how joyful i am of what you are doing to my life. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, last na tomorrow, give us favor. Sana marami lang ang manood and recieve you my Lord Jesus. Sana hindi sila mablinded with the musically but hope to see You in the midst of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for you Lord, we want to share the joy of Your Birth. That you must be the only reason for celebrating this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise be to you Oh God! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gudnyt ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-5351051119171776262?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/5351051119171776262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=5351051119171776262&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/5351051119171776262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/5351051119171776262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2010/12/praise-god.html' title='Praise God!!'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-1330158570363090479</id><published>2010-12-16T21:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T21:52:03.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusing</title><content type='html'>What will i do? Will i wait or seek for answers somewhere else? If i will do that am i not be questioned by my faith. OH Lord, let your will be done..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-1330158570363090479?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/1330158570363090479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=1330158570363090479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/1330158570363090479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/1330158570363090479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2010/12/confusing.html' title='Confusing'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-7207203969420634887</id><published>2010-11-30T14:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T15:14:48.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video For Christmas Presentation</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b1ff81d0d90bed31" 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://v11.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db1ff81d0d90bed31%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331227056%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3F8D36631886860A171212639261E84DACBB2E10.58B75C5595FBB4D7A5296D6B521E7A9D74643584%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db1ff81d0d90bed31%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEJU9EnUyi_rcegWAAtFMNTIZ0UI&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://v11.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db1ff81d0d90bed31%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331227056%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3F8D36631886860A171212639261E84DACBB2E10.58B75C5595FBB4D7A5296D6B521E7A9D74643584%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db1ff81d0d90bed31%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEJU9EnUyi_rcegWAAtFMNTIZ0UI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the video i edited and got it from youtube, just added some stuff.. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-7207203969420634887?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b1ff81d0d90bed31&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/7207203969420634887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=7207203969420634887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/7207203969420634887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/7207203969420634887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2010/11/video-for-christmas-presentation.html' title='Video For Christmas Presentation'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-5593683514521724194</id><published>2010-11-09T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T17:24:00.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there something Wrong???</title><content type='html'>Is there something wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganito kasi, my sister is with me now. And she is studying commercial cooking a short course ( 55 days) by VMA. She is a scholar and syempre ako sasagot ng everyday nyang baon and food. or maybe ang iba pa nyang kailangan sa school. like mga small na bayarin. I told her na once class starts, iiwan nya cp nya sa bahay, knowing na medyo late bloomer sya and i don't want na madistract sya sa studies nya. Ilang beses kong nahuhuli na patago nyang dadalhin cp nya, but syempre i remind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until na lang kanina, dinala nya talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, am asking. Tama ba ang ginawa ko na pagbawalan sya??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my reaction, nainis talaga ako sa kanya. I even told her na, okey lang pala na suwayin ako, tutal ano ba nman ako??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am asking again, am overeacting??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay, isa pa lang anak ko at 2 years pa, pero now parang me panganay na ako at nastrestress ako! kaya ako nananaba at tumatanda eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My GASH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-5593683514521724194?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/5593683514521724194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=5593683514521724194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/5593683514521724194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/5593683514521724194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2010/11/is-there-something-wrong.html' title='Is there something Wrong???'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-4661666615365301496</id><published>2010-11-09T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T17:15:15.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Life</title><content type='html'>I am really thankful to my God for another life that He has given to me. Who would have thought that our tv's antenna would be struck by a lighting. The intensity of the electricity wrinkled our linoleum which was pressed by a heavy table and was permanently hammered on the sides. And my wall clock was scattered on the floor together with Gaiel's stufftoys. Plus and sampayan namin na wire eh naputol. Including Gaiel's glow in the dark galaxy icon, it was full of dark smoke and some was broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you imagine if someone is in that room? What would happen if Gaiel was there? or even my sister? or me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh thank You Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-4661666615365301496?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/4661666615365301496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=4661666615365301496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/4661666615365301496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/4661666615365301496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2010/11/another-life.html' title='Another Life'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-9109178435396131661</id><published>2010-11-05T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T18:00:36.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Singer</title><content type='html'>I attended a wedding last October 29. Jeannie and Keith's wedding at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bacolod&lt;/span&gt; Cosmopolitan Christian Church and followed by a reception in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;L'Fisher&lt;/span&gt; Hotel. Sang with friend Jenmai. For 10 years that i sang to wedding, this is the wedding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hanep&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;talaga&lt;/span&gt;!" it was sweet, full of love and so DRAMATIC. Even the video made by &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/SKT-Digital-Productions/410694372488"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SKT&lt;/span&gt; DIGITAL PRODUCTION&lt;/a&gt; , superb! What i enjoyed the most was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;photobox&lt;/span&gt;. I'll share it later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, i was blessed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt;d to be invited in the occasion and meet old friends and knowing that they still remember me. Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TNPVR-iyY5I/AAAAAAAAApU/md5_9ql-iXg/s1600/76542_10150096179332489_410694372488_7646899_4268565_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TNPVR-iyY5I/AAAAAAAAApU/md5_9ql-iXg/s200/76542_10150096179332489_410694372488_7646899_4268565_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536002871791870866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TNPVSHXkIOI/AAAAAAAAApc/4ZN2Lxw6jJM/s1600/77021_10150096167152489_410694372488_7646793_6942655_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TNPVSHXkIOI/AAAAAAAAApc/4ZN2Lxw6jJM/s200/77021_10150096167152489_410694372488_7646793_6942655_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536002874160718050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TNPVRv4LZYI/AAAAAAAAApE/v2BkRLSGGFk/s1600/76097_10150096167312489_410694372488_7646795_3548657_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TNPVRv4LZYI/AAAAAAAAApE/v2BkRLSGGFk/s200/76097_10150096167312489_410694372488_7646795_3548657_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536002867855058306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TNPVRgLRH8I/AAAAAAAAApM/eYvKcEV9baU/s1600/76265_10150096179572489_410694372488_7646904_173709_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TNPVRgLRH8I/AAAAAAAAApM/eYvKcEV9baU/s200/76265_10150096179572489_410694372488_7646904_173709_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536002863640158146" 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/9731161-9109178435396131661?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/9109178435396131661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=9109178435396131661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/9109178435396131661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/9109178435396131661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2010/11/wedding-singer.html' title='Wedding Singer'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TNPVR-iyY5I/AAAAAAAAApU/md5_9ql-iXg/s72-c/76542_10150096179332489_410694372488_7646899_4268565_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-1150873596081052435</id><published>2010-11-05T17:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T17:52:58.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IM A PRO LIFE</title><content type='html'>I attended the seminar about "Life and Family". Yesterday i was not interested in attending but because i was going to sing "Love will be our home" (a perfect song for the event) i attended (napilitan, ika nga). But praise God that everything was worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TNPQm1Q0yKI/AAAAAAAAAo8/GBWbnS8jPZ4/s1600/BibParenting-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TNPQm1Q0yKI/AAAAAAAAAo8/GBWbnS8jPZ4/s320/BibParenting-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535997732519725218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CD about &lt;a href="http://wn.com/Biblical_Parenting_Pinoy_Style_by_Ray_Clemente"&gt;Biblical Parenting Pinoy Style by Ray Clemente&lt;/a&gt;. And i can sooo relate! This is what i was looking for on how to deal with Gaiel. I realized so many things, what are the Do's and Don'ts in Disciplining a child and how to be a Parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One that hit me was "How Abraham Obeyed God in Sacrificing his Son Isaac" He obeyed immediately, without complaints and questions, and complete the task. That is what God expected from Abraham and that is what Parents want from children. Children should be trained on how to obey at an early age. And wag tayong "mag pauto sa mga anak natin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing the video another speaker speak about the BOT (Billing Ovulation Technology). It talks about natural way of contraceptives. It is against to the bill that is passed now in the congress the "Reproductive Health Bill". Against the usage of artificial contraceptives due to it can cause cancers to women. I was reminded on how God designed LIfe. For me, reproduction is not  the main problem of this country. If this bill will be approved it is said that there will b 200 million budget to buy contraceptives to be given free to the people. What if this money be use to give to poor people to start a new life? Or establish more jobs for people who dont have  no work? they are focusing on the wrong side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. (nang gugulo na si gaiel), I am really a PRO LIFE. we can avoid how to have an unplanned pregnancy by using the BOT ;).. but sad to say,. i can't relate to it since wala nman akong husband hahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-1150873596081052435?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/1150873596081052435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=1150873596081052435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/1150873596081052435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/1150873596081052435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-pro-life.html' title='IM A PRO LIFE'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TNPQm1Q0yKI/AAAAAAAAAo8/GBWbnS8jPZ4/s72-c/BibParenting-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-715955537980573854</id><published>2010-11-05T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T17:22:55.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was once Pretty</title><content type='html'>i was once pretty to someone whom i called handsome. In fact, Pretty Mom to my Handsome dad. I reminisce everything when i saw him last Nov. 1 when i was riding in a tricycle and he happen to cross the street. I didn't notice him at first, but when i saw the girl beside him holding his arm, i had the doubt in my mind, "Sya ba yun?" and then i took another look and notice sya nga, he looked so different (not the skinny one). My company inside the tricycle was questioning what happen to me, because i suddenly looked away for him not to see me. I was electrocuted! and that's the start  i was haunted by our past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered everything, going to movie and talking sweet stuffs. And the time that my bf was looking for me and we were in a park, sweetly holding hands and promising each other that no one can separate us. That there will come a time that all things will be put into place that we will no longer hide what we feel for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at home i hurried looking for old letters, pictures and gifts that he had for me. Reading it, again and again,. and felt something.. it's so odd. For years, He didn't exist in my world but seeing him for just a second left me bothered and open up questions that was left unanswered long time ago. Now i want answers. I want to tell him everything i felt after our affair ended. Ended so hanging and not clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ask him if, the thing we had "Was it real?" or " it was his strategy to have revenge of what i did to him when he first courted me" Why did he stab in the back by confessing everything to that girl, well if he loved me, he will still hold his peace and just leave me alone" and "why does it come to a point that everybody knows everything?" "what's with all the sweet stuffs and love notes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay, i guess i was just surprised to see him again........&lt;br /&gt;Do all my questions need to be answered????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-715955537980573854?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/715955537980573854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=715955537980573854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/715955537980573854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/715955537980573854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-was-once-pretty.html' title='I was once Pretty'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-1279527015035984500</id><published>2010-10-28T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T18:14:00.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overflowing Blessings</title><content type='html'>Last time i was really stressed out where to find money to pay sa kinuha kong groceries ( one month budget namin, and hindi sana ako nastress-out kung hindi ako nagka-asthma,ung naipon ko nabawasan dahil syempre i need medicines), due na kasi, and need P500 to complete it.  I prayed, Lord please calm me and i need P500. When i woke up in the morning, me nagtext saken ( in my jurassic fone 8210 heheh na binigay lang saken {thank you jun} ) na attend daw ako sa wedding rehearsal ( na kakantahan ko) by 3pm. I hesitated pa nung una kasi nga masama pakiramdam ko but when i ask kelan ung wedding eh bukas na pala (oct29) so kelangan talagang umaatend ko. i went there, sing our duet na medyo malat ang boses (but thankfully natapos ung kanta na hindi ako inubo). Yun, with exact amount of fare in my pocket, akala ko tapos na.. Uwe na ako. Wow, me rehearsal dinner pa pala sa Sugarland Hotel, plus me wheels pa ( so hindi ko nabawasan ung money sa pocket ko). My dinner is saved and my ride. ( Grabe noh? ginamot ung stress ko). After the dinner, Ate Gi, shake my hand with a folded paper.. when i looked at it (syempre i know money yun) it was P500!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See???????? I will never ever doubt again my Creator. My Great provider!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU LORD.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-1279527015035984500?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/1279527015035984500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=1279527015035984500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/1279527015035984500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/1279527015035984500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2010/10/overflowing-blessings.html' title='Overflowing Blessings'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-7550110412998562769</id><published>2010-10-22T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T18:42:17.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaiel's 1st Educational Fieldtrip</title><content type='html'>Hum as one of the Staff ng Sum-ag Alliance Tutorial Ministry, sumama ako (with Gaiel and my Sister) sa kanilang Educational Fieldtrip. 1st stop is sa Pizza Hut in Gaisano City. Kids were taught how to make their own pizza. and sure thing Gaiel enjoyed the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd stop is sa Negros Ecopark near Lagoon. Gaiel was so amuse seeing big birds like the eagle own and he commented that the deer was "Cute". hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd stop where we spent more time was in Sta. Fe Resort. Where Gaiel dip in the pool with Manong Arnold, but sadly he didnt enjoyed it since natatakot sya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture are in his photo album in &lt;a href="http://gabrielanthonymayang.multiply.com"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt; just see for yourself ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy that my sister and Gaiel enjoyed so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-7550110412998562769?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/7550110412998562769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=7550110412998562769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/7550110412998562769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/7550110412998562769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2010/10/gaiels-1st-educational-fieldtrip.html' title='Gaiel&apos;s 1st Educational Fieldtrip'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-2983968098237270592</id><published>2010-10-19T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T18:50:41.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACOLOD'S 73rd CHARTER ANNIVERSARY</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i was in NGC (National Government Center) of Bacolod City wherein the despiras for the charter anniversary of Bacolod City.. 73 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there kasi me kinuhang kiosk si Ng Carmen, and it was for free sponsored by Coca Cola. It's free, imagine me pwesto kana basta exclusive coke products lang ang dapat iendorse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a rainy event. Me bagyo ba nman.. but hindi pa rin mapigilan ang mga tao.. punta pa din sila. And thank God mabenta ung mga products namin. The good thing is walang alchoholic drinks  samen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the fireworks!! it was really grand.. ganda talaga..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-2983968098237270592?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/2983968098237270592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=2983968098237270592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/2983968098237270592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/2983968098237270592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2010/10/bacolods-73rd-charter-anniversary.html' title='BACOLOD&apos;S 73rd CHARTER ANNIVERSARY'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-4087114480450650606</id><published>2010-10-16T10:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T10:24:53.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>My close friend have a &lt;a href="http://emedicine.medscape.com/article/282276-overview"&gt;papillary carcinoma.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she really needs financial assistance for operation, medications and comfort dahil sa mga nararamdaman nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, please take good care of her and heal her for whatever illnesses she have. May you provide everything that she needs....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-4087114480450650606?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/4087114480450650606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=4087114480450650606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/4087114480450650606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/4087114480450650606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2010/10/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer Request'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-9029090393046994139</id><published>2010-10-16T09:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T10:21:17.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Devotions</title><content type='html'>Every Saturday we have morning devotion sa church. And the topic was about self-control. Unang una is anger. Everybody has the right to be angry. It is everyone's freedom. Just like Jesus, nagalit nga sya sa temple nung ginawang palengke ung simbahan. It is our freedom but we have bounderies. Be sure na kung magalit ka, nasa lugar, at me reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, napunta ung anger sa discipline. Coz most na andun eh mga parents and mostly parents ang kalimitang nagagalit sa bahay because of disciplining their kids. So, discipline with love hindi dahil gusto mong icontrol ung anak mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me madali lang naman ung prinsipyo ko sa pagddisiplina sa anak. While he/she is still at home dapat iprepare na sya kung ano ung dapat nyang gawin once na makalabas na sya. It's not controlling but preparing. Na kahit pakawalan mo na sya , ill be secure na hindi maano ang anak ko. And the crucial stage of a child is from birth to 7 years old. Implementing yong pag didisiplina, na napapalo mo sya but not to the extent na abusive na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi na nung isa, na against daw sya bill na pagpinalo ung anak, eh makukulong ung anak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, ang pagpalo is not a problem, it is clearly stated in the bible nga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading"&gt;Proverbs 13:24 He who spares the rod hates his son,       but he who loves him is careful to discipline him.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so, dapat talagang paluin ung anak. BUT! parents should be educated and aware on how. Hindi ung abusive type. Sabi ko nga.. kung me seminar bago magpakasal, dapat meron din sa parenting. Kasi we can't deny na malaking factor ang magiging future ng tao sa pag-aalaga ng magulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, but kahit alam ko pa tong mga to, it won't still be a success on how to be a good mother, if.. if your not committing it to the Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-9029090393046994139?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/9029090393046994139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=9029090393046994139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/9029090393046994139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/9029090393046994139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2010/10/morning-devotions.html' title='Morning Devotions'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-7593861379917286763</id><published>2010-10-14T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T20:36:16.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>Prayer is so powerful that it can cast a mountain into the sea.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord for reminding me to pray without ceasing.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord for you answer prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for being our God that knows what is best for you.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, what will i do? i found out someone na nagsosmoke? and it is bad for his health, sa testimony nya at ng family nya? i kinda lost my trust in him. Panu Lord? I know i have to confront him. Give me wisdom what to say... ma hindi sya lumayo sayo, but to draw him near more to you Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-7593861379917286763?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/7593861379917286763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=7593861379917286763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/7593861379917286763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/7593861379917286763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2010/10/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-15359606686066288</id><published>2010-10-14T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T15:12:16.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goosebumbs</title><content type='html'>While i was cleaning the church stage ( praise and worship section) this morning, Mam A approached me with a worried look, she said "Mam G, we badly need to pray, because Micha and her parents with her Tita Cutie had an accident while going here to school, they were hit by a private vehicle ( a tamaraw to be exact)." I hurried calling all parents na nagbabantay sa kani kanilang mga students, and gathered them to have a word of prayer. Just at the end of our prayers, still with a shock, Mam O announced that they are already stable but need for more observations. Wow, thank u Lord for a quick reply, and goosebumbs was i felt. We found out na papunta na sila ng school riding a motorcyle ng bigla daw sila nahawi ng sasakyan. Sad is 4 silang naka angkas ang dalawa lang ang may helmet. Micha is a prep student and i really am fond of her kahit na minsan eh pasaway. Thank God na mga sugat lang ang natamo nila and nothing critical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another story which gives a very creepy feeling is, Mam T. ( well we call with the initials that's why) told us that one time while she was left at school, checking her students papers, she heard na nagbubukas sira ung pinto ng cabinet na nasa dulo. She can't see whose doing it since yung aparador is facing on the other side, it was a very big aparador.. so she said " oyy.. wag mong paglaruan yan" thnking na me student pang naiwan at naglalaro. But it didnt stop, cge pa rin ung pagbukas sira ng pintuan ng aparador. She was really distracted kaya tumayo na sya at sinilip... but to just to find out na... kamay lang ung nagbubukas sira ng pinto..she shouted" wag mo kung tinatakot!!!" and then the arm just moved to wall... papuntang office room....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!! katakot... thank God na hindi pa ako nakakakita ng ganun, at di ko na pinangarap na makakita pa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-15359606686066288?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/15359606686066288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=15359606686066288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/15359606686066288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/15359606686066288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2010/10/goosebumbs.html' title='Goosebumbs'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-7804322251029637461</id><published>2010-10-11T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T20:29:03.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/DqXs_Zn5l1U/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DqXs_Zn5l1U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DqXs_Zn5l1U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! Im starting again to make short presentations. heheh Love it and kinda addicted to it. But i know it's too short na parang bitin. Here, is for our young people's activity .. just want to share it ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-7804322251029637461?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/7804322251029637461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=7804322251029637461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/7804322251029637461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/7804322251029637461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2010/10/amazing-race.html' title='Amazing Race'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-8239297483829516962</id><published>2010-10-11T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T12:21:25.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional...</title><content type='html'>i am so emotionally drunk right now. Thinking of all the things that is happening right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, processing Gaiel's Birth Certificate. Kakapagd magprocess ng papers basta sa government. Kung saan saan ka tinuturo. Punta ka dun, punta ka dito. And in the end, hindi nman pala matatapos. Im just thankful that just right now, nakausap ko father ni gaiel. Hay thank God it was a smooth sail. Hope na maprocess na to right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, and paglipat namin ng bahay. I am blessed because of the priviledge na lumipat at dun tumira sa church. But i have still hesitations coz it's another adjustments para samin ni gaiel. And to think na hindi ako sure sa security...anyway, i know God has plans not to harm me but to flourish us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope ill get through this emotional crap....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-8239297483829516962?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/8239297483829516962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=8239297483829516962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/8239297483829516962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/8239297483829516962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2010/10/emotional.html' title='Emotional...'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-5279347967793325889</id><published>2010-10-06T20:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T20:45:54.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Detour</title><content type='html'>haay.. every guy in my past i was dreaming of someday will fall for me .. nalihis ang daan kung saan saan napunta.  Well maybe their not meant for me.... Oh mr. right.. where na you?? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh btw.. i think am inlove. hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;i really hate red. it gives me headache..&lt;br /&gt;but now.. look at my blog?? it's full of RED!!&lt;br /&gt;i've changed! maybe it's a good sign huh..&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha.. whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to share this song.. i can really relate to it.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="445" height="369" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pY9b6jgbNyc" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-5279347967793325889?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/5279347967793325889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=5279347967793325889&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/5279347967793325889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/5279347967793325889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2010/10/detour.html' title='Detour'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pY9b6jgbNyc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-7325719235277895416</id><published>2010-10-01T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T15:35:58.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asthma Attack</title><content type='html'>aw, friday.. and tomorrow is weekend and im expecting to relax and have a rest day, but what happen, me asthma ako now.. :'( huhuhu.. so sad.. sumasakit na dibdib ko and likot coz it's really hard to breathe). I can't even sleep due to the hizzing sound. Plus Gaiel, inuubo.. nman.. i need to attend him everytime he wakes up late at night. Mabuti pa sya me nag-aalaga, saken wala.. ( waaaaaaaaaah! so what do you mean???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh God.. heal me. Punta pa akong Cadiz tomorrow.. sayang yung 1thou. wahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will never ever ever clean the house again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-7325719235277895416?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/7325719235277895416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=7325719235277895416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/7325719235277895416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/7325719235277895416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2010/10/asthma-attack.html' title='Asthma Attack'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-9215293726093661552</id><published>2010-09-29T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T19:59:33.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunted</title><content type='html'>Hi! It's been a long time since i wrote here in my blog. Well i kinda feel like writing down something here. I just noticed and realized that i can't run from my past. Kahit anong gawin kong iwas, mismo my past is coming right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum, everytime i see him or just hear his name... it brings to my stupidness! arrgg, u is this happening, bakit sa dinami dami.. at sa kalakihan ng daigdig eh kung saan ako, dun pa sya napadpad! grrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung kelan nman gustong kong makalimot, sya nmang lumalapit. Hay tadhana nga nman. Hindi mapigilan. Wala nga talaga akong magagawa but to deal with me. My past is kinda hurtful but in some sense, funny. =)), pag binabalikan ang nakalipas ... nakakatawa na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like last night. =)) it was so enchanted, so colorful.. well maybe that part of my past was im happy with it. wahahahaha! *kilig* tanda na para kiligin.. ano bah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hihihi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed the night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-9215293726093661552?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/9215293726093661552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=9215293726093661552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/9215293726093661552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/9215293726093661552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2010/09/hunted.html' title='Hunted'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-5018171981393169595</id><published>2010-07-08T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T21:46:53.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romans 12:18</title><content type='html'>In Romans 12:18 it says &lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do  everything possible on your part to live in peace with everybody&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As what we had talked a while ago that conflict will not be resolved if no one will stoop down and humble himself. Now on our part, what are we going to do, it's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "putting the fire down"&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me it doesn't matter who's right or wrong. Just restore the relationship. Anyway, all things had been said and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is restoring the relationship means compromising?? For me "NO". Nasabi mo na at nakorek mo na , if he is resistant to that,  stop insisting. It's his accountability to our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am praying that this issue will be resolve, i don't know how or what will be the outcome after the restoration but i hope , resolve that we can fully do our task in serving, praising and worshiping our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always remember what my friend once told me " Relationship is an Investment" and it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span id="status_time"&gt;&lt;span id="status_time_inner"&gt;&lt;abbr title="Thursday,  July 8, 2010 at 9:35pm" date="Thu, 08 Jul 2010 06:35:25 -0700" class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-5018171981393169595?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/5018171981393169595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=5018171981393169595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/5018171981393169595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/5018171981393169595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2010/07/romans-1218.html' title='Romans 12:18'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-8803689869617251447</id><published>2010-07-07T12:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T13:13:50.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Professional Playboy</title><content type='html'>Somewhere while blog hopping i happen to read one's post about&lt;a href="http://andysundies.blogspot.com/"&gt; "Professional Beggar"&lt;/a&gt;. Kung saan kinakarir na ung pagpapakalimos using the same tagline. Well, i happen to know someone like that but his not a beggar, chicks boy o playboy. Why i call him professional??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi, He really knows how to win a gurls heart. Kahit huling huli na ang galing pa rin lumusot. I call him pa nga "gifted". That's what i girl friend call him. The sad part is i was once a victim of this " Professional Playboy". He gives you the feeling of most treasured, and as if your the only beautiful girl in the world. He is not flowery in words but still he can get your attention. He is like "paclose effect" na parang matagal na kayong magkakilala. He gives you time, he is texting you. Etc2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the past and now, i come to realize how stupid i am to once fall for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the lastest news, break na daw sila ng longtime gf nya na fiance nya na. Reason?? Napagod na sa kanya, and find another man. Seee????? What you sow is what you will reap! Don't do unto others what you don't want others will do unto you. That's the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOLDEN RULE MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i hope that girls will be warned by those kinds of guys. I mean all man are polygamous, pero eto kinakarir na talaga as in parang binabayaran kung makaatake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko nga he has a ministry of his own instead of "winning souls" sya nmna "winning hearts"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk tsk. Sooo bad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-8803689869617251447?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/8803689869617251447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=8803689869617251447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/8803689869617251447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/8803689869617251447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2010/07/professional-playboy.html' title='Professional Playboy'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-7177765508080461649</id><published>2010-07-05T16:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T17:39:07.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You never let go...</title><content type='html'>Achy Breaky? Hum, am just trying to get over. Pero kung san kapa gustong makalimot dun nman sya bumabalik. Ilang beses bang kelangan masaktan at umiyak? im done crying... I am standing again for my son. No, am  done being used and buttered emotionally.. Don't let me fall again......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Oh Lord i know, i can pass this disturbances again. You're here with me and you will never let me go..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psalms 27:1 &lt;/span&gt;The LORD is my light and my salvation--whom shall I fear?  The LORD is the stronghold of my life--of whom shall I be﻿ afraid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joshua 1:9&lt;/span&gt; "Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do﻿ not  be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with  you wherever you go."      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/76ifTTuL4XI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=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/76ifTTuL4XI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I walk through the valley&lt;br /&gt;Of the shadow of death&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect love is casting out fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even when I'm caught in the middle&lt;br /&gt;Of the storms of this life&lt;br /&gt;I won't turn back, I know You are near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I will fear no evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; For my God is with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And if my God is with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Whom then shall I fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Whom then shall I fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh no, You never let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Through the calm and through the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh no, You never let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; In every high and every low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh no, You never let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Lord, You never let go of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can see a light that is coming&lt;br /&gt;For the heart that holds on&lt;br /&gt;A glorious light beyond all compare&lt;br /&gt;And there will be an end to these troubles&lt;br /&gt;But until that day comes&lt;br /&gt;We'll live to know You here on the earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep on loving&lt;br /&gt;And You never let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I can see a light that is coming&lt;br /&gt;For the heart that holds on&lt;br /&gt;And there will be an end to these troubles&lt;br /&gt;But until that day comes&lt;br /&gt;Still I will praise You, still I will praise You&lt;br /&gt;I can see the light&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-7177765508080461649?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/7177765508080461649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=7177765508080461649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/7177765508080461649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/7177765508080461649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-never-let-go.html' title='You never let go...'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-3291106074467141725</id><published>2010-07-02T22:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T08:43:41.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REVENGE</title><content type='html'>Hearing the phrase " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nasa akin ang huling halakhak&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tapos na kayo? Kami nman&lt;/span&gt;..." is what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we have the same answer, the title of this post. And just imagining what is the feeling or the aura of a person who thinks of having revenge to someone is making my brow curl and gives me a heavy heart. How much more the person who will do the act??? Maybe he's having sleepless nights just thinking how to get even. A life with that is so stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Lord said in ROMANS 12:19 "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, but  [rather] give place unto  wrath: for it is written, Vengeance [is] mine; I will repay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If truly you have no account to someone, why would you bother to revenge? Specially when God is on your side? The Bible clearly stated that HE will take vengeance for you, you don't have to worry. God doesn't want you to put sin in your hand. Thats how he loves you ,that you may not be guitly of any sin. So why worry?? dba??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the phrase " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kung binato ka ng bato, batuhin mo ng tinapay&lt;/span&gt;". Is this right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, NO. It's wrong, still wrong. Binato ka nga ng matigas and then bumato ka ng eatable and soft but still " binato" mo pa rin. What is right is ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Kung binato ka ng bato, kunin mo ang bato at ibigay kay Lord".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. D ba?? Lagot sya. Bahala na si Lord kung ano ang ibabato sa kanya pabalik. Hahahaha. May peace of mind kapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you get something from it. ^ ^ gudnyt people ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-3291106074467141725?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/3291106074467141725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=3291106074467141725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/3291106074467141725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/3291106074467141725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2010/07/revenge.html' title='REVENGE'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-5557477077779355745</id><published>2010-07-02T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T21:00:58.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Pressure</title><content type='html'>I believe that when a person is in the state of pressured, you can test his/her maturity and then see what is his/her real attitude or characteristics. Some have learned to keep their control while others become hysterical. San ka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime in the past, i got out of control and burst. I got angry and so mad. But the end, i realize it was so wrong and i am so ashamed of myself, And much more for those who caught me in the act. What i've told myself is.. that won't happen again. I should have control over myself, since i knew that i have the ability to be a monster ( everybody does i guess so). My best way of controlling is to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pause, sing, think and shut up&lt;/span&gt;!! hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be quiet and then just let the wind blow every hatred or negative things and think of happy moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and say to yourself... "life is beautiful to just waste it with garbage stuff."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-5557477077779355745?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/5557477077779355745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=5557477077779355745&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/5557477077779355745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/5557477077779355745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2010/07/on-pressure.html' title='On Pressure'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-993396555931870544</id><published>2010-07-01T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T22:44:07.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count it all JOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="close2yah" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/nylaneg_2001/gif.gif" border="0" width="30" height="30" /&gt; James Chapter 1 has full of promises for a person who is experiencing trials. Been through a lot of that, up until now. But i can see the great difference. In the past i get easily carried away and think as if i am the most miserable person in the world. I once thought that am such a great burden to everybody. My life was so dark and hopeless, to think that i was already a christian that time. I don't know, yet every time i am hurt, i feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm great. I got lots of trials, much more harder than the past, yet i can smile and sing a song glorifying to our God. It seems am just jumping over any problem and just fly. Even though i know trials won't leave my way. I know i am victorious and will just get over it sooooo easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what is  God's promises and i will just cling to HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God it was never too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;" Count it all joy my brothers when you meet trials of any kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have it's full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing"&lt;/span&gt; James 1: 1-4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-993396555931870544?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/993396555931870544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=993396555931870544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/993396555931870544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/993396555931870544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2010/07/count-it-all-joy.html' title='Count it all JOY'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-3075872626044394335</id><published>2010-06-24T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T18:43:29.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Lord for Another Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="close2yah" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/nylaneg_2001/gif.gif" border="0" width="30" height="30" /&gt; It has been a long, tiring, happy and exciting year. Mix it all and it's a blessed Year! God has given me another fresh start to recover from those long and tiring journeys. and He also gave me another start to keep on believing that life is just passing by, and keep all the treasure moments of happiness and exciting one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really such a blessed person. I am still alive and kicking! Whew, as what i have written on me status on Fb.. Another starting line and am ready to race, am all geared up and with more endurance and stamina! who can beat me??? i am racing for God's Glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is said in Lamentation that great is the faithfulness of God, coz it's new every morning! You are indeed faithful to me Lord, not a single day you forgotten me. Thank You so much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can say that this is a fresh start.. am a new person now.. I can shout to the whole world that.. i am saved by Jesus Christ!! and i am shining with His Light!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's no greater joy Lord, thank being with you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh start with my son.. Gabriel.. my angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get it on! ready.,.. get set... GO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-3075872626044394335?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/3075872626044394335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=3075872626044394335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/3075872626044394335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/3075872626044394335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2010/06/thank-you-lord-for-another-year.html' title='Thank You Lord for Another Year!'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-201808817207482540</id><published>2010-03-15T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T10:36:31.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I could Sing of YOuR Love Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="close2yah" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/nylaneg_2001/gif.gif" border="0" width="30" height="30" /&gt;It's been a very stressful week for me. why???&lt;br /&gt;Hum, pinauwe ko pinsan ko. Ang hirap kaya magbantay ng dalaga. hahaha. Mabuti pang pabantayin ako ke gaiel wag lang sa taong me utak na. Naku ang hirap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a text conversation ng father ni gaiel. Sabihan ba nman akong " halit ako!" (am a pest!), sinong hindi marereact nyan?? para nman naagrabyado sya sa lagay ha. Haaaayyy.. He's just finding reasons to justify his acts and to cover every faults he has. AKala ba nman eh naghahabol ako sa kanya. E kung ayaw mo d wag!!!! Kya kong buhayin anak ko kahit wala ka, eh kahit nman andyan ka prang wala rin nman e...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. haaayy there are issues now in the church. nalulungkot talaga ako.. basta ewan. im praying na sana maayos na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, i know that He is God. and i should just be still.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-201808817207482540?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/201808817207482540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=201808817207482540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/201808817207482540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/201808817207482540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-could-sing-of-your-love-forever.html' title='I could Sing of YOuR Love Forever'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-4380946434998619646</id><published>2010-03-11T10:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:57:05.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attacked!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="close2yah" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/nylaneg_2001/gif.gif" border="0" width="30" height="30" /&gt; i know God wont allow that His children will suffer. I am claiming to that. The Lord is on my side, and He will never leave. So no matter how hard it is for me right now, Only God can give me strenght. And i thank You Lord for being with me.. Because of you i can now overcome any trials. Because of these trials i am knowing you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am praying for more patience......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-4380946434998619646?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/4380946434998619646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=4380946434998619646&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/4380946434998619646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/4380946434998619646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2010/03/attacked.html' title='Attacked!'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-511798249861781053</id><published>2010-01-11T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T15:11:58.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assurance</title><content type='html'>In my anguish I cried to the LORD, and he answered by setting me free. The LORD is with me; I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?” (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?version=NIV&amp;amp;search=Psalm%20118:5-6"&gt;Psalm 118:5-6&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="close2yah" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/nylaneg_2001/gif.gif" width="30" border="0" height="30" /&gt;That is what my daily verse says. A great assurance that nobody or whatever can put me down. Not even the bitch who keeps on following me ( KSP ba).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-511798249861781053?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/511798249861781053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=511798249861781053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/511798249861781053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/511798249861781053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2010/01/assurance.html' title='Assurance'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-3323952366523142419</id><published>2010-01-08T14:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T14:49:42.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new life, fresh and full of Joy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="close2yah" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/nylaneg_2001/gif.gif" width="30" border="0" height="30" /&gt; Hi! im alive, again. But this time more contented and full of joy. Happy seeing gaiel grow, i can talk to him na nga eh. I know that he is such an intelligent child. Humm been thinking what course his going to take up in college, maybe Doctor?? Ob? wahehehe.. lots of prayers before anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd been struggling lately. hUm hindi nman super struggle but yes, it bothers me. A temptation is always been around me. but i am happy, coz deep in my heart i know i can resist it na. Crossing my fingers na sana nga, resist ko na. Sarap nman kasi ng FRENCHFRIES! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hum am happy too that finally i found a home. A home that embraces me kahit ano pa ako. It's the house of God. Walang descrimination and everybody is trying to protect, help and guides me sa panimulang buhay ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/S0bUJEVOUNI/AAAAAAAAAnU/1TTmYYWiMrY/s1600-h/2_975228120l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/S0bUJEVOUNI/AAAAAAAAAnU/1TTmYYWiMrY/s320/2_975228120l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424256053461012690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Am very proud of my son. Everybody loves him. Thank GOd! Thats him trying to reach for something. Very curious kasi. Opps btw. The person who left a message on my tag board. I know her for a long time, dont mind her, nagpapapansin lang yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ding if u happen to read it and this, kilala mo na yan ha. Don't be bothered about it. Me tupak kasi yan. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovelife?? praying for it. Hayy.. "so near yet so far" pa. Love him pa nman. tsk! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta Go! until next time. i dont know when.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-3323952366523142419?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/3323952366523142419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=3323952366523142419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/3323952366523142419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/3323952366523142419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-life-fresh-and-full-of-joy.html' title='happy new life, fresh and full of Joy!'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/S0bUJEVOUNI/AAAAAAAAAnU/1TTmYYWiMrY/s72-c/2_975228120l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-6738318642355103418</id><published>2009-09-15T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T14:06:50.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATES! UPDATES! UPDATES!</title><content type='html'>Wow! Im back!! From where?? Wala dito lang sa tabi tabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's New?? Humm, physically, medyo bumabalik na ang dating figure ko. "Medyo" hahaha! Hirap talaga magpapayat. Panu ba nman, eh steady ang food, specially that i have my little canteen sa isang preschool sa umaga and then sa hapon... Ihaw ihaw.. "Inasal" kung sa ilonggo term pa. Sino ba nman papayat nyan. Haaayy.. temptations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hirap na magpost kasi wala nman internet connection sa tinitirhan ko. Meron nyang pc wala nman connection. Not like sa dating tinutuluyan ko, 24/7 online. Nakakamis. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nobody, Nobody but YOu!" Yan ang usong kanta at sayaw ngayon sa bahay.. know why? yan kasi sinasayaw ng Gaiel. Oppps!! Gaiel's turning 1 sa Lunes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Baby! MMMMwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pno ka kaya magrereact kung nalaman mong ung taong kausap mo for almost 2 yrs eh peke pala. The worst part is, sinisiraan kapa. Hirap na talagang magtiwala ano? Ewan ko ba, bakit me mga taong ganun.. Kunyare concern pero kabaliktaran pala eh, kinukuha lang lakas mo.. SUCKER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saka alam mo, iba na talaga mga lalaki ngaun. Me kakilala nga ako, Kalalaking tao eh ang daldal, Mas madaldal pa sa mga babae, Mabuti sana kung magaganda lumalabas sa bunganga nya eh ung puro mura, panglalait at kantyaw sa ibang tao ang ginagawa nya, grr.. ang lansa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto pa, kanina nililinas ko ung ref na pinaglalagyan ko ng mga tinitinda kung softdrink, nagtataka ako bakit ang baho eh tuyo nman sa loob at labas, so check ko sa likod.. syempre kelangan kong iisud, Thinking na me 2 lalaking nakaupo malapit (as in malapit lang talaga saken) eh tutulungan ko,, naku po.. tiningnan lang ako. Ung nanay na me karga pang baby ang tumulong saken.. Chaka!! Gentle dog nga nmang naturingan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi nga ng kakilala ko.. mostly mga lalaki now eh sya pang nagpapabuhay sa mga asawa or gf. Babae na ngaun ang bumubuhay sa pamilya. Sabi ko nman, kasalanan nman kasi ng mga babae, kung di ba nman sila nag sigawan na : Kaya rin nman ginagawa nyong mga lalaki:" eh di sana hindi tinatamad ngaun ang mga lalaki. Sus!! kasalanan kasi ni eba! Ang tapang tapos ngaun magrereklamo.. Kaya ako para di na sumakit ang ulo ko.. Di na lang ako mag aasawa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol/.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-6738318642355103418?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/6738318642355103418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=6738318642355103418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/6738318642355103418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/6738318642355103418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2009/09/updates-updates-updates.html' title='UPDATES! UPDATES! UPDATES!'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-4370250608558008582</id><published>2009-04-26T23:06:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:34:12.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indeed, God's Precious Gift</title><content type='html'>I am really tired and would love to rest my body in my bed. But i need to write this down, share it with who ever may read this, of how marvelous my God is. Indeed, He is the God who never s His sons and daughters. I am very thankful how He sustain us and provide all our need, sobra sobra pa. It is really a proof of how caring He is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this afternoon it is Gaiel's dedication. Dedication is the baptist version of binyag in Catholic. But there is a big difference with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SfSAQBvr6sI/AAAAAAAAAl0/htOTz0D8tyE/s1600-h/DSC02472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SfSAQBvr6sI/AAAAAAAAAl0/htOTz0D8tyE/s200/DSC02472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329025271920847554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i never had any centavo on my wallet or pocket when i decided to plan for his dedication. I just texted everybody concern that i will be dedicating my son. And there it all started, they suggested to let sponsors (ninang and ninong) to contribute food for the occasion. At first i was worried that hindi magkasya ang pagkain and i was expecting 80 visitors because sa sponsors pa lang 35 na. Yet me sobra pa ang food.  Grabe!  Nver ever doubt God's Power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SfR_zb_pR9I/AAAAAAAAAlk/vRMqLQTlK5U/s1600-h/DSC02474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SfR_zb_pR9I/AAAAAAAAAlk/vRMqLQTlK5U/s200/DSC02474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329024780750899154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really thankful, i can never express how grateful my heart is. Gaiel is such a blessing for me and to all who loved him. Sa akin, i am blessed because i know who my real friends are who stick tru thick or thin.&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SfSDRfNfjvI/AAAAAAAAAmk/Qu28JpVCQMY/s1600-h/DSC02470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SfSDRfNfjvI/AAAAAAAAAmk/Qu28JpVCQMY/s200/DSC02470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329028595545247474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SfSDQlf0S3I/AAAAAAAAAmE/bk_tu_QqSIE/s1600-h/DSC02458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SfSDQlf0S3I/AAAAAAAAAmE/bk_tu_QqSIE/s200/DSC02458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329028580052847474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SfSDRFuIYUI/AAAAAAAAAmc/0w7jktL9d20/s1600-h/DSC02469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SfSDRFuIYUI/AAAAAAAAAmc/0w7jktL9d20/s200/DSC02469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329028588702818626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SfSEM39L-EI/AAAAAAAAAnM/vl3k-iWgn98/s1600-h/DSC02485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SfSEM39L-EI/AAAAAAAAAnM/vl3k-iWgn98/s200/DSC02485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329029615800023106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SfSEMmnUmgI/AAAAAAAAAnE/cFrWo3gf9Ys/s1600-h/DSC02480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SfSEMmnUmgI/AAAAAAAAAnE/cFrWo3gf9Ys/s200/DSC02480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329029611144911362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SfSEMaIT29I/AAAAAAAAAm8/gyqtZbz9V7I/s1600-h/DSC02479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SfSEMaIT29I/AAAAAAAAAm8/gyqtZbz9V7I/s200/DSC02479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329029607793613778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SfSEMJg5McI/AAAAAAAAAm0/J5glY0alSiY/s1600-h/DSC02478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SfSEMJg5McI/AAAAAAAAAm0/J5glY0alSiY/s200/DSC02478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329029603333321154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SfSEMNqSk_I/AAAAAAAAAms/gPtAIaffuKA/s1600-h/DSC02471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SfSEMNqSk_I/AAAAAAAAAms/gPtAIaffuKA/s200/DSC02471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329029604446475250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SfSDQwh_unI/AAAAAAAAAmM/aGyZNh2ikw0/s1600-h/DSC02467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SfSDQwh_unI/AAAAAAAAAmM/aGyZNh2ikw0/s200/DSC02467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329028583014775410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SfSDQxl1URI/AAAAAAAAAmU/scqvwE7QELw/s1600-h/DSC02468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SfSDQxl1URI/AAAAAAAAAmU/scqvwE7QELw/s200/DSC02468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329028583299305746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also happy that Jk was there, kahit na wala ni isa sa family nya ang umatend still i am&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SfSCE4KXUlI/AAAAAAAAAl8/LrA7oKtIqZw/s1600-h/DSC02455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SfSCE4KXUlI/AAAAAAAAAl8/LrA7oKtIqZw/s200/DSC02455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329027279393083986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; happy kasi nung time na tinawag kami as parents, he's brave to come forward, for gaiel. But, i know that he was affected na wala ni isa ang umated sa pamilya nya. anyway, i still thank him for being there. It's not about the financial thing that i am asking from him, simply his presence as gaiel's father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to;&lt;br /&gt;Alvarez Family&lt;br /&gt;Sum-ag Alliance Youth who led the Praise and worship&lt;br /&gt;Arrieta Family&lt;br /&gt;My Glee Glub Buddies&lt;br /&gt;My Afterglow Family&lt;br /&gt;Manay, Ng Vicky and Dingdong&lt;br /&gt;Jen and Radwell Bldg&lt;br /&gt;All Praise to Him, my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To view more pics visit Gaiel's Multiply. Http://gabrielanthonymayang.multiply.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-4370250608558008582?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/4370250608558008582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=4370250608558008582&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/4370250608558008582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/4370250608558008582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2009/04/indeed-gods-precious-gift.html' title='Indeed, God&apos;s Precious Gift'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SfSAQBvr6sI/AAAAAAAAAl0/htOTz0D8tyE/s72-c/DSC02472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-3611458578311977107</id><published>2009-04-22T16:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T17:07:08.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still</title><content type='html'>I will be still and know you are God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's best for me, specially in this time of hardship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like breaking up.. but i know ull be there to support me and for me to stand still Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take hold of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa dami ng nadaanan ko, u did'nt abandoned me. I know all these things will just past and i can smile again. A real smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-3611458578311977107?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/3611458578311977107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=3611458578311977107&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/3611458578311977107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/3611458578311977107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2009/04/still.html' title='Still'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-8013324850389718226</id><published>2009-04-04T22:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T23:57:59.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Bless!</title><content type='html'>Levi and i chatted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kanina&lt;/span&gt; and talked about many things. Isa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ung&lt;/span&gt; upcoming wedding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nya&lt;/span&gt; next year ( July to be exact) with his American &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gf&lt;/span&gt;, Jamie Ruth. I was really happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt; Levi. I can tell that he was really obedient as a son of God. He was really blessed. With a well paid job and a girlfriend who is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;inlove&lt;/span&gt; with Jesus. What more can i ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt; d &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;? He is such a great example. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kahit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;daming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;nagsasabi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;bakla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;sya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;, anyway he's not affected &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;nman&lt;/span&gt; eh. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Sabi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;nga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;kanya&lt;/span&gt;, Look what happen to me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;tigas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;kasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;ulo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;kung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;hindi&lt;/span&gt; pa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;nauntog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt; pa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;nagising&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Kelangan&lt;/span&gt; pa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;talagang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;masaktan&lt;/span&gt; just to realize that i am really loved by HIM. He's experienced? Dun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;nga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;sya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;naging&lt;/span&gt; faithful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; China. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Kung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;hindi&lt;/span&gt; pa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;nalayo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; loved ones &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt; pa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;talaga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;mapapansin&lt;/span&gt; no? Well great lessons are acquired in great pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always talk to HIM. I can't call it praying, just a normal conversation &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; Kanya. I always thank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;HIm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;kahit&lt;/span&gt; sang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;katutak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;naging&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;kasalanan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;kanya&lt;/span&gt;, still He's always there ready to embrace me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; i fall. I thank Him that despite my unworthiness, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;binigyan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;nya&lt;/span&gt; pa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;isang&lt;/span&gt; angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;Tsk&lt;/span&gt;. I admit i was just a christian by name &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;dati&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;masama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt; huh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; front &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;ung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;pagiging&lt;/span&gt; christian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt;. What i mean is, i am not that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86"&gt;spritually&lt;/span&gt; mature. I am so weak. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_87"&gt;Iba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_88"&gt;kasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_89"&gt;inuuna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_90"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt; instead of HIM. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_91"&gt;Pawala&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_92"&gt;kung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_93"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_94"&gt;ilonggo&lt;/span&gt; pa. But now? i am more conscious of my faith. Specially now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_95"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; most of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_96"&gt;acquaintances&lt;/span&gt; are not with the same faith that i have., &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_97"&gt;Iba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_98"&gt;talaga&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes pla we need to mingle with them just to realize that we're different, that we are most blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;Little by little, im learning to lay down my life to HIM. Sa tulong nya rin. Coz just by myself, hindi ko magagawa. Specially now that i have a son. Kinakabahan din ako how to fulfill my obligation as a mother. Kaya ko kaya syang palakihin with good values and everything. Kung ako lang, i can't. So i entrust it to HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;L♥v3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_99"&gt;QuEstiOnS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.do you ever wonder what your ex is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_100"&gt;upto&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln3"&gt;◘ Nope.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_101"&gt;wala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_102"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_103"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_104"&gt;pakelam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_105"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_106"&gt;kanila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln5"&gt;2.have u ever been given flowers?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln6"&gt;◘ yes, once.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_107"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_108"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_109"&gt;makalimutan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_110"&gt;kasi&lt;/span&gt; he's the 1st to give me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_111"&gt;sya&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_112"&gt;wala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_113"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_114"&gt;iba&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_115"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.what is your all time favorite romance m0vie?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln9"&gt;◘ the notebook&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln10"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln11"&gt;4.how many times have u honestly fallen deeply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_116"&gt;inlove&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln12"&gt;◘ many times and i ended broken hearted! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_117"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln14"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.whats &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_118"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; current problem?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln15"&gt;◘ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_119"&gt;aherm&lt;/span&gt;, where will i start??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln16"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln17"&gt;6.have u ever had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_120"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; heart broken?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln18"&gt;◘ hell, many times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln20"&gt;7.had a long distance relationship?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln21"&gt;◘ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_121"&gt;hihihi&lt;/span&gt;.. yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln22"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln23"&gt;8.do you believe in the statement once a cheater always a cheater?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln24"&gt;◘ no.. every person has the chance to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln25"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln25');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln26"&gt;9.how many kids do u want to have?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln26');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln27"&gt;◘ hum, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_122"&gt;ung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_123"&gt;totoo&lt;/span&gt; gusto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_124"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_125"&gt;sana&lt;/span&gt; 1 dozen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_126"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_127"&gt;pero&lt;/span&gt; practically 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln27');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln28');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln29"&gt;10.do you regret &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_128"&gt;anythin&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_129"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; past?y?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln29');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln30"&gt;◘ yes, but i cant do anything about it. just deal with it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_130"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_131"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln30');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln31');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln32"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_132"&gt;Anythin&lt;/span&gt; u want to tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_133"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; ex?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln32');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln33"&gt; ◘ yes, " miss me?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_134"&gt;hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln33');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln34"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln34');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln35"&gt;12.do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln35');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln36"&gt;◘ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_135"&gt;ahuh&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_136"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; a hopeless romantic eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln36');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln37"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln37');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln38"&gt;13.would u kiss the last person u kissed?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln38');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln39"&gt;◘ hay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_137"&gt;sana&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln39');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln40"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln40');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln41"&gt;14.at what age did u start noticing the opposite gender?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln41');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln42"&gt;◘ 10.. grade 5. weehh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln42');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln43"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln43');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln44"&gt;15.are u happy with your love situation?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln44');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln45"&gt;◘ right now, zero ako now.. baby ko muna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln45');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln46"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln46');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln47"&gt;16.do u kn0w someone hu likes you?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln47');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln48"&gt;◘ ahuh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln48');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln49"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln49');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln50"&gt;17.do you like anyone?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln50');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln51"&gt;◘ uu nman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln51');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln52"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln52');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln53"&gt;18.do they kn0w it?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln53');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln54"&gt;◘ yung iba oo, ung iba hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln54');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-8013324850389718226?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/8013324850389718226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=8013324850389718226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/8013324850389718226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/8013324850389718226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2009/04/lv3-questions.html' title='I Am Bless!'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-2360657469793028378</id><published>2009-04-03T16:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:53:53.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iHaveAsuperPower!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SdXOiMAjqPI/AAAAAAAAAlU/SSzepZMnAfs/s1600-h/Woman_by_coeur_indecis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SdXOiMAjqPI/AAAAAAAAAlU/SSzepZMnAfs/s200/Woman_by_coeur_indecis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320385621542545650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;--- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my name.. Cute..! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking, or maybe hallucinating that i am one of the mutants in X-men or someone in Heroes. Ngek .. im really going nuts watching too much movies ei. Well, there's nothing wrong thinking impossible things for once.. ohh, okey a million times. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i will have a super power, i like the power of PERSUASION. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?? Hummm.. having all the charm and convincing looks hehehe, i can easily seduce someone! Hahahaha! (arrgh! this is the effect of watching too much love stories!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and if some kid is doing not right, i can just look at him and say.. "go, take good care of your mama and papa" and i can easily influence their thoughts and point of view.. cguro wala ng pasaway sa mundo.. including me. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that ang dami na talagang pasaway sa mundo. Alam na nman nila na masama na ginagawa nila, but still ginagawa pa rin nila. And even ang dami ng nag aadvice still, tigas pa rin ng ulo nila!!! Their parents simple need ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;--- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, it's so frustrating watching those classic love story. Nakakainggit!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my powers to convince myself not to fall in love again!! ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk!! Nu ba tong epekto ng panonood ko.. Btw, i'd been away for two days?? Nanood ako ng dvd,, wahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-2360657469793028378?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/2360657469793028378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=2360657469793028378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/2360657469793028378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/2360657469793028378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2009/04/ihaveasuperpower.html' title='iHaveAsuperPower!!'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SdXOiMAjqPI/AAAAAAAAAlU/SSzepZMnAfs/s72-c/Woman_by_coeur_indecis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-8666365684117936958</id><published>2009-03-31T23:28:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:06:11.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Pag-asa ng Bayan!</title><content type='html'>Sabi nga ni Rizal ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"kabataan ang siyang pag-asa ng ating bayan"&lt;/span&gt;. Eh pano na ngayon yan, eh halos ng kabataan ngayon eh... ah ewan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High School pa lang kung makapulupot sa gf at bf nila eh parang daig pa ang mag asawa, imagine in public places pa yan ha. Like kanina sa jeep na nasakyan ko, kung kapatid ko lang un, natulak ko na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SdI7CJz5jJI/AAAAAAAAAk8/sezy0h3dgzM/s1600-h/1_277077409m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SdI7CJz5jJI/AAAAAAAAAk8/sezy0h3dgzM/s200/1_277077409m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319379018057354386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At halos sa labas ng lahat ng skol dito, makikita mo silang nakatambay na me hawak na yosi at nasa gitna nila ung long neck at shot glass. Hay, alam kaya ng mga magulang nila na ganun ginagwa nila? At naisip man lang kaya nila kung pano kinikita ng magulang nila ang ginagastos nila para sa yosi at inom nila?? tsk tsk tsk.. At me mga kasama pa silang mga babae na nakapulupot sa kanila ha, ( imagine HS Student!), galing noh.. me katable na sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SdI7CbL1kHI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Efn8Hga1Tis/s1600-h/emo-boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SdI7CbL1kHI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Efn8Hga1Tis/s200/emo-boy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319379022721159282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At nauso pa tong emo-emo ha. Nakakasulubong ko sila minsan and napapatagal talaga tingin ko sa kanila. Bakit kaya hinahayaan ng magulang nito na ganito ung ayos nila? Me makapal na eye liner, hairstyle, black skinny jeans plus ung jacket na parang di nalalabhan.Mabuti sana kung katulad sila ng nasa pic na makinis ung muka, eh parang di naliligo ng isang buwan eh! Sila rin, tambay sa labas ng skol. Nu kaya ang nasa isip ng mga to... na kasapi nila si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOSE RIZAL&lt;/span&gt;?? One sided ang hair at laging nakaitim? wahahahaha! Sila nga cguro ung tinutukoy ng ating pambansang bayani..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Ang Pag-asa ng Ating Bayang"&lt;/span&gt;...hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumalala na ba ang panahon?? Just for instance sa Glee Club, compare mo yung mga dating members at nagpapaaudition, ang layo na talaga. Now? Grabe na kung makasagot sagot ung mga new batch sa señior nila and even sa rehearsal time wala na yung discipline, kung dati nakasit straight and nakatingin sa conductor, ngayon habang nagpapraktis, nakadequatro while texting. Akala mo kung sino ng magaling, eh Pambansang awit nga lang at Lord's prayer di pa makuha ng tama (daming nakagrad na hindi pa tama tono nila ha).  Imbes sana mag-improve dahil lumalawak na ang scope of music at marami ng naririse na mga choir, lalo nmang nagiging pasaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paitim at padilim na nga ba ang future?  Well, we can't deny that maybe the end is near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, pano na ung.."Pag asa ng Bayan?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-8666365684117936958?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/8666365684117936958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=8666365684117936958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/8666365684117936958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/8666365684117936958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2009/03/ang-pag-asa-ng-bayan.html' title='Ang Pag-asa ng Bayan!'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/SdI7CJz5jJI/AAAAAAAAAk8/sezy0h3dgzM/s72-c/1_277077409m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-6855788258251102329</id><published>2009-03-31T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:31:38.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Bentot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MARCH 31&lt;/span&gt;. It's his birthday today. Ilang taon na ba sya?? 30,31, 32?? Dunno but he still look young ;). If you happen to recognize him from somewhere, it's because sya ung kasama ni kyla kumanta sa anniv ng GMA. Yung "We believe".. Im so proud na Kuya ko sya.. wahahaha!! He's simply the best, very humble ( as in to the core of the earth),  sarap pa kasama kasi walang dull momentS at walang gutom! wahaha.. i miss him so much, How we spend time talking, drinking coffee and watching movies together with ng tin and ng janah. Ang walang katapusang kantahan at bungisnisan. Miss u so much nong/ Im praying for your success. Just stay humble and my manong ervin ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee behavior="alternate"&gt; &lt;img src="http://photos-077.friendster.com/e1/photos/77/00/41920077/256047808l.jpg" width="200" height="160" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-672.friendster.com/e1/photos/27/65/25415672/1_997455679l.jpg" width="200" height="160" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-672.friendster.com/e1/photos/27/65/25415672/637672755l.jpg" width="200" height="160" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-672.friendster.com/e1/photos/27/65/25415672/28416644352939l.jpg" width="200" height="160" /&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:MONOTYPE CORSIVA;font-size:180%;"  &gt;♥ HAPPY BIRTHDAY NONG ERVIN ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-6855788258251102329?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/6855788258251102329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=6855788258251102329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/6855788258251102329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/6855788258251102329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-bentot.html' title='Happy Birthday Bentot'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-6822724216953934944</id><published>2009-03-30T22:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:29:14.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deceptions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ou can't really judge a person.&lt;/span&gt; No matter how bad some other people might say about a certain person, still you can't judge right away, still you can't trust your first impression. And it's really wrong saying that "First impression last". Because persons may be bad at some point but i always believe, they have their good/angelic sides or vice versa. So, dapat wag kang magsalita ng patapos. Coz maybe that person maybe bad at you for now but in the future, you'll realize.. she's/he's not that bad anyway. Hindi talaga na memeasure ang kakayahan, attitude and maturity ng isang tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;verything has a reason&lt;/span&gt;. Some of us might not know the real reasons why we do stuffs that later we regret. You know why?? Because sometimes our wrong moves or actions are just the result of a big mistake. A domino effect. Just to make it clear, take this example: A child product of a broken family. Kung magrebelde sya later on, the parent issue has a big factor in it. Ano ung reason nya why she/he is doing it? She might not see, she may not admit it, but the main roots of  it is the...." absence of a family". I myself is a product of a broken family and i can attest that it is really difficult. Growing up without them and ipasa pasa sa mga relatives. I'd been in that stage na nagiging rebelde na pala ako, without my knowing. People saw me na mabait and strong. but now ko lang nalaman that i'd been rebellious. If hindi pa nasettle yung issue about the absence of a family, andaming pwedeng gawin na hindi mo alam narerebelde kana pala, drugs, inom, barkada, sex and lust for money. At that stage, hindi mo malalaman na nagiging rebelde kana pala. Iisipin mo lang, that everybody is doing it, na trend un, and nagpapakasaya ka lang. You might not know the reasons why your doing it, later mo lang marereliaze, it's the unsettle issue about... " the absence of a family". What i can advice, settle it with yourself, have a battle in the mirror, asking questions sa sarili mo. Nobody can help you but yourself. It all starts from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xpectations.&lt;/span&gt; We do have expectations for ourselves and for others. But sometimes, our expectations for them  may kill them or be the hindrance of their own happiness. Too much expectations can cause discomforts, confusions and lost of self identity. Because if someone is expecting too much from you na hindi mo nman kayang abutin,  it can manipulate you. Doing such thing for that person and not for yourself. Mahirap yun. Everytime your with that person who expects too much from you, feeling mo, mali lahat ng ginagawa mo and u shrink! Alam mo yung parang grade 1 kang tinuturuang magsulat. Walang kang kumpyansa sa sarili mo. And thats the time that you seek people that will make you feel comfortable where u can express yourself.  Ang masama eh kung ung mga taong sinasamahan mo eh, mabubuti ba? Matutulong ka? The best way to do is talk, have an open relationship. Tell it straight kung hindi mo kaya ung iniexpect nya, and that your not comfortable kasi hindi kana si ikaw. hehehe.. Tell that " I just want to be myself..ganito lang ako eh... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ig Big Fraud.&lt;/span&gt; Tsk. It's the 2nd time na hindi sya makagraduate. I know it's really frustrating specially na hinihintay ka ng lahat na makagrad. Her tita from abroad is the one financing her studies ( sister ng mother nya). Ano na lang sasabihin nun na hindi na nman sya nakagrad?? Naawa ako sa mother nya, sya ung nalagay sa gitna. She's protecting her daughter and also caring for the health and emotion of her sister. Ano bang gagawin nya?? She suggested na wag na lang daw ipaalam na hindi sya nakagrad. And just pretend that nkagrad na sya. When i knew it, sabi ko, pwede rin, but at the back of my mind it's really impossible. Hahanapan sya ng picture with toga, sa stage with her parent. Aguy! But she said, she can manage it. But i told her to try negotiating with her dean kung pwede lang na umakyat sya but not officially graduate. Para isang subject lang nman, just have an agreement na babalikan nya yun, she can't get her diploma and transcript unless reenroll the subject. But sabi nya.. di daw papayag ung dean. Sana try nya na lang noh?  Agree nman ung mother basta daw me mapakita lang silang picture pag uwe dito this june.Heee.. katakot.. Humm sana kausapin na lang nya ng masinsinan tita nya, what i am concern kasi later on pag nalaman, dalawa pa sila ng nanay nya mapapasama. haaay... ano na lang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seek for God's Word&lt;/span&gt;. Pray and read you bible everyday. U'll get a lot of wisdom from it. And you know what?? thru praying, talking to God, it can give you a lot of realizations. ;) Im doing it now.. (tagal ko na sana ginawa toh)  and everyday i can smile. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang drama ata ng entry ko? humm.. we just had a long conversation over dinner which is very helpful. Im happy that we're talking like that kasi nakakadagdag kaalaman specially now that i have a son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, sus.. me foreigner na sa blog ko. Dapat na akong magenglish!! waaaaaaaaaaaah.. nu ba yan.. mabuti pang magsolve na lang ako whole day ng algebra, trigo at logorithmics.. kesa buong blog entry ko eh english... poor ako sa english!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaa!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-6822724216953934944?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/6822724216953934944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=6822724216953934944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/6822724216953934944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/6822724216953934944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2009/03/unseen.html' title='Deceptions'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-4993197423092213753</id><published>2009-03-29T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:54:42.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievable!!</title><content type='html'>I just can't believe this one particular guy. OMG! All in one yung attitude ha. Kalalaking tao, ang daldal ( loud pah, parang babaeng putak ng putak!). Expect it when he opens his mouth all u can hear are bad comments about other people. If maganda nman yung sinasabi nya, expect it, it's about him. Whoa! unbelievebale d ba? Tsk Tsk! And just think about this, kung kainisan ka nya, expect na lahat ng galaw at sinasabi mo eh mali sa paningin at pandinig nya. Ganun ginagawa nya saken now eh. Grr! That evil, villain, warlock monster!!! (naku, nahahawa na ata ako sa kanya, maige cgurong lumayo layo na ako sa kanya hangga't maaga pa lang).  He's really good at backbiting. Yun ata talent nya eh.. haaayy.. ano kaya mabuting gamot para sa sakit nya ano?? grabe... kalalaking tao pa nman nya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, to let my hot temper cool down, i am going to share to you what &lt;a href="http://m0n3tt3.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kim &lt;/a&gt; sent me in my email. Just read. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Hardly seems worth it.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Now that's more like it!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(O.M.G.!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(In my next life, I want to be a pig.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A cockroach will live nine days without its head before it starves to death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Creepy.)&lt;br /&gt;(I'm still not over the pig.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories a hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Don't try this at home, maybe at work) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body. The female initiates sex by ripping the male's head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Honey, I'm home. What the. ..?!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flea can jump 350 times its body length. It's like a human jumping the length of a football field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(30 minutes... Lucky pig! Can you imagine?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The catfish has over 27,000 taste buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(What could be so tasty on the bottom of a pond?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lions mate over 50 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I still want to be a pig in my next life...quality over quantity) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies taste with their feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Something I always wanted to know.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Hmmmmmm.... ..) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(If you're ambidextrous, do you split the difference?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephants are the only animals that cannot jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Okay, so that would be a good thing) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cat's urine glows under a black light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I wonder who was paid to figure that out?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( I know some people like that.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starfish have no brains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I know some people like that too.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polar bears are left-handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(If they switch, they'll live a lot longer) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(What about that pig??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you've smiled at least once, it's your turn to spread these crazy facts and send this tosomeone you want to bring a smile to, maybeeven a chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, send it to everyone !&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and God love that  pig!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNBELIEVABLE! whahaha ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-4993197423092213753?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/4993197423092213753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=4993197423092213753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/4993197423092213753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/4993197423092213753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2009/03/unbelievable.html' title='Unbelievable!!'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-4211445558066850516</id><published>2009-03-29T14:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:14:43.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EpektoNgWalangMagawa...</title><content type='html'>Aherm , as usual Sunday afternoon walang magawa, tunganga lang sa harap ng pc. I can't go out nman kasi wala nman akong pera, at dahil na rin sa sobrang init. Kanina antok ako, when i lay down, nwala nmn antok kasi nga ang init ng pakiramdam ko. So, ginawa ko.. open ng fs at kung saan saan pa ako napadpad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At heto ang nahagilap ko. My horoscope sa Fs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; Staying inside your comfort zone might not seem very adventurous, but if you stick to familiar people and experiences right now, you will gain a deep confidence that could propel you into a very powerful phase of life. Try to be more receptive to the idea that something doesn't have to be new to be fascinating or instructive. You can look backwards and see your future. All it takes is a fresh perspective and the courage to see the value in your past mistakes.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naku.. ako pa nman ung taong madaling magsawa. Ayoko ng routine, gusto ko bago palagi.. waaahh.. cguro nga.. some things are good and fascinating as they turn older.. waheheh.. or hindi bago...aww.. uu nga masyado na akong nagiging mapag-isa. Kasama si gaiel and i find it hard to leave him. Okey nman ako eh, hindi nman naghahanap ng lakwatsya. Kasi pag lumabas ako, alam mo un, hindi ko na magawa ung dating ginagawa ko. Naiingit ako sa mga kasama ko., kasi ako eto karga baby ko.,Hindi nman ako nagrereklamo, but u know iba na ung buhay ng me anak. It's better cguro hanging around together with mom. d ba? hehe that's why i'd rather stay at home buong araw.. Tsk.. okey rin tong horoscope eh, napaka positive ng idea nya ha.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i fall apart very easily. one little push in the wrong direction and ill break down&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narinig ko na to eh. Parang eto ung linya ng mga taong malapit ng mabaliw dahil sa sobrang daming problema. hehehe.. nasabi ko na ba toh?? wahehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-4211445558066850516?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/4211445558066850516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=4211445558066850516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/4211445558066850516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/4211445558066850516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2009/03/epektongwalangmagawa.html' title='EpektoNgWalangMagawa...'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-6332749298565708690</id><published>2009-03-28T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:28:57.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7Things..Tsurbey</title><content type='html'>Pampaantok lang.. wheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEVEN THINGS THAT SCARE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ipis!&lt;br /&gt;2) water/drowning&lt;br /&gt;3) tumanda ako hihi&lt;br /&gt;4) Tumandang mag isa&lt;br /&gt;5) walang pera wahehe&lt;br /&gt;6) mapaos before singing engagement&lt;br /&gt;7) tumaba ng tumaba pa lalo.. nakooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU LIKE THE MOST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) chocolates&lt;br /&gt;2) music&lt;br /&gt;3) full-body massage...&lt;br /&gt;4) computer with fast connection&lt;br /&gt;5) winnie the pooh collections&lt;br /&gt;6) sewing/ reconstructing my clothes&lt;br /&gt;7) singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEVEN IMPORTANT THINGS IN YOUR ROOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) malinis kama&lt;br /&gt;2) malinis unan&lt;br /&gt;3) electric fan/ aircon&lt;br /&gt;4) my dresser&lt;br /&gt;5) dim light&lt;br /&gt;6) my borluloy.. not kakikayan ha, basta ung tinatago tago ko.&lt;br /&gt;7) pabango!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEVEN RANDOM FACTS ABOUT YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) loves to sing&lt;br /&gt;2) chocolate lover&lt;br /&gt;3) loves black dress&lt;br /&gt;4) blogger, adik sa paglalay out ng friendster at blog&lt;br /&gt;5) coffee adik&lt;br /&gt;6) sa totoo lang mabaet ako hahaha&lt;br /&gt;7) makakalimutin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU PLAN TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Eurotrip!&lt;br /&gt;2) have my own house&lt;br /&gt;3) earn millions&lt;br /&gt;4) mapa ayos ko bahay ni Lola sa Kabankalan&lt;br /&gt;5) sumexy!!!&lt;br /&gt;6) skydive, bunjee jumping (tama ba spelling ko?) after achieving #3&lt;br /&gt;7) Mapalaki ko ng desenti ang baby ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU CAN DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) sing&lt;br /&gt;2) design sa mga tshirt printing at invitation cards, sa blog ko.. sa fs.. wahehe&lt;br /&gt;3) sew&lt;br /&gt;4) play the piano, guitar, drums and flute.... basic nga lang..&lt;br /&gt;5) i can cook!!&lt;br /&gt;6) im good at organizing things&lt;br /&gt;7) im a choir conductress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU CAN'T DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) kill anybody.&lt;br /&gt;2) swim :(&lt;br /&gt;3) Do drugs.&lt;br /&gt;4) be mad at anyone for a whole day&lt;br /&gt;5) i can't breathe long .. aww.. asthmatic ako&lt;br /&gt;6) raise my eyebrows&lt;br /&gt;7) forget my birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEVEN THINGS THAT ATTRACT YOU TO THE OPPOSITE SEX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) mabango&lt;br /&gt;2) maappeal&lt;br /&gt;3) can play the guitar or any instrument&lt;br /&gt;4) good posture (mukang confident)&lt;br /&gt;5) magaling manamit.. kahit simpling damit pero carry nya..&lt;br /&gt;6)maysense of humor at me sense kausap&lt;br /&gt;7) gentleman na mejo bastos ahehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU SAY THE MOST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) ayteh!&lt;br /&gt;2) g*gu&lt;br /&gt;3) buing eh&lt;br /&gt;4) "ganun..hehe"&lt;br /&gt;5) hay naku!&lt;br /&gt;6) palagpat!&lt;br /&gt;7) hala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEVEN PEOPLE YOU WANT TO SEE TAKE THIS TEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) jk&lt;br /&gt;2) pakner&lt;br /&gt;3) mark&lt;br /&gt;4) jester&lt;br /&gt;5) krzylyn&lt;br /&gt;6) bentot!&lt;br /&gt;7) pwede ba 6 mons old baby? wahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-6332749298565708690?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/6332749298565708690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=6332749298565708690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/6332749298565708690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/6332749298565708690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2009/03/7thingstsurbey.html' title='7Things..Tsurbey'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-2743079269957468628</id><published>2009-03-28T22:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:06:13.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seek Me First</title><content type='html'>Hay paiba iba nga ang kulay ng buhay. Noon, gusto ko. Now, ayoko na. Ano ba talaga? I can't decide. O ayoko na tlagang magdesisyon kasi baka magsisi na nman ako. But life is decision makings. Huhuhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhumm every decision makings should be first consulted in prayers. Kasi nman si ako.. kung andito lang sa tabi ko ang Diyos matagal na akong binatukan na halos puro bukol na cguro ang ulo ko. Nauuna pa ang magdecide kesa sana eh iconsult ko muna sa Kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Seek ye first the kingdom of God and His righteousness and all these things shall be added unto you"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haayy simula ngkaisip ako memorize ko na to pero di ko nman magawa gawa ng kinakabuhay na talaga. Kung kelan lang maalala.. un lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry po Lord. Im praying na tulungan mo akong mas maging malapit sayo kahit sa anong bagay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so guilty and really bad for not telling the truth. My reason is, para ano pa? I don't want him to think that niloko ko sya (pero un din nman ung totoo)I just dont want that his ego will shatter. We ended up in a nice way. He's been so honest to me.  Nagkataon lang na nung time na mag oopen up ako, un din ang time na nag open up sya. i don't want him to feel sorry having me in his life. Kaya tumahimik na lang ako.It's better that it's left unsaid. dang.. im so sad.  Total, we will be breaking up rin nman. Arrgh.. but i can't deny the fact, i still have feelings for him. But our relationship is impossible by the way. Sya rin mismo nagsabi na .." alam mo yun, malayo". I'd been very faithful to him until i got drunk. Huhuhu.. haaayy Consequences nga nman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, a life, or decisions not base on God's plan.. is a disaster!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i thank God, that He's a forgiving father.. tinanggap pa rin nya ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just help me Lord. I am nothing without You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-2743079269957468628?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/2743079269957468628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=2743079269957468628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/2743079269957468628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/2743079269957468628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2009/03/seek-me-first.html' title='Seek Me First'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9731161.post-3073410265968488511</id><published>2009-03-27T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:10:22.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>I really have a bad day today.. why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. inatake ako ng asthma ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Gumawa ako ng invitation card ni Gaiel, natapos na and later on nakita mo mali ung spelling ng pangalan nya.. huhuhu.. dapat me "Gabriel Anthony" nasulat ko "Gabriel Athony" Wat a mess!!! Di ko na nman mauulit un.. ang mahal ng papel, sayang ung ink.. hehehe.. dahil girl scout ako noon.. tinabunan ko na lang.. Ganda rin nman wahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. kung kelan masama ung pakiramdam ko, dun nman nabisyo baby ko.. huhuhu.. haaayyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Nwala ung key sa kitchen!!! Ano ba yan... Bigla naglaho.. baka me mumu.. weeehhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww.. it's nice na gabi na.. i'll sleep and tomorrow is a new day.. hope and pray that it will the best day.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gudnyt pipol// ill sleep early para magpahinga at gumaling tong asthma ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9731161-3073410265968488511?l=close2yah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/feeds/3073410265968488511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9731161&amp;postID=3073410265968488511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/3073410265968488511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9731161/posts/default/3073410265968488511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://close2yah.blogspot.com/2009/03/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>♥ Gigi  ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09497722324387084401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qaM5YPbtVnQ/TVKgjsR6foI/AAAAAAAAArw/IkCsEvsR6wQ/s220/DSC00602.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
