<?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-13383492</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:06:09.114+08:00</updated><category term='Selling Items'/><category term='heart matters'/><category term='personalities'/><category term='music'/><title type='text'>A DonkeY's LiFe ...</title><subtitle type='html'>Life, rants, post-its, and happenings - both peculiar and typical. Please post your comments and i'd be very forever grateful to you.. ^,^</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-2694420089953027441</id><published>2008-03-26T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T20:34:29.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving out...</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!! Its been quite a while since I last posted in this site... This site still brings me a lot of memories since this was where I usually post during my blessed singleness... heheheh.. From now on tho', will be moving out and will officially be staying &lt;br /&gt;============================&lt;br /&gt;=====   &lt;a href="http://jonnpamie.multiply.com"&gt;HERE &lt;/a&gt;===============&lt;br /&gt;============  &amp; ============&lt;br /&gt;==  &lt;a href="http://pamietiu.multiply.com"&gt;HERE   &lt;/a&gt;=================&lt;br /&gt;============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for your constant patronage!! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-2694420089953027441?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/2694420089953027441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=2694420089953027441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/2694420089953027441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/2694420089953027441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2008/03/moving-out.html' title='Moving out...'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-1934147933113340810</id><published>2007-07-04T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T22:20:00.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart matters'/><title type='text'>on marriage</title><content type='html'>Recently, I've been pondering on the questions regarding the role of a wife in marriage and found some stuffs from my old treasure chest that i've written long ago.. Really really long ago.. (from a December 21, 2005 entry.. real old one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Let Me Be A Woman, p88&lt;br /&gt;1. You don't marry a man with the idea of complete renovation. But you marry somebody to whom you are willing to adjust. And not be like the lady in "My Fair Lady" who'll&lt;br /&gt; redecorate your home&lt;br /&gt; from the cellar to the dome&lt;br /&gt; and then go on to the enthralling fun&lt;br /&gt; of overhauling you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You are going to marry a husband, so you should treat him as such. He cannot be expected to perform duties of a brother or of a father. He stands in a relationship to you which is totally new and unique and it is going to require a measure of maturity for both of you to enter into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your husband is known fully only to God, and stands in a sense alone before Him. God said to Abraham: "Walk before Me and be thou perfect. Ultimately he is God man. He did not suggest that Abraham could walk before Sarah and be perfect. Ultimately he is God's man. He is free and you must always reverence this freedom. There are qustions you have no right to ask. Matters into which you must not probe, and secrets you must be content never to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When you decide to marry this particular sinner you have committed yourself to putting up with his particular sins even though you don't have a clear idea of what they will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Snoring is the sweetest music in the world, ask any widow. Husbands need our appreciation. A perspective of losing your husband even for a short while will bring you back into perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When times comes to be monotonous, and the spellbinding football leader/quarterback he used to be didn't shine anymore, your responsibility now is not merely to bat your eyelashes and tell him how wonderful he is, but to appreciate, genuinely and deeply, what he is, to support and encourage and draw out of him those qualities that you originally saw and admitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. For a man to call his wife "mommy" is a dead giveaway. The magic has gone out of the marriage. Is he her lover still, or has he become her little boy? is this relationship that is still growing toward maturity. Or is it regressing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-1934147933113340810?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/1934147933113340810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=1934147933113340810&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/1934147933113340810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/1934147933113340810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2007/07/on-marriage.html' title='on marriage'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-2835362902430057396</id><published>2007-06-27T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T10:39:41.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Burpday Greetings...</title><content type='html'>List of well wishers for my happee birthday... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday by fred C. All Rights Reserved 2007 - by Fred Cheung 9:20am 6/26/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. advance hape-b-day :-) will be bz tom. para di ko makalimutan :-) hope d Lord will bless u withgud health and a lifetym partner who will take good care of you. :-) - by Lilibeth 8:07pm 6/26/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hapi b-day. :-) - Lilibeth 8:58am 6/27/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy berfday hehe, 10min b4 12 - by Charles Fule 11:50pm 6/26/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei sis gmawnin! happy birthday! - by Cheanne 7:53am 6/27/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday! Have a great day ahead! - by Jet 7:51am 6/27/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a "CHEER" to wake you up. &lt;br /&gt;a "SMILE" to mark the day's beginning&lt;br /&gt;a "SONG" to lighten up your heart.&lt;br /&gt;a "PRAYER" to bless ur special day.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!  - by Lucy Asuncion 7:55am 6/27/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gud am! Pam, happy bday! - by Zennia 8:24am 6/27/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning uuuu and HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY u - by Stephen/Beancurd 8:59am 6/27/07&lt;br /&gt;How can I forget d bday of such a beautiful girl like you God bless you too hope u have a hapi day 2day uuuuuuu - by Stephen/Beancurd 9:20am 6/27/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hapi hapi birthday may ol ur prayers be answered. wishing u all the best always. lykwise same greetings to ur mami. - by Aunt Jenny 9:07am 6/27/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi pam! Hapi bdaY u- by Ken 10:06am 6/27/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy happy pamie! I wish dat u'll be able to collect good men &gt;_&lt; den afterwards select d 1 dat is right 4. Hehe be hapi always n njoy lyf! Hapi birthday - by Jackie 9:41am 6/27/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special prayer for u is the only gift i can share everyday. May ds mesage of care add joy 2 ur life! Happy Birthday to u and ur mom!! God bless you!! - Melba 10:22am 6/27/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm Greeting Calls from Cheanne w/ her bro singin happy bday on the background, Lilibeth and Jonathan Roque...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================================================&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your warm greetings!! You made my day shine! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-2835362902430057396?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/2835362902430057396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=2835362902430057396&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/2835362902430057396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/2835362902430057396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2007/06/burpday-greetings.html' title='...Burpday Greetings...'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-8281150942802529685</id><published>2007-06-19T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:55:58.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>不后悔的决定 - 明道 &amp; 祝钒刚</title><content type='html'>跟在你左右看每一个笑容 &lt;br /&gt;你像个小偷偷偷偷走我的梦 &lt;br /&gt;好久没有 &lt;br /&gt;这么幸运看见了爱 &lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU &lt;br /&gt;这不是秘密早握在我手心 &lt;br /&gt;加了点云加点甜蜜做成一道彩虹 &lt;br /&gt;看见你正在看着我 &lt;br /&gt;连时针分针都忘了转动 &lt;br /&gt;老天保佑 KEEP ON LOVING YOU &lt;br /&gt;拿一颗心一颗意深深爱你 &lt;br /&gt;就这样 KEEP ON LOVING YOU &lt;br /&gt;爱给了你给了我 &lt;br /&gt;一次深深不后悔的决定 &lt;br /&gt;你不得不信这一定是天意 &lt;br /&gt;在这茫茫人海竟然和你心电感应 &lt;br /&gt;看见你也正看着我 &lt;br /&gt;这多么不可思议的奇遇 &lt;br /&gt;老天保佑 KEEP ON LOVING YOU &lt;br /&gt;拿一颗心一颗意深深爱你 &lt;br /&gt;就这样KEEP ON LOVING YOU &lt;br /&gt;爱给了你给了我 &lt;br /&gt;一次深深不后悔的决定 &lt;br /&gt;只要转身我们可能错过那爱情 &lt;br /&gt;错过彼此相爱的运气 &lt;br /&gt;老天保佑我做你的angel &lt;br /&gt;一直在守护着那爱情 &lt;br /&gt;I'M LOVING YOU &lt;br /&gt;OH 天保佑 KEEP ON LOVING YOU &lt;br /&gt;OH 我爱你你爱我一次够不够 &lt;br /&gt;这样 KEEP ON LOVING YOU &lt;br /&gt;OH 就是你就是我 &lt;br /&gt;已深深的爱过就是你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ucasp.net/Song-82599.aspx" target="blank"&gt;ListenToMe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-8281150942802529685?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/8281150942802529685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=8281150942802529685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/8281150942802529685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/8281150942802529685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_2235.html' title='不后悔的决定 - 明道 &amp; 祝钒刚'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-3701393639623320813</id><published>2007-06-19T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:54:43.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>遗忘 - 明道 &amp; 黄玉荣</title><content type='html'>好不好 我想知道&lt;br /&gt;离开我以后 是否很幸福&lt;br /&gt;忘不了 又得不到&lt;br /&gt;这痛苦 又太清楚&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are U now 现在过的好不好&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home 等待你的回答&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say goodbye 等你回来&lt;br /&gt;突然的离开 叫我如何能释怀&lt;br /&gt;我会更勇敢 只要你回来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are U now 现在过的好不好&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home 等待你的回答&lt;br /&gt;where are U now 别再假装记不了&lt;br /&gt;我的好 被你通通都遗忘掉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are U now 现在的你好不好&lt;br /&gt;不重要 你已不再爱我&lt;br /&gt;where are U now 别再装作你忘了&lt;br /&gt;我的好 早就被你都遗忘掉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are U  took it away from me&lt;br /&gt;I will hold on for ever more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;别擦去 这最美好的过去&lt;br /&gt;我们相爱过的记忆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are U  took it away from me&lt;br /&gt;I will hold on for ever more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yy8844.cn/download/%7BD62593D3-B902-43F8-BB94-BE4F15B55F3C%7D.asp" target=blank&gt;ListenToMe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-3701393639623320813?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/3701393639623320813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=3701393639623320813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/3701393639623320813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/3701393639623320813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_19.html' title='遗忘 - 明道 &amp; 黄玉荣'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-9148715429125790228</id><published>2007-06-19T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T13:04:57.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>从头 - 明道 &amp; 黄玉荣 &amp; 祝钒刚</title><content type='html'>你是光 散发着能量 &lt;br /&gt;我是影子紧紧把你捆绑 &lt;br /&gt;我害怕 失去了方向 &lt;br /&gt;没有我你应该开心微笑 &lt;br /&gt;你爱我吗??只有天知道 &lt;br /&gt;再回不到那些美好时光 &lt;br /&gt;please don't go 你不再爱我 &lt;br /&gt;你忘记 曾给我的承诺 &lt;br /&gt;please don't go 什么都别说 &lt;br /&gt;空气里 只剩我一个难过 &lt;br /&gt;都忘掉 我对你的好 &lt;br /&gt;就像脑海里的那块橡皮擦 &lt;br /&gt;我清楚 什么叫幸福 &lt;br /&gt;就是看你慢慢把我忘掉 &lt;br /&gt;你爱我吗??只有天知道 &lt;br /&gt;再回不到那些美好时光 &lt;br /&gt;please don't go 你不再爱我 &lt;br /&gt;你忘记 曾给我的承诺 &lt;br /&gt;please don't go 什么都别说 &lt;br /&gt;空气里 只剩我一个难过 &lt;br /&gt;please 从头 好好的爱我 &lt;br /&gt;不可以 让一个人承受 &lt;br /&gt;please 从头 什么都别说 &lt;br /&gt;我愿意 重新的和你生活&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-9148715429125790228?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/9148715429125790228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=9148715429125790228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/9148715429125790228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/9148715429125790228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='从头 - 明道 &amp; 黄玉荣 &amp; 祝钒刚'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-7967191210529690386</id><published>2007-06-13T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T20:50:39.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Lessons in Life</title><content type='html'>By Regina Brett, The Plain Dealer, Cleveland , Ohio . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regina said, "To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me. It is the most-requested column I've ever written. My odometer rolls over to 50 this week, so here's an update": &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does. &lt;br /&gt;5. Pay off your credit cards every month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree. &lt;br /&gt;7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone. &lt;br /&gt;8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it. &lt;br /&gt;9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck. &lt;br /&gt;10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. It's OK to let your children see you cry. &lt;br /&gt;13. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Life is too short for long pity parties. Get busy living, or get busy dying. &lt;br /&gt;17. You can get through anything if you stay put in today. &lt;br /&gt;18. A writer writes. If you want to be a writer, write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, and wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Over-prepare, then go with the flow. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple. &lt;br /&gt;24. The most important sex organ is the brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words: "In five years, will this matter?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Always choose life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Forgive everyone everything. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What other people think of you is none of your business. &lt;br /&gt;30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Believe in miracles. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do. &lt;br /&gt;35. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young. &lt;br /&gt;37. Your children get only one childhood. Make it memorable. &lt;br /&gt;38. Read some good books. They cover every human emotion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now. &lt;br /&gt;42. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful. &lt;br /&gt;43. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved. &lt;br /&gt;44. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. The best is yet to come. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind. &lt;br /&gt;48. If you don't ask, you don't get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. Yield. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-7967191210529690386?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/7967191210529690386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=7967191210529690386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/7967191210529690386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/7967191210529690386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2007/06/50-lessons-in-life.html' title='50 Lessons in Life'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-206041520708441482</id><published>2007-06-13T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T20:10:29.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on Family.. (loving your Dysfunctional Family)</title><content type='html'>How to Be More Emotionally Present to Your Family &lt;br /&gt;No Matter How Busy You Are&lt;br /&gt;6 Steps to Enjoying Your True Wealth&lt;br /&gt;By Bo Sanchez&lt;br /&gt;                We were going to Hong Kong that day.&lt;br /&gt;I was going to preach for three days but had two extra days to be with my family.&lt;br /&gt;                 Picture us at the airport: My wife carrying our baby in her arms, my eldest son bouncing about like a rabbit and announcing to the whole world, “I’m going to Hong Kong Disneyland!” And the poor skinny father? Straining to push eight massive bags on a wobbly cart with a stubborn right wheel. (I’ve noticed that these deranged carts supernaturally end up with me wherever I go.)&lt;br /&gt;                 That was when we heard the crying.&lt;br /&gt;                 Correction. Not crying. But spine-chilling, lung-busting screaming.&lt;br /&gt;                 Two kids were holding onto their mother. They were separated by four-foot tall steel bars. But to those distraught children, those steel bars represented two years of being without their mother — the contract of a domestic helper in Hong Kong .&lt;br /&gt;                 Four small arms clutching, grabbing, not letting go. &lt;br /&gt;                 The whole world heard their pleading scream, “Mommy, please don’t go! Please don’t go!”&lt;br /&gt;                 I’ll never forget the mother’s pained, tortured face — as though a knife was ripping through her body.&lt;br /&gt;                 My wife cried openly.&lt;br /&gt;                 I wept inside and held onto my kids more closely.&lt;br /&gt;                 That was two days ago. &lt;br /&gt;                 Yesterday, the story continued…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those Small Arms Continue to Reach Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Yesterday was Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;                 And I walked around Central.&lt;br /&gt;                 If you don’t know Hong Kong, Central is where thousands upon thousands of Filipina Domestic Helpers congregate. They sit on sidewalks. They sit on overpasses. They sit by storefronts. &lt;br /&gt;                 I walked passed one woman who was reading a handwritten letter.&lt;br /&gt;                 The handwriting was obviously a child’s penmanship.&lt;br /&gt;                  I walked passed another listening to a little cassette player — not to listen to music — but to a voice of a kid telling stories.&lt;br /&gt;                  But what broke my heart was the news given to me by Shirley, the head of one organization that tries to help them get financial education. I was shocked by what she said. “Brother Bo, out of our 700 members who are married, 80% are already separated from their husbands.”&lt;br /&gt;                  Families aren’t designed for prolonged separation.&lt;br /&gt;                  They’re not just made for that.&lt;br /&gt;                  We’re supposed to spend time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Steps to Spending More Time with Your Family &lt;br /&gt;No Matter How Busy You Are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 “Bo, why are you telling me this? I’m not in Hong Kong . I’m living with my family under one roof.”&lt;br /&gt;                 Listen. Yes, you’re not in Hong Kong . &lt;br /&gt;                 But if you don’t have time for your family — and your heart is not focused on them — you might as well be in another country.&lt;br /&gt;                 You could be physically present — but are you emotionally present as well?&lt;br /&gt;                 Let me share with you five important steps you could take to become more emotionally present with them…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step #1: Be Close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 I’m still in Hong Kong as I write this piece.&lt;br /&gt;                 It’s five in the morning as I type this article in bed.&lt;br /&gt;                 And my little family is literally around me because we’re all sleeping on one bed. Yes, we’ve become one mass jumble of intertwined humanity — our limbs, legs and arms crisscrossing each other.&lt;br /&gt;                 And that’s when I realize — gosh, I don’t know how blessed I am.&lt;br /&gt;                 Why?&lt;br /&gt;                 Here I am with my family. I feel their skin. I smell their scents. We’re so close, I feel their breath.&lt;br /&gt;                 And yet I’m surrounded by 148,000 domestic helpers here in Hong Kong that have been away from their families for months, for years, for decades. And for those who’ve separated — forever.&lt;br /&gt;                 Let me say it again: We don’t know how blessed we are.&lt;br /&gt;                 We complain that our families are nutty. &lt;br /&gt;                 But we don’t understanding how blessed we are to have them close enough to experience their nuttiness. &lt;br /&gt;                 We complain about our petty quarrels, our cold wars, our dysfunctionality.&lt;br /&gt;                 But whose family isn’t dysfunctional? &lt;br /&gt;                 I’ve talked to some people here in Hong Kong who would give anything to be with their families again — even for just one day of nuttiness.&lt;br /&gt;                 The first step is to be more emotionally present to your family is to actually be physically present to them. Be close!&lt;br /&gt;                 You need to know how precious your family is — and treat them that way.&lt;br /&gt;                 You need to see them as your true wealth — that nothing is more precious than your relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step #2: Be Deliberate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Because you need to protect this treasure or they get stolen from you.&lt;br /&gt;                 No matter how busy I am, I schedule a weekly romantic date with my spouse.&lt;br /&gt;                 Yes, I actually write it down in my appointment book and treat it like a meeting with the President of the Philippines . These weekly nights are blocked off for the entire year. Nothing can touch it, except some dire emergency.&lt;br /&gt;                 Why? Because if my marriage fails, everything else stands to fail as well: My ministry, my businesses, my soul… So it is an emergency that I bring her out every week.&lt;br /&gt;                 I also schedule a weekly date with my kids.&lt;br /&gt;                 I believe parents need to do these one-on-one dates with each of their kids. Unless of course you’ve got 18 children and may need to bring them out by two’s or three’s.&lt;br /&gt;                 Sometimes my son and I just walk around the village and talk. &lt;br /&gt;                 It doesn’t have to be big. But swapping stories and opening our hearts to one another on a consistent basis is already very big to them. It means they matter to you — that you value them — and you’ll see their self-esteem grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step #3: Be Expressive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 I tell my wife “I love you” seven times a day.&lt;br /&gt;                 I hug my kids countless of times a day.&lt;br /&gt;                At night, I tell my kids, “I’m so proud you’re my son. I’m so proud I’m your Daddy. You’re a genius. You’re a loving boy. You’re an incredibly gifted young man…”&lt;br /&gt;                 This is true. I have met 40-year olds who long to hear these words from their parents — “I’m proud of you,” and feel an empty space — like a gaping wound in their souls because their parents have never told them this.&lt;br /&gt;                  Don’t do that to your kids.&lt;br /&gt;                  And before I forget: Praise your kids seven times a day.&lt;br /&gt;                  And praise your spouse seven times a day.&lt;br /&gt;                  I’m not kidding. It will revolutionize your marriage.&lt;br /&gt;                  If I say, “Criticize your spouse seven times a day,” I bet you’d say, “Kaunti naman. I do that already.” But that’s the problem. We don’t realize that when we criticize our spouses, we actually destroy our marriage bit by bit — not just our spouses.&lt;br /&gt;                  But when you praise and honor your spouse — you build up your marriage.&lt;br /&gt;                  It can be very simple stuff:&lt;br /&gt;                  Ang sarap ng luto mo ngayon, Hon.&lt;br /&gt;                  I thank God He gave you to me.&lt;br /&gt;                  You’re so hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;                  I love it when I see you play with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;                  You know how to make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;                  Ganda mo ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;                  Keep on doing this and you’ll see changes in your life and your marriage you thought were not possible.&lt;br /&gt;                  Let me say it again: Praise your spouse — and your children — seven times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step #4: Be Deep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Your weekly dates shouldn’t just be watching movies, eating out and going home.&lt;br /&gt;                 Talk deep.&lt;br /&gt;                 Talk about your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;                 Enter into each other’s worlds. Dive into each other’s dreams, hurts, desires, worries, hopes and burdens.&lt;br /&gt;                 When you open yourself up to your spouse or your child, there are more chances for the other person to open up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step #5: Be Simple &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Yesterday afternoon, I preached to 700 people in Hong Kong . &lt;br /&gt;                 I usually give my talks for 45 minutes. That’s been my trademark. &lt;br /&gt;                 But yesterday, I gave a solid two-hour talk. Vein-popping, heart-pounding, passion-driven talk — because I had a burden in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;                 Because I preached on Financial Literacy.&lt;br /&gt;                 I challenged them, “Raise your financial I.Q.!”&lt;br /&gt;                 I scolded them, “When you left the Philippines , you told your kids, ‘Anak, two years of separation lang ‘to. After two years, Mommy will have saved enough and will go home and we’ll be together again.’ But after two years, you go home and you haven’t saved. Because you repainted the house. Because there’s a new TV set in the living room and a new gas range in the kitchen. Because the kids have new designer rubber shoes.&lt;br /&gt;                 I taught them how to live simply and ruthlessly save 20% of their income.&lt;br /&gt;                 Because unless they do this, they will be forever trapped in Hong Kong .&lt;br /&gt;                 Look at your life.&lt;br /&gt;                 Are you living simply?&lt;br /&gt;                 Are you saving 20% of your income?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step #6: Be Financially Intelligent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 I also taught them where to invest. &lt;br /&gt;                 I told them, “It’s not enough to just save. You need to know where to put your money. Because savings accounts at 1% and time deposits at 5% won’t do. Inflation — which is at 7% — will simply eat them up.” &lt;br /&gt;                So I taught them about mutual funds and other investment vehicles, including the ability to sell something and get into business.&lt;br /&gt;                Here’s the truth: The more you know about money, the less time you need to make money. So the more time you have for your family.&lt;br /&gt;                Actually, a time should come when you don’t need to make money. Instead, you let money make money. And that requires financial intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;                Read. Attend seminars. Look for mentors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               After giving my talk, I took a deep breath and told my audience in Hong Kong , “When you follow these principles and have saved enough — please go home. Please go home to your children.”&lt;br /&gt;               I made a lot of people cry that day.&lt;br /&gt;               I’m telling you the same thing. &lt;br /&gt;               Oh yes, you may be living with your family in one house, but it’s possible that your heart is so far away from your spouse and kids — and they are far away from you as well.&lt;br /&gt;               You need to let your heart go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Go home my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Your heart belongs there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-206041520708441482?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/206041520708441482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=206041520708441482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/206041520708441482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/206041520708441482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2007/06/on-family-loving-your-dysfunctional.html' title='on Family.. (loving your Dysfunctional Family)'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-5533133200905696283</id><published>2007-06-12T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T23:16:28.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaning Hard on God</title><content type='html'>When facing the uncertain tomorrow, and when all else is against you, you have no one to turn to, not even one. Coz those meaning to help you can't provide you with the strength that you need, neither can they bring any hope. Putting your hope in the strength of others is also futile. In these moments, all i could do is play songs and keep a brave face all day long. Assuring myself that all is well. &lt;br /&gt;   Thank God that He is still there for me. When things go not too well, He is just there, telling me that He knows what I feel, coz he also became human.&lt;br /&gt;   Here is another peek of my entry in my morning devotion... Streams Sept 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Child of My love, lean hard, And let me feel the pressure of your care;&lt;br /&gt;   I know your burden, child, I shaped it;&lt;br /&gt;   Balanced it in Mine own hand; made no proportion&lt;br /&gt;   In its weight to your unaided strength,&lt;br /&gt;   For even as I laid it on, I said,&lt;br /&gt;   "I will be near, and while she leans on Me,&lt;br /&gt;   This burden will be Mine, not hers;&lt;br /&gt;   So will I keep My child within the circling arms of My own love."&lt;br /&gt;   Here lay it down, nor fear&lt;br /&gt;   To impose it on a shoulder that upholds the government of worlds.&lt;br /&gt;   Yet closer come;&lt;br /&gt;   You are not near enough. I would embrace your care;&lt;br /&gt;   So I might feel My child reclining on My breast.&lt;br /&gt;   You loved Me. I know. So then do not doubt;&lt;br /&gt;   But loving me, LEAN HARD."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   One could only learn to appreciate these words when one is in deep trouble. Otherwise, these words will only be taken in passing, without any thought. Praise God that He constantly gives us grace to sustain us in our current situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-5533133200905696283?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/5533133200905696283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=5533133200905696283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/5533133200905696283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/5533133200905696283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2007/06/leaning-hard-on-god.html' title='Leaning Hard on God'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-1646792877452685806</id><published>2007-06-10T12:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T12:53:00.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When God shouts...</title><content type='html'>Longest time since I last blogged something coz I usually write down thoughts in a journal, far from prying eyes. But these things that happen are just too good not to blog.. So hopefully will take a time out of ur eyelids and may the pixie dust not be spread over your eyes while reading.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny when you ask God for something, He always, always answers back in riddle format, or some obscure language that we can't understand? Well just yesterday, while i was feeling the blues, I asked God to actually shout His will at me. Coz I'm the person whose a &lt;strike&gt;bit&lt;/strike&gt; deaf and blind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To excuse you guys from the boredom of these all, i just wanna share the devotion I had a while ago, coz yesterday I was really feeling bluer than blue and downcast than the clouded sky. I felt like I was suffocating from the air inside that I needed to breathe... so I went out yesterday, purposely to buy some tennis balls (but the store was closed due to lunch time) and at the same time to get some outside air and rethink all that has been happening... Everything seems to be so fast paced now. With 3 years into isolation and constant cry to God "Why? Why don't you want to paint that part of my life?" and i became so accustomed to work and the sobreity of life, when suddenly, God decides to haul you off and cast of some fellow characters for you to decide. And then comes the part where I fear most, the part where things seem to go against the tide and became the whole entire reason I decided to back out from the game in the first place. But i feel that God wants me not to escape this chance once again. He wants me to learn from this time around. And lessons. Yes there were lessons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First would be: don't put your heart at stake. Keep everything paced (That would be easy to say, hard to comply, harder to do)&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, you don't choose, or you loose. Give God the right to choose and whatever the outcome maybe, rest assured that He meant best for you.&lt;br /&gt;Third, learning to submit. That of course goes well with the second lesson. Coz if you voice out your opinions, you will never, ever learn to submit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, my morning devotion coincides with the lesson that I should learn, coinciding with the devotional I have read today, is exactly the pastor's message today... so what more do i need to hear God's voice? I find God genuinely humorous as I heard the songs sang "Faithful Father" and "Olives that had known no pressure"... those of which were the songs I actually came through a while ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sermon awhile ago was on Joseph and how God molded him to be Egypt's finest governor. It was not in his household where Jacob's love abound that God perfected Joseph, but it was 10years serving under Potiphar and 3 more years in prison, where his good deeds were forgotten and where he was unjustly accused of doing. For in All things. All things, God works for the good of those who love him. Who were called According to his purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well look how similar it is to my morning read from Streams in the Desert Sept 10 entry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 138:8 "The Lord will fulfill his purpose for me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When a person who suffers reaches a point where he can be calm and carefree, inwardly smiling at his own suffering, and no longer asking God to be delivered from it, then the suffering has accomplished its blesses ministry, perseverance has "finished its work" and the pain of the Crucifixion has begun to weave itself into a crown.&lt;br /&gt;  It is in this condition, our entire being lies perfectily still under the hand of God, every power and ability of the mind, will, and heart are at last submissive; a quiteness of eternity settles into the entire soul; and finally, the mouth becomes quiet, having only a few words to say, and stops crying out the words Christ quoted on the cross "My God, my god, why have you forsaken me?"&lt;br /&gt;  At this point the person stops imagining castles in the sky, and pursuing foolish ideas, and his reasoning becomes calm and relaxed, with all choices removed, becasuse the only choice has now become the purpose of God. Also, his emotions are weaned away from other people and things, becoming deadened so that nothing can hurt, offend, hinder, or get in his way. He can now let the circumstances be what they may, and continue to seek only God and His will, with the calm assurance that He is causing everything int eh universe, whether good or bad, past or present, to work "for the good of those who love him" (Rom 8:28)&lt;br /&gt;  The main thing is to suffer without becoming discouraged. Fracois Fenelon&lt;br /&gt;      The heart that serves, and loves, and clings,&lt;br /&gt;      Hears everywhere the rush of angel wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, doesn't that prove that God still shouts when we ask for it? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-1646792877452685806?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/1646792877452685806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=1646792877452685806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/1646792877452685806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/1646792877452685806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-god-shouts.html' title='When God shouts...'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-908544146550354599</id><published>2007-01-24T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T23:59:52.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A great (guffaw) year 2007 piggie start!!</title><content type='html'>Its already 2007 and its not that I'm lazy to post (well, that's 70% lazy) and 30% unknown of why I haven't started anything with my stagnant, stinking blog.. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, i am glad to announce that.... I have a new boyfriend!! and He's called the fire piggie!!! He has lots of presents for me in the new year!!! just imagine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from an ironic thing that a pastor whose a long time employee did to us, the piggie has a lot on his snout for us this year. That includes a visit or two to our favorite white washed buildings (Metro and Makati Med) and a big shock of reality that my mom has cancer and I'm born as a Cancer too!! Cool news huh? :) And to spice things up, you will know that your dad is too old not when his head is grey and white, but its when his bladder goes too slow and his elastic band is stretched too much and his bp shots up to 190.. thats what we call dangerous driving... Inspite of these... still insists that he's alright and doesn't want to admit himself to the hospital... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspite of these, with all the hospital bills, duck bills and lotsa bills piling high, 2007 fire piggie just doesn't want to let us up... no sales, not even a sales girl... wheck... and lets our new car be "baptized" with a new makeup!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder what next week will bring... the saying that one day at a time is much too "exciting" for me.. maybe tomorrow I'll have a new husband and you might not even know it!!! maybe a grandkid as well!!! things are too fastforwarding themselves... hahahhaah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful boyfriend he is isn't it kids??? Don't even care if my english is taglish or japlish anymore.. just typish my thinkish awayish... hahahha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mrs fire piggie will want to extend her greatest and sincerest gratitude to all the people who helped this newly wed piggie during her most exciting moments... The donkey is now a piggiee!!! hehehe!!  NOT!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-908544146550354599?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/908544146550354599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=908544146550354599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/908544146550354599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/908544146550354599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2007/01/great-guffaw-year-2007-piggie-start.html' title='A great (guffaw) year 2007 piggie start!!'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-8664454431823347322</id><published>2006-12-19T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T23:21:05.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Inggo!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello all!! this is a really long overdue blog... To all my fans out there who have been watching super inggo with me.. here are the pics.. ehehehe!!! (naks tlga!!) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PDI6gtezXic/RYgByhgWeTI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fZzfjQeVegY/s1600-h/IMG_1872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PDI6gtezXic/RYgByhgWeTI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fZzfjQeVegY/s320/IMG_1872.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010256552948824370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.tinypic.com/2iihct2.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.tinypic.com/4d52jox.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.tinypic.com/4h1d36e.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.tinypic.com/2rx9llk.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.tinypic.com/40agt44.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still to be updated... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-8664454431823347322?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/8664454431823347322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=8664454431823347322&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/8664454431823347322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/8664454431823347322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/12/super-inggo.html' title='Super Inggo!!!'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PDI6gtezXic/RYgByhgWeTI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fZzfjQeVegY/s72-c/IMG_1872.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-6436417179386616480</id><published>2006-12-08T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T00:39:14.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalities'/><title type='text'>Wonderful Person #1: Sis. Jackie</title><content type='html'>Christmas came in early, coz I suddenly had the urge to be thankful for the people whom I feel so grateful to have met. One of the few lists I might start so that I can have a blog of a person I'm grateful for everyday this Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I might wanna start with a wonderful friend: Sister Jackie. I felt all sore and down when I got home today and really irritated at my own world because of my cowardliness to complain. (And I was claiming to be a valedictorian to it to Cheanne P this morning)! I really suck at that department. Because of that, majority of my prints were distorted or cut off (But that's another story) I didn't really wanna go to church but because of an obligation, and an over-religious dad and excited brother, I dragged my feet along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope she's not a nun, and no she's not related to me. I just became acquainted to her when she and her hubby bought appliances from us. Before, I was impressed by her coz she makes really interesting testimonies about her life. I was awed and really wanted to know more about her but alas, my shyness always preempts my will so I stayed silent. If not for my brother's consistent urge to sit beside her (during church meets, becoz she usually sits at the back), I wouldn't have known her better. I was afraid that she'd grow bored with me coz I am a person of few words and she really has lots of interesting insights on the Bible and life, while I am a plain simple girl. Thank God, even if I thought I knew her, she never fails to amaze me with her testimonies. Testimonies about her life, about how a relative wouldn't want to do anything with her, and even abandoned her and her family, how she strove in her life, how she supported her siblings in school, how God helped her through it all and even upto now, how God helps her with her hubby and mother. And even then, when that relative became sick and had no one to turn to, she provided the means for the medication and forgave that person. Tonight however, she shared with us how God had been faithful to her and took care of her mom (because her mom had a cyst and her red blood cells were below normal = 60/120, plus, all her savings for herself would now go down the drain for her mom's operation and medication, of course she couldn't tell her hubby about it coz she didn't want to be a burden to him). After a really heart wrenching and troubled prayer, God moved her to call up a doctor whom she knew. Luckily, the doctor was still available (coz we all know that doctors are almost unavailable in the afternoons) and her mom was immediately scheduled for operation that same day. (She was petrified coz she didn't expect the procedure to go that fast, and where would she steal money for the operation?) She waited and waited fearfully (not only for her mom, but also for the bill to come out) for the doctor to give word on the doctor's fee but the doctor wouldn't say anything. Finally, when she asked the doctor's secretary for the bill, she was surprised coz there was no doctor's fee! And the entire procedure cost just as her final savings amounted to. Plus there was a 500 peso leftover enough for a taxi ride for her mom to go home. (Her mom was an out-patient) Thank God for that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This testimony doesn't seem so interesting in text format (coz I'm not a really good story teller) but I guess its in the person. Once you get to meet her and really know her, It means a lot. And for that I'm thankful for. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-6436417179386616480?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/6436417179386616480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=6436417179386616480&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/6436417179386616480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/6436417179386616480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/12/wonderful-person-1-sis-jackie.html' title='Wonderful Person #1: Sis. Jackie'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-2610525631497808834</id><published>2006-12-01T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T09:28:31.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selling Items'/><title type='text'>Havaianas up for sale!!!</title><content type='html'>hello all...&lt;br /&gt;Great news for all of you and bad news for me. I have became a victim of what you so call "Christmas rush" peril. You see, I have been busy... busy shopping that is.. When i saw the long line at Havaiannas "All Flip Flops" store in Glorietta, I immediately rushed in the line and started buying.. (panic buying) that is, that i ended up with this pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i14.tinypic.com/434vzex.jpg"&gt;01&lt;img src="http://i14.tinypic.com/434vzex.jpg" width=350 height=263 title="metallic havaianas"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P1100... that's 95 bucks off the original price.. Worn only once.. Original box and tags still here.. Would anyone be the kind owner of my beloved highs? Its written that its size 38 (I'm a size 8.5 by the way..) Email me at &lt;a href="mailto:eileenpamela@yahoo.com"&gt;eileenpamela@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; if you're interested. Favorable pick up areas would be Binondo or Makati (In short, I wouldn't be able to go if its really somewhere else. I'm a Klutz when it comes to commuting to other places.. =( )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-2610525631497808834?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/2610525631497808834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=2610525631497808834&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/2610525631497808834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/2610525631497808834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/12/havaianas-up-for-sale.html' title='Havaianas up for sale!!!'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i14.tinypic.com/434vzex_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-116089678564107360</id><published>2006-10-15T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:29:59.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ReCenT YM ViRuS AttaCk!</title><content type='html'>Hello dear friends... have been a long time since i last blogged.. these maybe due to the following reasons... A)my computer is infested with a bug. B)had been out of town. C)had been busy watching a tv series.. me want ming dao!!! wheeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, back to business... to all those who had been infected by a Virus... (a little info on the virus -- it will automatically send messages to all ur buddy list in ym to go to a site that will infect their computer and do horrible stuffs. Like disabling Task Manager and Regedit and will set ur browser to the virus site) and it will also do some of those unwanted window shaking stuffs... grrrr... In addition, it will create junk status in your YM..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck yea.. it was started by my lovable brother... this is what you should do..&lt;br /&gt;1. download &lt;a href="http://www.lavasoftusa.com/"&gt;ad-aware&lt;/a&gt; antivirus program : of course install it&lt;br /&gt;2. if you want to be safer, you can also download &lt;a href="http://www.safer-networking.org/"&gt;spybot&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.noadware.net/noadware.exe"&gt;noadware&lt;/a&gt; - these are but optional. I didn't do any of these&lt;br /&gt;3. Reboot and press F8 to enter Safe mode and manually DELETE from C:\Windows\ the following:&lt;br /&gt;   a) svhost.exe &lt;br /&gt;   b) svhost32.exe &lt;br /&gt;   c) unwise32.exe - didn't actually see this&lt;br /&gt;   d) HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINES got rid of run svchost -  and this&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: if you don't go to SAFE MODE, it won't allow you to delete those files... :(&lt;br /&gt;4. Your computer should be clean of those virus by now but you still want to clean your YM from the junk status... just download &lt;a href="http://www.wackyb.co.nz/option,com_remository/Itemid,3894/func,fileinfo/id,5/"&gt;YM_Cleaner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-116089678564107360?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/116089678564107360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=116089678564107360&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/116089678564107360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/116089678564107360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/10/recent-ym-virus-attack.html' title='ReCenT YM ViRuS AttaCk!'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-115613497155961334</id><published>2006-08-21T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T12:36:11.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What was i up to these past few?</title><content type='html'>Well for starters, our home just had two little visitors for keeps who'se name just coincides with favorite foods in Wayying.... guess em guess em!! hehehe!! Two little headstrong girlies who are intent on biting my fingers off and making a mess everywhere they go... But looking at them just eases out the tiredness i get from everyday stress (specially during the past few weeks...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6544/1173/320/IMG_8864.jpg" border="0" alt="first dayers..."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6544/1173/320/IMG_8886.jpg" border="0" alt="little tramps..."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for other news... will not be able to update this blog for a while due to work related stress.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried out Razon's ever famous halo halo!? Well you should! Because it will just make you wonder how leche flan and sweetened saba will make halo halo superrr!! And still trying to decode that secret ingredient to make it like that.. I guess its the milk that's the secret ingredient.. An interesting thing happened though.. after the two ladies finished eating their meal, a girl suddenly rushed out of the kitchen and started eating in front of me. Then the waiters started to make slapstick jokes like "Ma'am, iced tea pa po?" or "Ma'am tissue po?" And the lady, i figured out, was maybe Mrs Razon or sumthing.. And because i was the silent type, I tried to engage her into a conversation: a very lame one: "Hi! Dahan dahan lang po baka mabulunan or sumthing.." and she smiled in her hectic way and said that it was her breakfast lunch and dinner rolled into one.. (and i was thinking how she got that killer figure... yet eating so much!) oh well... and then after more silence and more of her eating... I finally said that it was my first time to eat here and it was really fabulous halo halo and said it was sad that there was no branch in makati.. But whoa and behhold... she revealed that they are going to open real soon a Greenbelt branch!! whoopie!! a razon nearer at work!! now.. i just need to figure out when i could go out.. hehehe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next target would be Pizza Hut's Cheezy Volcano... wish me luck!! hehehe!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-115613497155961334?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/115613497155961334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=115613497155961334&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115613497155961334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115613497155961334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-was-i-up-to-these-past-few.html' title='What was i up to these past few?'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-115466306820606020</id><published>2006-08-04T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T11:44:28.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweepstakes!!</title><content type='html'>PHIL. CHARITY FOUNDATION' inform that ur CELPHONE#. Had won'(800,000.00) during our 50th aniversary. Txt ur NAME, AGE&amp;ADDS. 4mre. Info! CALL NOW! Atty. REY T. OSMEÑA&lt;br /&gt;+639215826753&lt;br /&gt;If i had indeed won that prize (with no strings attached), without my head chopped off, then I would spend some and go to Boracay!! unfortunately, in my entire life, I only have heard of the bliss and gorgeousness of it.. but its rainy season, so better save it up again until next summer i gues, until i find someone to go with me.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;on other news...&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to me! Coz I have reached my 800th mark in some forum in just 2 weeks!! Funny coz I was thinking the past few weeks on being active for a while coz I was stagnant on the 600th mark.. Luckily, there's this person who'se taken at least some pain from his time to post right back (that's to keep my enthusiasm up). But then again, my laziness strikes back much harder... ^^&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;still on other news... (its just my mind.. its nothing new.. really... ^^)&lt;br /&gt;one becomes more appreciative of life more once they realize that they are at their end... People try to unattach themselves from their "busy" routines (that they call life) and try to do something memorable. Sometimes, it is much easier when people around you know that you're at your end coz they understand and give you all the freedom you want. Free from daily burdens and routines. But when one is still living, he is expected to do the daily routines without qualms coz its his lot. Thus the brutal cycle goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now am back to my deadline.. hopefully to finish and furnished by next week.. God help me.. ehhehe.. else i'm dead?? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-115466306820606020?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/115466306820606020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=115466306820606020&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115466306820606020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115466306820606020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/08/sweepstakes.html' title='sweepstakes!!'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-115435397779239208</id><published>2006-07-31T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:52:57.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laff out loud</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i saw &lt;strike&gt;(well i thought i saw)&lt;/strike&gt; that someone who i'll not mention for now but whom i prefer not to meet. But when i looked again, (thank goodness he was someone else!) he looked like an olden version and i just bursted out laughing out loud coz before i thought him cute and all. But now seeing his grayed version, i'll happily hand him to his unlucky partner ^(",)^ evil smiley... The best way to forget/hate/abhorrrrrr someone??? Imagine what they'll look like when they're gray and old and all wrinkly.... a sharpei's far too cuter though... =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-115435397779239208?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/115435397779239208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=115435397779239208&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115435397779239208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115435397779239208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/07/laff-out-loud.html' title='laff out loud'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-115331513117397680</id><published>2006-07-19T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T21:18:51.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reviewing my childish years</title><content type='html'>I wasn't feeling all that good today... Specially my throbbing head and I still can't think of a darned design.. hehee... so I resorted to reading past slum books and diaries.. and found out... and found out... &lt;br /&gt;1. that I was really trying to sound grown up all that time... and its just sooooo.... (can't find the word) (^^) imagine me using the word "angered". i.e. I was angered this morning because of my bro....&lt;br /&gt;2. that high school slumbooks are plain boring.... almost 90% of the dedication page starts with "Thank you for the space..." wla tlga sila masabi kaya nagthathank you sila sa space... that was pretty hilarious!! (",)&lt;br /&gt;3. so the same way how students copy and paste their answers in testpapers, they also do that in slumbooks!! Most of their favorite Bible verses were: "Trust in the Lord with all your heart..." coz we studied in a Christian school... hehehe!! Same goes for the motto and for some dedications.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what my childish years' worries were all about... so simple yet so profound, coz lots of hours could just be spent scribbling in those papers (simple joys).  Ohhh myyyyy.... (@.@)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-115331513117397680?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/115331513117397680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=115331513117397680&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115331513117397680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115331513117397680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/07/reviewing-my-childish-years.html' title='reviewing my childish years'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-115314535270530206</id><published>2006-07-17T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:45:20.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney's High School Musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7051/454/1600/HighSchoolMusical.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" height = "300" width = "360"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one feel good movie. One can't help but sing along with the kids here... Specially loved Gabriella's voice!! Not only have i spent sleepless nights downloading the songs with my crappy phone line connection, I just found out the next day that my officemate's kid has a cd of it!! waaa!! weeelll... at least i can listen it to it to my heart's content coz its in my trusty fone now!! yehey!!! ^^ "We're soarin!!! Flyin!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-115314535270530206?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/115314535270530206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=115314535270530206&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115314535270530206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115314535270530206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/07/disneys-high-school-musical.html' title='Disney&apos;s High School Musical'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-115245164007635919</id><published>2006-07-09T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T21:27:20.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner Peace</title><content type='html'>For the past three or four days, questions inside me that were settled before once again resurfaced, and the nagging feeling inside me that I tamed before seem to rebel again, now with more urgency. Reading previous self help books didn't help me from further being depressed about life. Maybe its just the mood swings, or maybe my visitor is knocking at my door already... Fortunately this morning, I felt settled within me and answers I had gathered before seemed good enough for the time being.. Hopefully those answers will serve their purpose longer before i get hit with another wave of depressing issues... heeeheee... One thing's for sure, and that's the past, coz its unchangeable, if God has managed to be faithful before, that's the only pillar i can lean on right now, coz the future is unknown, thus i have the present and that's the only time I have control over my life with... I really need a vacation.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting issue to note: &lt;a href="http://newsinfo.inq7.net/inquirerheadlines/nation/view_article.php?article_id=8823"&gt;Swiss&lt;/a&gt; marriages are becoming a phenomenon in Bolinao, Pangasinan. And here i thought its that difficult to find a suitable mate! But in the town, daughters of peasant families are being introduced to Swiss men and get to live in Switzerland. They in turn strive for money and provide livelihood for their waiting families here in the Philippines. Now i cannot say for sure if their lives there are just like domestic helpers/sex objects or really loved wives. We cannot say for sure for our destiny is always like a blur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-115245164007635919?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/115245164007635919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=115245164007635919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115245164007635919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115245164007635919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/07/inner-peace.html' title='&lt;strike&gt;Inner&lt;/strike&gt; Peace'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-115242682659956542</id><published>2006-07-09T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T14:33:46.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Most Girl's Wish</title><content type='html'>Leave her cute text messages.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss her in front of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;Trust her over everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Tell her she looks beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Look her in the eye when you talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;Tell her stupid jokes to make her laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Let her mess with your hair.&lt;br /&gt;Mess with HER hair.&lt;br /&gt;Just walk around with her.&lt;br /&gt;Include her in most things you do.&lt;br /&gt;When she cries do whatever to make her smile.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive her for her mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Look at her like she's the only girl you see.&lt;br /&gt;Tickle her even if she says stop.&lt;br /&gt;Hold her hand even when you are around your friends.&lt;br /&gt;When she starts swearing at you tell her you love her.&lt;br /&gt;Let her fall asleep in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;Get her mad, then kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;Tease her and let her tease you back.&lt;br /&gt;Stay up with her all night when she's sick.&lt;br /&gt;Watch her favorite movie.&lt;br /&gt;KiSS HER FOREHEAD.&lt;br /&gt;Give her the world.&lt;br /&gt;WRiTE HER LETTERS.&lt;br /&gt;Let her wear your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;When she's sad, hang out with her.&lt;br /&gt;Let her know she is important.&lt;br /&gt;Let her take all the photos of you whenever she wants.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss her in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;And when you fall in love with her, tell her.&lt;br /&gt;And when you do tell her.. Love her like you never loved before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-115242682659956542?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/115242682659956542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=115242682659956542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115242682659956542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115242682659956542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/07/every-most-girls-wish.html' title='&lt;strike&gt;Every&lt;/strike&gt; Most Girl&apos;s Wish'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-115224379110119350</id><published>2006-07-07T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T11:43:11.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cosmic play</title><content type='html'>There had been times when I think that the universe is playing a big game with me. In the span of a short while, I've been presented with great opportunities, great people, wonderful ones. But here's the catch: I cannot stretch out my hand and grab hold of anything at all. If I do, I know the consequences and it will be worse than when I first started. I guess that's life. One has to live with it. Beautiful things are a sight to see and behold, not to get and play with. You are allowed to see it from a distance, disect it, marvel, scrutinize it, investigate it like a precious china. But that's that. No crossing of the yellow line...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-115224379110119350?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/115224379110119350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=115224379110119350&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115224379110119350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115224379110119350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/07/cosmic-play.html' title='cosmic play'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-115210965470710749</id><published>2006-07-05T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T22:48:56.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the pig unleashed... erm... happy 30th!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm just sipping my uber bitter Abs bitter tea after our pigging out round from spirals. Unfortunately for those reading this post (and who've i've promised pictures...) there are no pictures of food within this blog, coz looks like people are &lt;strike&gt;quite&lt;/strike&gt; famished and ohhh!! there's no time to take pictures!! (quite the classic excuse) hehehe!! i wasn't able to keep this surprise a secret from my parents for fear that they wouldn't be able to come tonight with us.. yessss.... i'm not tactful enough to invent excuses.. (coz i was a good girl before.. even upto now not to make up my own excuse letters) hahaha!! Before i go into the juicy details of the food... lemme first thank my card sponsors.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6544/1173/320/card.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley and her hubby Michael, for generously lending me their card and slashing the bill to almost a half!! Yey!! you guys are my heroes!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6544/1173/320/final.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and secondly, to &lt;a href="http://cheanne.blogspot.com"&gt;Cherryl&lt;/a&gt;, for her artistic flair and imagination... thanks so much sis for accomodating my request despite your demanding schedule.. (^^,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my mom and dad... Happy Happy 30th!! its been through heaven and hell knowing you guys and for being there for us!! Love ya both!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the nitty gritty yummy details... Spirals i think is the yummy extension or pattern of Circles,  wherein each continent gets to present their best dishes... They've got japanese, korean, chinese, italian, indian, french, and filipino dishes, all spiraled out in the center. I started off with the usual salmon and gradually worked my way to lobsters, tempura's, mussels (yum yum!), naan bread, octopus (too chewy for me), goat's cheese, french cheese, eels and a whole lot more!! And to think that wasn't enough, I just had to try their dessert bar which was really fantastic!! I had to feel less sinful by burying myself with no-sugared mixed berry ice cream and the vanilla choco, the healthy non-sugared tiramisu (2cups of those please!!) and vanilla pudding... ohhh.. heaven!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to sipping my bitter herb.... ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-115210965470710749?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/115210965470710749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=115210965470710749&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115210965470710749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115210965470710749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/07/pig-unleashed-erm-happy-30th.html' title='the pig unleashed... erm... happy 30th!!!'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-115201906633149229</id><published>2006-07-04T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T21:20:40.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mind over heart matters??</title><content type='html'>Have (finally!! had the guts enough) to have talked to someone yesternight. Although it lasted until pastmidnight, it was a refreshing view towards life. The speaker insisted that once one gets older, a better half ought to be sought. But is it always the answer to life's mind boggling situation of a soul's longin search for a companion? i presented my views on the bad side of married life and it was all dismissed as a childish thoughts. Part of me (is very tempted, and still wanting to) accept the offer, part of me didn't. Common sense taught me to stick to the former decision coz in doing so, it will save me from heartaches, backaches, migranes and flu!! hehehe.. just kidding.. Hopefully something good will come out of this. ^^;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-115201906633149229?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/115201906633149229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=115201906633149229&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115201906633149229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115201906633149229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/07/mind-over-heart-matters.html' title='mind over heart matters??'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-115182072938435308</id><published>2006-07-02T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T14:17:34.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a Bird! Its a Plane!! Its....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6544/1173/320/posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Then Clark enters... "You called Chief?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the cliche' lines i found while watching "Superman Returns"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6544/1173/320/directorCut.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yipee!! Its my first time to watch Superman Returns in the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Director's Club&lt;/em&gt;! Luckily we didn't have to line up a long queue coz we're scheduled at the graveyard hours... 11pm to 1:45am!! whoa! talk about diehard Superman fans!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6544/1173/320/MeNSuper.jpg" alt="is my luvy duvy gonna punch me now?? ^^"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok, am not much of a Brandon fan but i took a picture with him anyway, since lots of girls are supposed to be drooling over him.. hehhee!! For one thing, he lacks muscles (6 packs) in his suit.. hahah!! (That's so low of me...) Personally I like the looks of the guy who played Richard more.. but for a beginner... i think he does ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6544/1173/320/sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owkhay.. while waiting outside the moviehouse.. i found this signboard just outside.. and it really cracked me up.. they really Specified what food you're not allowed to bring... soo... steak with soysauce is allowed then? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6544/1173/320/meNLazyBoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspite of disappointments coz what i really wanted to have was the IMAX experience, one can't cry over spilled milk for too long.. for a price of P350 (its worth it if you paid for the Lazy boy with leg stretch(real comfy sofa that almost lulled me to sleep) and ... and.. and... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6544/1173/320/cinemaInside.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah!! only 30 ppl sitting capacity.. and... and.. and.. eeeep!! can't think of anything else coz the unlimited popcorn is too bland for my taste and the Royal/Sprite complimentary drinks have also lost its zesty taste.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the movie for me should be rated "a feel good" movie. It tells of the story after S guy disappears for a long time and suddenly returned, what happened to his love life, his career, his morales, his family, his hometown, his arch enemy Lex, and a little twist and a surprise.. ^^ It pales in comparison with LOTR but that's for the effects and stuff.. Kate Bosworth (Lois Lane) was a real eye candy and i think she's too fresh for Superman (who's sooooo serious... ) Lex adds spice to the otherwise too serious movie of the two lovey doveys.. hehehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crack me up Scenes (better watch out for those)&lt;br /&gt;a. perfect contact lens advertisement: the bank robbery scene where superman gets shot in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;b. Lex Luther (by Kevin Spacey) was kinda gay all throughout the show... Specially loved the times he emphasized "Kreeep-to-naaayyyttt" in a singsong voice!! hehehehe!!&lt;br /&gt;c. You see the pom eating something after Lex and the gang went back to Lex's old house - Did the pom ate his better half?!?!? whoa!! (I miss Charlie baby...)&lt;br /&gt;d. Lex is right. Superman doesn't pay attention to the little details (he doesn't attend court hearing.. hahahha!!) a classic one!! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-115182072938435308?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/115182072938435308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=115182072938435308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115182072938435308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115182072938435308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-bird-its-plane-its.html' title='Its a Bird! Its a Plane!! Its....'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-115167436438770331</id><published>2006-06-30T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T23:12:05.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed off</title><content type='html'>since my cr is pestered with those roaches... i found some way of killing em off.. the natural way... pouring a bucketful of really soapy water.. (since i'm too cowardly to step on them.. eeekkk!!!) one really big one ventured into my previous toothbrush n toothpaste pile (again!! but nowadays i soak them in water and listerine) so i armed myself with 2 tabo's of soapy water and made a mess in the cr.. at least that ****ed roach is dead... happy happy happy!! evil grin... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a friday night and i stay at home.. yipeeee... like a good ole' schoolgirl.. sigh... oh well... then there goes someone nagging on and on about some rubbish... its a good thing that i'm single so she rants about something else... sometimes when you're already sulking coz u feel like you're being grounded at home and that someone just had to add those rubbish words.. i can't help but explode... hahahhaah.. oh well... might be better tomorrow....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-115167436438770331?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/115167436438770331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=115167436438770331&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115167436438770331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115167436438770331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/06/pissed-off.html' title='pissed off'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-115124400512465190</id><published>2006-06-25T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T22:00:05.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have been binging a lot lately</title><content type='html'>while others are on a diet binge.. i have been on a eating splurge!! hehehe!!&lt;br /&gt;just passed by market! market! awhile ago and foudn out that they sell those "to die for" Good Shepherd's ube jam (the last bottle!!) and of course btic's vanilla ice cream!! hehehe!! oh boyy... goodieeee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-115124400512465190?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/115124400512465190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=115124400512465190&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115124400512465190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115124400512465190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/06/have-been-binging-lot-lately.html' title='have been binging a lot lately'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-115115924561687811</id><published>2006-06-24T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T23:08:11.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how much does it pay to be...</title><content type='html'>a field inspector of malls? ^^&lt;br /&gt;we went to a lot of mall places today... by a lot, i meant more than 1 ^^&lt;br /&gt;there's &lt;strong&gt;Mall of Asia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6544/1173/1600/IMG_8715.jpg" width=350 height = 263&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6544/1173/1600/smallIMG_8717.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then taking a breather in Powerplant, Rockwell, where we thought of stopping by UCC, but then again the price is just way too steep... for 499, i could eat at Saisaki... and speaking of Saisaki, i was really craving for some japanese food.. thus resolving to snack at Tokyo tokyo.. but it just pales in comparison.. the tuna is only ham-ham.... and the red tea is way too sugary for me... Dinner at J Bee's and off we go to &lt;strong&gt;SM North&lt;/strong&gt;... they have this grand opening &lt;strong&gt;hypermart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a supermarket that has almost everything... &lt;br /&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;department store..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6544/1173/1600/smallIMG_8739.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an appliance center...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6544/1173/1600/smallIMG_8745.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even computer store rolled into one!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6544/1173/1600/smallIMG_8748.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that's too much publicity for henry sy... i'd better shut up for now.. hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-115115924561687811?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/115115924561687811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=115115924561687811&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115115924561687811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115115924561687811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-much-does-it-pay-to-be.html' title='how much does it pay to be...'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-115107039614504880</id><published>2006-06-23T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T21:46:36.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how would you feel if your day falls on...</title><content type='html'>the same darned day as the first gentleman's &lt;a href="http://newsinfo.inq7.net/inquirerheadlines/nation/view_article.php?article_id=6121" target=new&gt;birthday&lt;/a&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;First Gentleman Jose Miguel “Mike” Arroyo and some Cabinet members, including Health Secretary Francisco Duque, were present at what was supposedly a pre-birthday dinner for &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Arroyo whose birthday falls on the 27th &lt;/strong&gt;when the President is scheduled to be in Europe.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i get to ride on a limousine? ^^&lt;br /&gt;do i get to hook on casinos in las vegas?&lt;br /&gt;do i get to have a front seat on the pacquiao match? (as if!! hahaha!!)&lt;br /&gt;do i get a billion bucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a personal note: shucks.. why do i have to have the same birthdate with a sucker? hahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-115107039614504880?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/115107039614504880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=115107039614504880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115107039614504880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115107039614504880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-would-you-feel-if-your-day-falls.html' title='how would you feel if your day falls on...'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-115099325615823164</id><published>2006-06-23T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T22:01:28.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things out of the pensieve</title><content type='html'>several fragments have been going through my mind in the basis of singleness.. and so far, evaluating my current state, i'm seriously not yet ready for a relationship.. hahaha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you're lucky that you're single when:&lt;br /&gt;a. you hear whining kids&lt;br /&gt;b. you hear screaming babies&lt;br /&gt;c. you hear whining parents on skyrocketing tuitions&lt;br /&gt;d. you hear friends' ramblings on insensitive guys&lt;br /&gt;e. you hear friends' ramblings on parents' nosyness on relationships&lt;br /&gt;f. you see girls constantly asking partners if what they are wearing is ok&lt;br /&gt;g. you see girls in dismay on what to get their partners&lt;br /&gt;h. you see hearts constantly broken&lt;br /&gt;i. you don't have to hear anyone snore at night (and have a goodnight's rest!)&lt;br /&gt;j. you don't have in-laws to please.&lt;br /&gt;k. you don't have to care what the other thinks of you!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;l. a whole lot others!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm super thankful for being single ^^&lt;br /&gt;if you want more depressing marriage issues... you could see it &lt;a href="http://www.igma.tv/article.php?articleid=6595" target = new&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.. and &lt;a href="http://www.igma.tv/article.php?articleid=6624" target = new&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some satirical, nonsensical logic that goes with this topic (hot from the mail)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If your father is a poor man,&lt;br /&gt;it is your fate but,&lt;br /&gt;if your father-in-law is a poor man,&lt;br /&gt;it's your stupidity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success is a relative term.&lt;br /&gt;It brings so many relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** does that correlate with the "love is blind" thingy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind every successful man, there is a woman&lt;br /&gt;And behind every unsuccessful man, there are two.&lt;br /&gt;** King Solomon's case might be an exaggeration of this.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every man should marry.&lt;br /&gt;After all, happiness is not the only thing in life.&lt;br /&gt;** go ahead and shoot yourself if you want a death penalty.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wise never marry.&lt;br /&gt;and when they marry they become otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;** hahah!! this is the best one!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some more funny, but sometimes true ethnic practice (hot from the mailbox too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHITE WOMEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First date: You get to kiss her goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;Second date: You get to grope all over and make out a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Third date: You get to have sex but only in the missionary position&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IRISH WOMEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Date: You both get blind drunk and have sex.&lt;br /&gt;Second Date: You both get blind drunk and have sex.&lt;br /&gt;20th Anniversary: You both get blind drunk and have sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ITALIAN WOMEN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Date: You take her to a play and an expensive restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Second Date: You meet her parents and her Mom makes spaghetti and meatballs.&lt;br /&gt;Third Date: You have sex, she wants to marry you &amp; insists on a 3-carat ring.&lt;br /&gt;5th Anniversary: You already have 5 kids together &amp; hate the thought of having sex.&lt;br /&gt;6th Anniversary: You find yourself a Mistress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JEWISH WOMEN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Date: You get terrific head.&lt;br /&gt;Second Date: You get even more great head.&lt;br /&gt;Third Date: You tell her you'll marry her,,,, and never get head again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHINESE WOMEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First date: You get to buy her an expensive dinner but nothing happens.&lt;br /&gt;Second date: You buy her an even more expensive dinner. Nothing happens again.&lt;br /&gt;Third date: You don't even get to the third date and you've already realized nothing is ever going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;personnal note: more variations of chinese women:&lt;br /&gt;(for illegal dates and the girl is positive on the relationship)&lt;br /&gt;First date: you get to sweet talk her&lt;br /&gt;Second date: You get to grope all over and make out a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Third date: well you continue the cycle and hide from the parents and in laws.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for legal but the girl hates the guy's guts)&lt;br /&gt;First date: You get to chat all you want and the girl just smiles sweetly at you&lt;br /&gt;Second date: you hear excuses from the girl&lt;br /&gt;There is no third date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INDIAN WOMEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First date: Meet her parents.&lt;br /&gt;Second date: Set the date of the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Third date: Wedding night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLACK WOMEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Date: You get to buy her a real expensive dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Second Date: You get to buy her and her girlfriends a real expensive dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Third Date: You get to pay her rent&lt;br /&gt;Tenth Date: She's pregnant by someone other than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Middle Eastern WOMEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Date: Mother, Father, Brothers, Sisters, Cousins, Aunts, Uncles, Friends and entire arab community finds out.&lt;br /&gt;Second Date: You are shot dead.&lt;br /&gt;No third date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEXICAN WOMEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Date: You buy her an expensive dinner, get drunk on Tequila, and have sex in the back of her car.&lt;br /&gt;Second Date: She's pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;Third Date: She moves in. One week later, her mother, father, his girlfriend, her two sisters, her brother, all of their kids, her grandma, her father's girlfriend's mother, her two cousins, her sister's Boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;and his three kids move in and you live on rice and beans for the rest of your life in your home that used to be nice, but now looks like a home along the Tijuana strip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-115099325615823164?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/115099325615823164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=115099325615823164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115099325615823164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115099325615823164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/06/things-out-of-pensieve.html' title='things out of the pensieve'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-115064269436829661</id><published>2006-06-18T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T22:58:14.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dad's day</title><content type='html'>didn't do anything special today... just made over the room and my eye caught the newspaper (free from jollibee) hehehe.. and in the Sunday Lifestyle section, i read the following lines that best describes my feelings for my dad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy crushes my heart with so much love and despite everything I will always look back to check if he's happy with what I'm doing, even if I wear a face that says: I don't care. The same way daddies do everything for their little girls, little girls do everything for their daddies too. --Celine R. Lopez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame me for being daddy's little girl. Dunno but girls are made for daddies and sons are made for mommies. In this case I am thankful that God made me a girl. coz my dad's a great person to know. Sometimes people take him for a towering person coz he's got a demanding attitude but I seldom saw that in him. And before, when i used to be his "little girl", i guess i can take away his stress and make him smile. But things have changed. One look and he's still angry.. That comes with age maybe. ^^ I'm not as cute as before.. =D But even with all that, I still love him deeply and my time on earth has sure been worth it knowing a great person.. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-115064269436829661?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/115064269436829661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=115064269436829661&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115064269436829661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115064269436829661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/06/dads-day.html' title='dad&apos;s day'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-115047536783122648</id><published>2006-06-17T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T00:29:27.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyber sex anyone??</title><content type='html'>i couldn't believe my eyes when i saw this article... ppl really legalizing &lt;a href="http://news.inq7.net/infotech/index.php?index=1&amp;story_id=79206"&gt;cybersex&lt;/a&gt; like its legalizing jueteng or sumthing... people will really go goo goo gah gah over this... what's designed to be intimate and special is now free for everyone to taste.. so what next world? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-115047536783122648?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/115047536783122648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=115047536783122648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115047536783122648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115047536783122648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/06/cyber-sex-anyone.html' title='Cyber sex anyone??'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-115046436253246030</id><published>2006-06-16T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T21:26:02.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trying out picasa the first time around.. it says that it should make your life easier by easing the hassle when uploading pics.. well.. it does to some degree.. ehhehe!! hmmm... good bye ole' days of going to tiny pic and posting my pics / resizing my pictures, uploading then composing long lines for the blog.. hehehe!! now the problem lies in making header and quotes... &lt;a ref="http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com"&gt;JustTesting&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-115046436253246030?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/115046436253246030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=115046436253246030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115046436253246030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115046436253246030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/06/trying-out-picasa-first-time-around.html' title=''/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-115046398257584717</id><published>2006-06-16T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T21:19:42.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who says only haviannas slippers are cool?!?!? here are the pairs of living testimonies of cuteness galore!! hehhehehe!! Grendah from Brazil also make those cute slippers fantabulous!! hehehe!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/215/6226/320/IMG_8565.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/215/6226/320/IMG_8565.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-115046398257584717?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/115046398257584717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=115046398257584717&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115046398257584717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115046398257584717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/06/who-says-only-haviannas-slippers-are.html' title=''/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-115046370835406904</id><published>2006-06-16T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T21:15:08.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yum yum yum!! can't forget the langka episode from Sonya's so i brought Sonya's home.. hehehe!! Just bought a kilo of it for almost a hundred buckws&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/215/6226/320/IMG_8567.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/215/6226/320/IMG_8567.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-115046370835406904?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/115046370835406904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=115046370835406904&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115046370835406904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115046370835406904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/06/yum-yum-yum-cant-forget-langka-episode.html' title=''/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-115020979315650611</id><published>2006-06-13T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T09:02:18.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A glimpse of different lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i6.tinypic.com/14aaj3p.jpg" border="0" alt="They're still the same!!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;They're still the same, others thinner, but all grown up now!!! The babies are now ladies!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editor's note: Forgive the previous post, I was too sleepy to window dress the language so please bear with the rash language .. ^^ &lt;a href="http://achi_debi.blogs.friendster.com/candycolored_dreams/"&gt;Other&lt;/a&gt; journals better documents the proceedings of the meeting.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 12, Independence Day. The day was set out to be with friends. After much debate and argue with my mom, wherein i usually win, i get to go to UECP, the universal meeting place of our ka-berks. Sadly, i was the first to be there.. (coz usually, i'm the last one to be there) I can still remember those days where we use to collate our reviewers for our exams and only to find out that our reviewers were much harder than the actual exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few calls and painstakingly waiting for the others to come, Friend#2 was the next to come. Whoa!! She's on the phone!! That's the first time i saw her so blooming all these years.. Scary, meaning we can't be what we used to be, laughing, giggling, innocent girls anymore.. Time sometimes is so cruel, forcing us to move forward but we surge with the flow. No one can't stop it, no one can stop us from growing up =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others came a few moments later.. After much giggling and harassing each other to tell stories, we head off to the most usual stop, RP. WEll, this was a place that i missed. I used to go there with a friend, but after growing apart, I also stopped going there. Several stuffs had changed, like the basketball hoopla i used to enjoy was no longer there... So much memories that were demolished and turned into computer shops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the group. We headed to Sbarro's and started goofing off with our fun filled stories. No more were we the shy ones who'd secretly cling to her own story. We each had a story to share. Finding comfort in the stories that others had shared and finding out that we were not alone in facing those types of situations. Others had the "perfect cup" relationship, while others were struggling. But through it all, although you would hear all those types of stories all over the internet that you'd get bored reading it, hearing it from your close comrades gives it a different twist, a different zest. Like you want them to stay happy all the time. Most problems centered around family members and others were in the sort of compatibility. When and when not to fight for love. It sounds so much a sort of a cross over jdrama and kdrama rolled into one.. ^^ Yes we were all late bloomers. It has its good side and its bad side. But the former outnumbering the latter. We could all boast of this fact and connect with one another naturally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others were still facing life's challenges of further studies and dreaming of migrating to other countries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only hope for everyone's happiness, saluting each and everyone for her past, present and future achievements. You know who you are and I am honored to have been part of your lives. If ever geography becomes a hindrance for most of us, call me, I have a friend in PAL.. hehehhehhe!!! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-115020979315650611?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/115020979315650611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=115020979315650611&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115020979315650611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115020979315650611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/06/glimpse-of-different-lives.html' title='A glimpse of different lives'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.tinypic.com/14aaj3p_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-115012194913390330</id><published>2006-06-12T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T22:23:06.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonya's Garden!</title><content type='html'>The day started out with a heavy rain at our house.... And my hopes just seemed to have shattered into pieces.... I then texted &lt;a href="http://cheanne.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cheanne&lt;/a&gt;: "Do we have other alternatives aside from going to that place?" But really my heart sank that time. Thus i prayed hard that the sky would be sunny all throughout.... Thank God for answered prayers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the ride, thank ken for the ride.. and his sore feet acquired whilst driving.. ^^ you're the man!!! hehehe!! i shall forever be grateful!! bow bow bow!! i can only remember that i kept on asking... "are we there yet??" "are we there yet??" hehehe!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonya's was really one happy happy happy experience for me!! I can never forget the delicious salads and wonderful wonderful toppings they have!! and plus the spagetti red sauce!! whooo hooo!! Stuffed myself with white cheese, langka (frozen), and pesto, and other unknown but yummy toppings.. hehehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.tinypic.com/14432qb.jpg" border="0" alt="life time wish?"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lifetime wish!! hehehe!! just kidding... Well sumthing finally pulled through.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a better day than to spend the time with good friends, good food and great poses!! hehehe!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-115012194913390330?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/115012194913390330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=115012194913390330&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115012194913390330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/115012194913390330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/06/sonyas-garden_12.html' title='Sonya&apos;s Garden!'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.tinypic.com/14432qb_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-114701985710885469</id><published>2006-05-07T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T00:37:37.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enchanted day at the Enchanted K..... ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i1.tinypic.com/xe1sgw.gif" border="0" alt="Welcoming ourselves at EK"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been quite some time when we first set our foot on Enchanted kingDom!! The last time i went there, it was 2004 and we were still a crowd!! composed of 5 people, we sure had a blast!! now due to "BuSyness.." it was kinda hard to get the gang together for another blast of adventure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1.tinypic.com/xe29z7.gif" border="0" alt="bump car"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1.tinypic.com/xe1xet.jpg" border="0" alt="Shuttle!!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time we went there... our luck wasn't on our side coz it was always closed!! But this time, luck was on our side thus our guts was tested to the limits!! we screamed our heads off... there wasn't any picture though to see how we screamed like chickens with heads chopped off.. hahahha!! we sure had a blast before we had our lunch... an empty stomach will serve us good in this ride before we puke in our seats!! hehehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/xe24c4.gif" border="0" alt="SPACE SHUTTLE CONQUERED!!!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is us CONQUERING THE stomacH churning ShuttLE!! YIpPEE!!!! FINally after lots of 360 degrees!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1.tinypic.com/xe26oo.gif" border="0" alt="4D Repeat EP"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a bummer that the episode they've shown previously.. (last 2004) is still being aired.... no wonder a kid was already screaming his head off and was hurdled by his mom outside just before we entered the screen... but it was amusing to watch the others grab hold of the branches that's supposedly hitting you... but it gets kinda boring after awhile.. can't wait for the mall of asia to open... its said that its cinema will also be in 4D.. whooohoooo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/xe30o4.gif" border="0" alt="FOOD FOOD GLORIOUS FOOD!!!!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am really hungry during this moment and i had to stuff myself with some food... the best i could come up with at the moment was tuna sandwich!! but ken had other stuffs in mind... Domino'S!!! hehehe a packing 12sliced pizzA!!! no wonder we'll be walking piggies after.. but of course if they could finish that size last time.. we believed che would be able to finish it this time around.. =D thus guess who had the last slice???? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1.tinypic.com/xe38nq.gif" border="0" alt="rio ENgrande!!! "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owkie.. now we're really talking!! after stuffing ourselves with all those food!! we need to digest 'em!! some fun swimming and splashing at the rio grande!! during 2004, all we had was the signage.. We had to make sure that this was open so that we'll be able to splash like duckies here... 2 rounds of this whooping splash made our day bright!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/xe3cax.gif" border="0" alt="face exchange"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this posing was really funny coz you could almost replace ken and me.. meaning we were able to trade places split second.. hhahahhaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/xe35mw.gif" border="0" alt="this old man..."&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one of our antique shots... everybody... meet our favorite captain in rio.... =D look at how jolly he is!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.tinypic.com/xe33oh.gif" border="0" alt="Jungle log jam"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course wet as we were... it wouldn't be complete without the log jam!! hmmm... no wonder why che enjoyed it much better this time around.... hint hint hint!! ^^ so spill che.. why oh why??? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.tinypic.com/xe3ghk.jpg" border="0" alt="wheeeeeeel"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after wetting ourselves crazy.. we need to dry ourselves.. hehehe!!! spin spin spin the faereswheel!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/xe2xib.gif" border="0" alt="Flying Fiesta"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got dizzy with the flying fiesta.. didn't believe ken would be right this time around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1.tinypic.com/xe2wc5.gif" border="0" alt="anchor's away!!!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a no sweat's ride... the anchors' away!!! if i had to, this would be considered a baby's ride already.. hehehhe!! yabang ko noh?? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/xe3f48.gif" border="0" alt="hiding in the tunnel"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.. wouldn't be complete if we didn't invade the TUNNEL... ken had to drive out the kidz during this photo-op... hahahha!!! sorry kids... next time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.tinypic.com/xe27o3.gif" border="0" alt="byebye"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.tinypic.com/xe2as7.jpg" border="0" alt="2nd to final pose"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/xe2bde.jpg" border="0" alt="Car Bye"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all the fun, we had to leave coz we still need to beat the crazy traffic in metro.... good thing we found extras to take our photos... hope you enjoy your stay at the enchanted and hoped i enchanted u guys... =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-114701985710885469?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/114701985710885469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=114701985710885469&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/114701985710885469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/114701985710885469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/05/enchanted-day-at-enchanted-k.html' title='Enchanted day at the Enchanted K..... ^^'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1.tinypic.com/xe1sgw_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-114657837899453828</id><published>2006-05-02T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:02:26.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know when ur bros are getting old when...</title><content type='html'>they keep on complaining that their computer can't connect to the internet and kept on insisting that their username and password aren't expired yet. Thus when i am driven out of my room because they all barage into my pc to use the net, i have no other choice but to try to fix the thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and voila!! what do i find??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a telephone dial up starting with &lt;strike&gt;2&lt;/strike&gt;3088888... the 2 he reads as (02)??!?! where on earth!?!?!??! oh well.... sigh sigh sigh.... ^^ the stuffs in life where you can find simple joys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-114657837899453828?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/114657837899453828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=114657837899453828&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/114657837899453828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/114657837899453828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-know-when-ur-bros-are-getting-old.html' title='you know when ur bros are getting old when...'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-114615470663088224</id><published>2006-04-28T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T00:18:26.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The House of God - by Bro. Chan</title><content type='html'>Usually when Brother Chan speaks, his messages are profound, and i can't help but feel sleepy during his sermons. Only a few times am I awake for his messages. What kept me awake before was the knowledge that he was already old yet God still used him mightily. And I could not but marvel at how God's miracle had given him strength to preach that long in the pulpit. I really dreaded that I would fall asleep any time during his sermons. But miraculously, I found his messages most inspiring and led me to tears if you really held on to what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, he said that God wanted a dwelling place. The heavens and the earth are merely his "office" and His footstool. His dwelling place (spiritually) is composed of men. Thus during creation, we were created specially (with the breath of life) to receive God himself. Characteristics of his dwelling place is as follows: a) we must be able to manifest God himself. b) God must occupy the preeminent position - in short, nothing challenges His authority. c) God must be able to REST. The house of God is where both God AND man are BOTH present. If God were alone, then there is the Heavens and the Earth to fit that description. But what God wants is His dwelling place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What most touched me was this point: God didn't reveal his heart to anyone. But he revealed it to Moses. Thus the ark and the tabernacle were built. The Israelites, by Moses' stern direction, placed God in his highest regard. Yet when they entered Canaan, NO ONE bothered to build God a house. Each Israelite went to his inheritance and built his own home. No one even cared if God lived in a tent while everyone is safely nested in his 4-walled cemented house. Yet God didn't react. He didn't demand that they should build him a palace. In short, He kept quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time, Bro Chan grew extremely quiet. I looked left and right and saw people sleeping and yawning. Yet i felt that this was the climax of the message. What i felt was that he was about to descend the pulpit and shake each and everyone during that congregation and tell them what God's heart desire was. I could only look at myself and see what a selfish person I was. I likewise am just like an Israelite. Most of the time I only pray for my needs and the needs of others become secondary. The needs of God were forgotten. The Church - or the house of God was in the least of my priorities. Yet all the while God remained quiet. He needed me to initiate on my part. To know and touch His heart's desire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pastor continues. The time of David came. David was a "man after God's own heart". Now why did the Bible brand him as such? Because during his lifetime, his heart's desire was to build a house for God. And eventhough it was Solomon his son who built it, God knew he had a pure heart. That's why God was pleased with him. In all the Bible characters, I must admit that David was my favorite character. He was not the most perfect person unlike Joseph and Daniel and others. He committed adultery, murder, lies and was weak in some times. But he knew how to touch God's heart. That's the secret to his success.  In today's time, God's dwelling place is not in the manmade temple anymore. But it is built in us Christians who serve Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often look down on my abilities and often say that service is only for the gifted. But Bro Chan told us that NO ONE HAS A COMPLETE GIFT, BUT NO ONE HAS NOT BEEN GIVEN A GIFT. Less we puff up and say that we had been serving for a lot of years and look down on others. But it also reminds me that I have no excuse not to serve in God's house. and I should be concerned for the welfare of God's family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-114615470663088224?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/114615470663088224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=114615470663088224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/114615470663088224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/114615470663088224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/04/house-of-god-by-bro-chan.html' title='The House of God - by Bro. Chan'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-114554118277179145</id><published>2006-04-20T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T21:53:02.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bro Eden: Abiathar</title><content type='html'>Abiathar the Priest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background of Abiathar: The ancestors of Abiathar was Eli. Now Eli had committed the sin of not honoring God but instead honored his sons above God. Thus God cursed Eli's line. First: There would be no old man in his family line. Second: All his descendants will die in the prime of their life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abiathar knew of this curse. But instead of grumbling and choosing to do something else rather than serve God, he chose to serve. Wholeheartedly. "Though God had cursed me, I shall continue to serve Him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can see this take place as he was tested time and again. First: When the priests (his relatives) were killed in Nob by Saul when Saul was pursuing David at the time (1 Sam 22), what Abiathar took was not food nor supplies nor money, but what he took was the EPHOD. Now what does the Ephod symbolize? It symbolizes the uniform one needs to wear to SERVE before the Lord. One cannot perform any of his priestly duties if he doesn't have the Ephod. Thus he in essense was saying: "Without his ministry, my life is meaningless".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second: During the time of King David, when Absalom was rebelling against David, he allowed the people to flee with David first. And what was he doing? "He was offering sacrifices untill all the people had finished leaving the city" (2 sam 15:24) Are we just spectators or do we do God's work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Defeat of Abiathar:&lt;br /&gt;1 Chronicles 22 records that David had ordered everyone to help his son Solomon, but Abiathar chose to help Adonijah instead. Thus rebelling against David. His service was taken away from him because of his unsubmissive spirit. When God one day takes away our service, this is the msot pitiful condition we will ever be in. Thus in 1 Kings 2:26-27, he was removed from his priestly duties and was ordered by Solomon to "return to his fields in Ananoth", "thus fulfilling the word the Lord had spoken at Shiloh about the house of Eli" v27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abiathar's Restoration&lt;br /&gt;However, we can see that Abiathar could not help but SERVE. People can forget about him but God didn't forget him. As we can see those officials under Solomon's reign in 1 Kings 4:4 (Zadok and Abiathar -- Priests). It means that he might have repented and was given pardon. But it also states an important fact. A king cannot cause a priest to stop SERVING. ONLY GOD CAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral: We serve God not only in times of abundance, peace and security. But in hardships, trials and persecutions we ought to serve Him more. This is our identity. As priests we are called to serve, and not to be served. We ought to value this season when we are able to serve because the most painful thing in life is the day when our service will be taken away from us. Lastly, 1 Sam 2:30 says that Those who honor Me, I will Honor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-114554118277179145?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/114554118277179145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=114554118277179145&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/114554118277179145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/114554118277179145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/04/bro-eden-abiathar.html' title='Bro Eden: Abiathar'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-114545272449748914</id><published>2006-04-19T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:18:44.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baguio Beforehand.. =D</title><content type='html'>Prologue:&lt;br /&gt;Before going to Baguio, I was prepared to have a good time. I even thought of going with my brothers to live in luxury. But of course God didn't want to leave me. I don't know what was on His mind but here are some of the stuffs that i heard that changed my way of thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Bro Moses talked of Free lodging, free food, and nothing to do at all except to listen! One might think that listening is such a bore. But if one thinks more of it, one can attain true rest by doing nothing except listening.. ^^ If i lived in luxury, i just think of the free food and lodging going to waste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. Bro Fred talked about the purpose of going. Is it SM Baguio? There are lots of SM malls here in Metro Manila (i have thought, and there are no difference in their construction whatsoever..) Is it strawberries? There are lots of it in Landmark.. First of all, i didn't intend to prepare my heart at all. As i have said, my purpose of going was to live luxuriously and liesurely. My real reason on going? (I have researched the Internet on great places to go and dine out!) I even wanted to have a taste of Good Shephered UBE JAM!! and the banana bread of Country Club, and the chocolate de batirol of camp john hay. You wouldn't believe... I stayed almost 4 days there and i haven't even attained a single thing that i desired!!! Talk about luck (sarcastic with myself) ^^!! hehehe... After hearing those words though, I thought of wanting to know Christ more. Nevermind the stuffs i mentioned above. I can get those (maybe) at Market Market! But to know Christ, now that's a powerful thing. I made a wager with God. I would offer up my all, if He could touch me there as He did 1998.. because 1998 marks the year that i was filled up with the Holy Spirit, because I really prepared my heart for that, but after going back to manila that same year, my personality didn't change at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. some side comments made by a relative. On going there to be filled up like a gasoline and going down empty again. I didn't believe in that. In the session of filling with the Holy Spirit, I said to God that it would be so IMPOSSIBLE for a GREAT God to fill us up and then leave us empty again. I wouldn't like that experience like 1998, so fired up and then going down so defeated the next year... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d. a person who was testifying on his drawing near to God. I know that person to be a SOMEONE in the community yet changed completely. I just wanted to know what he had found out that led him to thirst for God in a new way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sermons and my viewpoints will follow.... ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-114545272449748914?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/114545272449748914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=114545272449748914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/114545272449748914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/114545272449748914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/04/baguio-beforehand-d.html' title='Baguio Beforehand.. =D'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-114367676191285301</id><published>2006-03-30T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T13:27:34.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbroken</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/sljtoz.jpg" alt="Belongings"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day is a very sad day for me. Charlie, our family joy, died today, March 30, 2006. He was a great dog, always has been faithful and never barked like other stray dogs would. When he first came in, he was a very fiesty dog, running to and fro, not yet used to the surroundings. Dad warned me on his nature calls so i personally trained him, waking up 5am to see to it that he gets used to it. The rest was not that hard, because he wasn't a hard dog to train. Another interesting factor is that he eats whatever is given to him. Unlike his predecssor that is very choosy and would even eat a single bite, he eats all things!! From pandesal to steaks! He'd always wait on us. He'll meet us when we get home, even upto his last day, (last night), he never fails to do so, even if no one would teach that to him. My dad would use to go down with him and take him to the park. But because of a bad prioro experience, (our previous dog was hit by an obnoxious car who didn't even stop to think), he lessened and even stopped going down with him. But even though that was the only happy days of charlie, he didn't stop meeting us at the doorway, and trying to lick our feet even if we shooed him away. Then he would wait on us when we eat. Because that's the only time that we'd really take him into consideration. In his younger years, he would climb up to us and tell us to give him food. Even scraps were fine with him! ^^ And during night time, he'd choose which door to sleep on because that's where the aircon would usually flow. With his built and millions of hair, i'd suppose that's the only burden of our dog, given our tropical weather. But recently, he's been sleeping on my door more often and i could say i'm priviledged to have that, though i was always busy with my own schedules and didn't give a thought of cuddling him and patting him.. =( The best that i did was to give him his lunch meals, mashing all kinds of stuffs, from his favorite chicken, and veggies, and rice. But even i did that grudgingly.. I didn't deserve to have a great dog, but that's what Charlie is: a GREAT DOG. No one could ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, a good thing overdone would usually have drastic result. My mom love to overfeed him. Thus from a usual 7lbs an average pom should have, he weighed a good 13+ lbs! That may have led to his developing of asthma and frequent hyperventillation. Last night was the worse one and we thought it was his usual routine. This morning we found him peacefully sleeping in front of the ref (i think he didn't want to burden anyone of us to think of him anymore) =( may his soul rest in peace... The best line i could remember right now is what my dad use to say: "Cutie is a good good boy called cutie boy" ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/sljtyd.jpg" alt="Former days.."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/sm3seu.jpg" alt="Super Cutie!!"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-114367676191285301?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/114367676191285301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=114367676191285301&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/114367676191285301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/114367676191285301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/03/heartbroken.html' title='Heartbroken'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.tinypic.com/sm3seu_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-114182823317872500</id><published>2006-03-08T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T22:30:33.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do i feel today?</title><content type='html'>Just posted this in the forum and i think i shall share it here also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i feel today?? simple.. &lt;strong&gt;grateful&lt;/strong&gt;.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just met my bro's friend and i found out how aspiring doctors work out initially.. they have to work in a hospital for 30 hours.. ruin their body clock, get home 6pm the next day spend 12 hours at home and then go back to work again.. and they can't sleep during operating hours eventhough their eyes are so droopy... i can't even find the life or zest of doing that profession... but we can't live without doctors can we.. and i guess being one should be a passion.. or else you'll feel that its just gonna be a burden for life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to think that i've complained so much before about my profession.. well... its works fine for me and if my &lt;a href="http://cheanne.blogspot.com/"&gt;friend's&lt;/a&gt; venture works out.. (well.. she plans on being a activity planner i.e. wedding planner or some sort) that i feel is exciting.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way.. congrats to &lt;a href="http://you.inq7.net/2bu/stories/03072006/sto3-1.htm"&gt;that same friend mentioned above &lt;/a&gt;for winning back to back 2Bu!'s valentine writing!! i know you had it in ya!! hehe! keep it up sis!! ^^ (that may be your other fork in ur career!!) hihihi!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-114182823317872500?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/114182823317872500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=114182823317872500&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/114182823317872500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/114182823317872500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-do-i-feel-today.html' title='How do i feel today?'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-114122794625066485</id><published>2006-03-01T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T23:45:46.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new but old thing on LovE</title><content type='html'>For this very reason, make every effort to add to your faith, goodness, and to goodness, knowledge, and to knowledge, self control, and to self control, perseverance, and to perseverance, godliness, and to godliness, brotherly kindness, and to brotherly kindness, love. 2 Peter 5-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i had found all the necessary ingredients to our ever famous topic: Love. The month of love has just passed, and forums, newspapers, radios, infomercials were all bashed with huggings, kisses, boyfriends, kilig moments, and all the stuffs. Heck i've even used the ever famous 1Cor13 to define it in one thread. But during the Sunday sermon, this verse just hit me because it was included as part of our reading before the sermon proper. At first glance, you might think that all it talks about is how to build ur faith. But if you read it backwards, it also can be used to define love. The ingredients of love. True love as to speak. In our world today, we are constantly blundered by what model couples do to call it truly "in-love". Sweet nothings, special moments together, sweet surprises... All of these leave us girls gushing on what our ideal "love" should be. Otherwise, we don't want to be called plain jane or be left out from our ka-berks. Thus we try to follow our "heart" and maybe sacrifice what we presently believe in or how we are brought up in order to save the relationship or to add spice to the relationship. But are these really really necessary???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The really important stuffs, those that really matters, are not of the heart. Ting a ding!! Some may already roll their eyes.. Well, i guess i believe in the conventional, traditional ways. But that's for me now.. First and foremost, is faith. That will be the common denominator between the two. Faith in God, and not love. Love for God must be first and foremost in the lives of every couple. Without their love for God, all is meaningless. Second comes goodness. Of course that is already a given. Third is knowledge. The saying goes: "One should keep both eyes open before marriage and one eye shut after marriage" works explains clearly its importance. The getting to know stage is as important as anything coz it will determine if you'll still want to pursue the relationship or back off as early as possible, without the buildup of feelings. But of course, room for mystery is also a given. Too much of a something is bad of course. What ought to be told, should be told, but for those that need time, then time should be given. Fourth, self control, perseverance, and brotherly kindness goes hand in hand. In our sex hungry era, most relationships today are already left numb because they have too much experience in this subject. My own thinking is: if you really love the person, love him/her as you would your own brother or sister. Do you want you brother/sister to be defiled? But how would you add zest to your life? I have learned that you could add enjoyment to your day by helping other people. Seeing other people happy are more fulfilling than concentrating on what you'll get this valentines day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well these are just thoughts randomly passing my head. Have a nice day everyone. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-114122794625066485?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/114122794625066485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=114122794625066485&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/114122794625066485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/114122794625066485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-but-old-thing-on-love.html' title='new but old thing on LovE'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-114085536145422596</id><published>2006-02-25T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T20:02:53.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude to the Unknown Stranger</title><content type='html'>I just read in a &lt;a href="http://nocturnalangel2.blogspot.com/2006/02/february-21-2006-again-random-acts-of.html"&gt;friend's&lt;/a&gt; blog yesterday about gratitude because a stranger has helped her get a cab from a wrong spot to the correct place. All without expecting anything in return! Today, i just experienced likewise. Well, not totally the same... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story, me and my family went shopping at the Landmark. And since signal is very awful in that area, specially for the Sun subscribers, i decided to put my cellphone in my shallow pocketed pants. All was uneventful, that is, until we were already leaving the place. I felt something drop out of my pants and make clonk clonk sounds. But as i reached for my pockets, i didnt' remember putting anything in them, thus i went on walking. A guy suddenly approached me and handed me my phone. Bless his soul!! If he didn't return it, i would've lost my beloved 6230i... Thank you thank you thank you thank you!!! Eventhough I was a trifle shy and just uttered a few thank you's and you hurriedly ran back to your gf's side, I wanna thank you from the bottom of my heart and wish all the best of you and your relationship. I pray that God will bless you and all the fruit of your labors. ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off&lt;br /&gt;Pamie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-114085536145422596?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/114085536145422596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=114085536145422596&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/114085536145422596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/114085536145422596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/02/gratitude-to-unknown-stranger.html' title='Gratitude to the Unknown Stranger'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-114083566136068126</id><published>2006-02-25T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T10:47:41.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Acomodador</title><content type='html'>The &lt;em&gt;acomodador&lt;/em&gt; or giving-up point: there is always an event in our lives that is responsible for us failing to progress: a trauma, a particularly bitter defeat, a disappointment in love, even a victory that we did not quite understand, can make cowards of us and prevent us from moving on. As part of the process of increasing his hidden powers, the shaman must first freee himself from that giving-up point and, to do so, he must review his whole life and find out where it occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of things that became my acomodador during the last year, thus disabling me from progressing. Let's take for example, I was rapidly progressing in my diet routine. Nothing could take me from it. But when i learned something distressing, i just lost all sense of doing it. And then there's this never ending program i am currently writing.. When I started, it was really fast paced. Then when the progress started building, and then i learned of the news, all sense of finishing it just went up to the air. Now i just touch it when i "have time" and then procastinate again. Like going to the net and doing nothing in particular. I guess some of you might have a hunch of what the news is, so whatever you're thinking of, then the chances are, you're right. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Turnabout:&lt;br /&gt;To identify the acomodador that is causing me from progressing, to heal from it, and then to move forward. Even if it is slow paced. I had been meaning to blog this for a long time now, but i guess i'm too chicken to do it until now.... I hope i can progress soon, or i'm just wasting my precious time here.. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-114083566136068126?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/114083566136068126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=114083566136068126&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/114083566136068126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/114083566136068126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/02/acomodador.html' title='The Acomodador'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-114079344865518130</id><published>2006-02-24T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T23:04:08.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Happiness</title><content type='html'>A friend once asked me if i was happy with my current situation. See, i'm now well nested within family walls and day in and day out i routinary go to work, home, work, and the endless cycle goes on. None of the carefree life i once had in college wherein there's cute profs and we gals gush over 'em endlessly and the thesis days wherein we'd sleep in late and go to friends' places for overnight. Of course there are also those wild rendevouz that may seem "wild" to me coz i was raised traditionally. There were times when i lived in suspense, because of my rebelliousness, i feared for the outcome of my actions. Thankfully I managed through all those headaches. ^^ Yea i had fun. IF that was the case. But it was all temporary. I grew distant from my family and thought if only i had someone to snatch me out of my 4-walled house then i would indeed be happy. But life isn't that easy. One has to deal with the problems and realities in life. Not escape them. So in essence, the famous saying "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em" is applicable to me now. Instead of doing it my way, i learned to embrace my present situation. To accept that this is my lot and make the most out of the opportunity presented to me. That is why my signature in a particular forum goes: "Live to the Hilt every situation you believe to be the Will of God ~ J. Elliot". Thus i have started anew and thankfully learned a lot during my rebellious years. There's a lesson waiting for us to learn at every nook and cranny of this school we call life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, i can answer that i am indeed happy. Content in singleness. Happy and loved by family. A simple life with simple expectations. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-114079344865518130?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/114079344865518130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=114079344865518130&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/114079344865518130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/114079344865518130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/02/on-happiness.html' title='On Happiness'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-114027789555808345</id><published>2006-02-18T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T23:58:42.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Ming Dao</title><content type='html'>Met him while watching "Frog Prince". Maybe u guys are wonderin why i wasn't blogging the past few days.. well i was burning my couch with my eyes glued to this guy.. hehehe!! for 3 straight days! i only slept for 4hrs!! hahahha!! now to confirm my fanaticism.. i've downloaded all their songs and have put them in my trusty fone.. good thing my bros aren't deaf yet with my constant playback of their themesong.. hahaha!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1.tinypic.com/nzof0i.jpg" border="0" width = 300 height = 407 alt="My CruSHIE!!!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Have you ever seen a drooling donkey? Basag na monitor ko.. ^^&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-114027789555808345?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/114027789555808345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=114027789555808345&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/114027789555808345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/114027789555808345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/02/meet-ming-dao.html' title='Meet Ming Dao'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1.tinypic.com/nzof0i_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-114027489423941367</id><published>2006-02-18T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T23:01:34.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee anyone?</title><content type='html'>The good and bad of coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The history: I became a coffee junkie during my Brazil days (their coffee i swear tastes sooo great!!) but forced myself to stop due to unwanted side effects.. (things like heightened concentration - even for the tini-mini things i'll remember those.. then will get a whirling headache in the as my withdrawal symptom) blargh!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason why i hate to drink coffee even though it tastes soo good... &lt;br /&gt;This is what coffee makes me do... &lt;br /&gt;1. I can't sleep at night!! grrrr... but the coffee tastes sooo good!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Finish at least something in the middle of the night. ^^&lt;br /&gt;3. Will have large eyebags tomorrow morning... and a biggie headache... darn.. so i'll completely in a state of unknown tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-114027489423941367?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/114027489423941367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=114027489423941367&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/114027489423941367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/114027489423941367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/02/coffee-anyone.html' title='Coffee anyone?'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-113980272866428878</id><published>2006-02-13T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T13:36:52.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail to the Siraniko!!</title><content type='html'>Incidentally, linkx asked me yesterday if i would like to invent sumthing for the web. But I'm not for it yet. And today, lo and behold! My printer just got busted today. My bro wanted it to be replaced. And the siraniko in me.. yea, i actually managed to blow up a wireless headphone before (worth 5000php!) thus i was then branded as the siraniko of the family.. hehee!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the printer thingy: my bro wanted to print out his thesis using our cheapeapay printer epson c45 (which is totally "sulit") for us since the ink is just 290 (refillable up to 3x!) and stores inks 4x its counterparts! Our good ole' printer decided to die out on us today by saying that it needs service and that some parts are already due for maintenance. I was actually like: "Whoa!! how did the damn thing know about us using fake inks?" But of course since it won't be on warranty anymore since we constantly used fakes throughout its lifetime, i decided to embark on the net to find out answers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer? The waste pad is full and we need to reset the counter of the wastepad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The software was freely available and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we needed to makeshift the wastepad so that the printer will spill the ink elsewhere (to a bottle!!). After much tinkering and breaking of the printer parts (I found out that the printer doesn't have any screws in it!) only fastened by plastics?!!? (which we eventually broke but its still in one piece) ^^ This is now the pictursque ending of our printer. Its a little ugly but it works!! (its a good thing that i've managed to keep some mira e bottles that came in handy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1.tinypic.com/nvb402.jpg"  alt="remodeled printer"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-113980272866428878?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/113980272866428878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=113980272866428878&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/113980272866428878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/113980272866428878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/02/hail-to-siraniko.html' title='Hail to the Siraniko!!'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1.tinypic.com/nvb402_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-113902885969806999</id><published>2006-02-04T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T12:54:19.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zahir</title><content type='html'>According to the writer Jorge Luis Borges, the idea of the Zahir comes from Islamic tradition and is thought to have arisen at some point in the 18th century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zahir&lt;/strong&gt;, in Arabic, means visible, present, incapable of going unnoticed. It is someone or something which, once we have come into contact with them or it, gradually occupies our every thought, until we can think of nothing else. This can be considered either a state of holiness or of madness&lt;br /&gt;Faubourg Saint-Peres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe we all have the Zahir in our lives. But in one point or another, when we cannot fight the forces of nature from ever attaining the Zahir of our lives, we then sigh with resignation and accept defeat: more on the fact that life must go on. Life must have more to offer than the Zahir. Then the Zahir gradually fades in its power. From madness it becomes a memory, to a faint image, a bittersweet memory. We may remember it in time but prolonged absense makes it loose its power on us. Right now I have a particular Zahir that is just beginning to loose its hold. What I cannot understand is that why it still chooses to retain contact, even when all is a loss cause. Maybe God has other plans for me. But the times are not for me to know. I just have to live life one step at a time. And give myself fully to the present need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-113902885969806999?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/113902885969806999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=113902885969806999&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/113902885969806999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/113902885969806999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/02/zahir.html' title='The Zahir'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-113888907632503456</id><published>2006-02-02T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T22:04:36.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still more of Paulo Coelho</title><content type='html'>Let's suppose that two firemen go into a forest to put out a small fire. Afterward, when they emerge and go over to a sea, the face of one is all smeared with black, while the other man's face is completely clean. Which of the two will wash his face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us would think: "That's a silly question. The one with the dirty face, of course."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, the one with the dirty face will look at the other man and assume that he looks like him. And, vice versa, the man with the clean face will see his colleague covered in grime and say to hmself: I must be dirty too. I'd better have a wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to realize that I was always looking for myself in the women I loved. I looked at their lovely, clean faces and saw myself reflected in them. They, on the other hand, looked at me and saw the dirt on my face and, however intelligent or self-confident they were, they ended up seeing themselves reflected in me and thinking that they were worse than they were.  Please, don't let that happen to you. - Paulo Coelho (Zahir)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are relationships built this way? When we're single, we're given a chance to know who we are individually. We always look at ourselves and ask ourselves if what we did is alright already. But once we get into a relationship, we always ask our partner, do we look alright? Are our clothes ok? Is my makeup alright? We thrive so much of other people's opinion. We wanted so much to please the other person. And what of opinions of ourselves? When the other person degrades us, then we see the world in their eyes. We loose our self respect. We loose our ability to reason that what he may be saying is wrong. Instead, we trust that voice that belittles us. But on the other hand, if the voice is of an encouraging one, we gain strength from it. Thus, i can conclude that the one with the dirty face is better off coz he sees the world thinking that he has a clean face. He faces the world with more courage and is able to take on tasks that seem magnanimous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-113888907632503456?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/113888907632503456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=113888907632503456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/113888907632503456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/113888907632503456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/02/still-more-of-paulo-coelho.html' title='Still more of Paulo Coelho'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-113863729620031680</id><published>2006-01-31T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T00:08:16.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pessimist's View on Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Why the distance between railway tracks is always 143.5cm (Got to do with Marriage?!?!?!) Lots!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why this absurd measurement? Whe they built the first train carriages, they used the same tools as they had for building horse-drawn carriages. And why that distance between the wheels on carriages? Because that was the width of the old roads along which the carriages had to travel. And who decided that roads shold be that width? Back into the distant past, the Romans, the first great road builders, who decied to make their roads that width. And why? Because their ar chariots were pulled by two horses, and when placed side by side, the horses they used at the time took up 143.5 cm. So the distance between the tracks, used by our state-of-the-art high speed trains, was determined by the Romans. When people went to the US and started building railways there, it didn't occur to them to change the width and so it stayed as it was. This even affected the building of space shuttles. American engineers thought the fuel tanks should be wider, but the tanks were built in Utah and had to be transported by train tot he Space Center in Florida, and the tunnels couldn't take anything wider. And so they had to accept the measurement that the Romans had decided was the ideal. But what has all this to do with marriage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When 2 people get married, they must stay frozen like that for the rest of their lives. You will move along side by side like two tracks, keeping always that same distance apart. Even if sometimes one of you needs to be a little farther away or a little closer, that is against the rules. The rules say: Be sensible, think of the future, think of ur children. You can't change, you must be like two railway tracks that remain the same distance apart all the way from their point of departure to their destination. The rules don't allow for love to change, or to grow at the start and diminish halfway through - it's too dangerous. And so, after the enthusiasm of the first few years, they maintain the same distance,t he same solidity, the same functional nature. Your purpose is to allow the train bearing the survival of the species to head off into the future; your children will only be happy if you stay just as you were-143.5cm apart. If you're not happy with something that never changes, think of them, think of the children you brought into the world. Think of ur neighbors. Show them ur happy. Think of Society. Dress in such a way that everyone knows you're in perfect harmony. Never glance tot he side, someone might be watching you, and that could bring temptation; it could mean divorce, crisis, depression. Smile in all the photos. Put photos in the living room, so that everyone can see them. Cut the grass, practice a sport (this u must do to stay frozen in time!) When sport isn't enough, have plastic surgery. But never forget, these rules were established long ago and must be respected. Who established these rules? That doesn't matter. Don't question them, because they will always apply, even if you don't agree with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that this little reading above from Paulo Coelho strike a big bell inside me. Yea, a special someone is real sweet, but how long will the feeling last? A few years, a few months even, but after that, what? A long boring monotonous journey in life? Just a thought, well, if someone convinces me otherwise though. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-113863729620031680?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/113863729620031680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=113863729620031680&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/113863729620031680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/113863729620031680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/01/pessimists-view-on-marriage.html' title='A Pessimist&apos;s View on Marriage'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-113845543411154532</id><published>2006-01-28T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T13:54:25.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Love Begin</title><content type='html'>Yea, call me baduy, jologs, and i actually watched the move. ^^ Eventhough the scenes were a little (ok that's understated) over predictable, i ended up teary eyed after the movie... The points i have learned from the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. that why people here don't prosper!! look at the ending of the movie!! the guy actually threw away his scholarship for the sake of love!! i mean what the heck!!! in the name of love!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;b. the movie is cute but unrealistic. who on earth (a woman of social standing) actually fall for a guy (in janitorial position?!?!?)&lt;br /&gt;c. another point that the movie is unrealistic: no cute guy these days are subjected to the position of janitors. Guys with the build and face value go apply for starstruck or some macho sumthing and make use of their God given qualities!! &lt;br /&gt;d. Richard &lt;strike&gt;Gomez&lt;/strike&gt; Gutierrez is cute cute cute cute cute cute!! hahahaha!!! ok need i reiterate??? ^^ (he really fits playing "pretty good boy" roles) ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, its not a reality show but i enjoyed it. Its rated as a feel good movie wherein one has a lighthearted feeling afterwards.. Yea, am turning into a typical pinoy watcher... Laugh and cry, and criticize later.. ahhaha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-113845543411154532?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/113845543411154532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=113845543411154532&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/113845543411154532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/113845543411154532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/01/let-love-begin.html' title='Let the Love Begin'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-113836412283652969</id><published>2006-01-27T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T20:15:22.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Torture</title><content type='html'>Define torture (adj): the feeling one gets when one is entrapped in traffic with the aroma of good food wafting the air with a growling stomach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the ever (?) of chinese new year and we had great food ordered from a chinese cuisine. The problem is, Manny Pacquiao also decided to have his homecoming in roxas blvd, so, stuck in traffic, with a ravenous appetite, we headed home and wolfed down the meal (that was supposed to be eaten with poise?) hahahha!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we end up with bulging stomachs and ruined diets. Yea, blame it on the pacman and the traffic ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-113836412283652969?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/113836412283652969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=113836412283652969&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/113836412283652969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/113836412283652969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/01/slow-torture.html' title='Slow Torture'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-113803181650717126</id><published>2006-01-23T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T00:01:23.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Geisha</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: Please don't read this post if you're having high hopes of this movie. I am in no way connected to the Anti-Geisha Club. Hahaha!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching this movie, i can therefore conclude, that a great story entrusted to the wrong hands make things disastrous. Whileas a normal story, given to a great writer, makes a masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had heeded to warnings prior watching this movie, thus i had opted to watch it via dvd. Instincts never prove me wrong as my bro and i bought this from the D mall. ^^ The story was a fast tracked motion of the book, nevertheless didn't leave out the important points of the book. The movie lasted a long while and sometimes i needed to explain to my bros what was really happening coz they didn't seem to understand what was happening. If one read the book, he'd better understand the scenarios presented in the movie. Well i glad that i did, coz i appreciated the book more. And i'm glad the book came out first before the movie. Coz if it was the other way around, i don't think the book will become a bestseller. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to the rest of ya still waiting for the movie to be shown, the advice i'll give is the same as the advice given by a friend: you should watch it, but don't expect so much out of it. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-113803181650717126?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/113803181650717126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=113803181650717126&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/113803181650717126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/113803181650717126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/01/memoirs-of-geisha.html' title='Memoirs of a Geisha'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-113782134738536272</id><published>2006-01-21T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T13:29:07.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wounded for Heaven's Sake</title><content type='html'>Just found a really awesome paraphrase of a Bible verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;    You're blessed when you are out of options, and all you can do is lean on God. Because when you realize your need for God, it is only then that you tap into His immeasurable greatness and goodness.&lt;br /&gt;    You're blessed when you've been stripped of that which is most precious to you. Because only then can you be tenderly embraced by the One most precious to you. (Matt 5:3-5)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why but everytime I read those words, it never fails to inspire me. Considering i've read it already past 10x. That's why i'm going to put it up here. ^^ No matter what happens to my life (whether social - which is absolutely close to zero, work life, personal life, and everything i hold dear), I think He will constantly do away with these things until one day i can completely trust Him with all of these. It's really easy to say that i want to commit everything. But when things are intangible, when things aren't happening the way i like it to be, I still want to hold on to the captain's seat. Its hard, but its worth the try. And if someday that one beautiful gift will be granted me, then i'd like to share it with all of you. Until then, I shall be in the shadows patiently waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's another quote that i really find encouraging, that keeps me going one more mile, one more step, even baby steps at least =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;    Shall I one precious thing withhold&lt;br /&gt;    One beautiful and bright,&lt;br /&gt;    One pure and precious thing withold?&lt;br /&gt;    My child! It cannot be! [Quest for Love]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-113782134738536272?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/113782134738536272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=113782134738536272&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/113782134738536272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/113782134738536272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/01/wounded-for-heavens-sake.html' title='Wounded for Heaven&apos;s Sake'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-113756106675389626</id><published>2006-01-18T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T13:11:06.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to our One Day Visitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/kexekp.jpg" alt="A StarStruck Pose!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitey/Snowy came yesternight Jan 17, 2006 to our home with his pudgy little feet pattering over our tiles. At first sight, he's a cute little thing, always pestering our old dog Charlie. And since i can't make up what breed he is, i just concluded that he's a pomerainian half hotdog (with his pudgy short feet) ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is very much endeared to all of us (except my dad who likes German Shepherds). Even to good ole' Charlie who for the life of him still acts like an old pervert and never tires out of trying to hump him. But he's a jolly good fella. Three shouting matches with him and he learns fast (plus a couple of flying newspapers). Hehe.. Once again i'm amazed at how babies are so inquisitive and lively. They go all around wanting to meddle with all stuffs. Old Charlie can't even cope up with his attitude and often will retire to his post to sleep. This little one will keep on bugging you and he is indeed "matakaw" when it comes to beef (We're the type of owners who spoil the dogs so much and don't care on their well being ^^) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I can't keep him. Well there are several reasons for that matter:&lt;br /&gt;1. My mom will overfeed him as usual&lt;br /&gt;2. My mom will make him into an exhibitionist and will dangle him with 2 paws (yes its scary. i've seen her done that to charlie and other unfortunate dogs)&lt;br /&gt;3. My mom will make "sabunot" to his beautiful fur when she's angry (yea, its also done with charlie)&lt;br /&gt;4. I can't do anything with my mom's attitude. No amount of shouting match will ever do. ^^&lt;br /&gt;5. Old charlie has fleas that might infest him also&lt;br /&gt;6. I can't for the life of me train him to pee on the newspaper again! (That entailing me to get up at 5:30am to wait on "his majesty" to go about his businesS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I am sparing the little chap with much misfortune and decided that i shouldn't keep him. Other owners more worthier of being called owners should own him. Good bye Whitey! It was really nice of you to drop by our home and befriend our old chap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Old Charlie kinda lost his appetite during lunch hour. He kept sniffing you out in ur little chair where you sheltered urself last night from his "exploits" on you. Awwww.... He Misses You!! We all miss you!! Hope you find your destined owner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-113756106675389626?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/113756106675389626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=113756106675389626&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/113756106675389626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/113756106675389626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/01/tribute-to-our-one-day-visitor.html' title='A Tribute to our One Day Visitor'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-113747504559813559</id><published>2006-01-17T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T20:17:44.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweeter Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sweet Song Beckons (Based on Homer's Odyssey)&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Ulysses cut a powerful figure as he stood on the deck of his grat ship. The afternoon sun shimmered off the water as he strode about the ship with grace and dignity. Ulysses' every move was carefully observed by the helmsman who labored logn and hard for nothing more than the approving eye of his noble captain.&lt;br /&gt;     "Steady as she goes!" Ulysses boomed, his voice filling the salty air.&lt;br /&gt;     "Yes, sir!" was the helmsman ready reply.&lt;br /&gt;     After giving the command, the captain turned his iron gaze to the starboard side where land was just now coming into view. Neither the screeching gulls overhead, nor the rhythmic splash of water against the ship's side, diverted Ulysses' attention from what lay just ahead. The smell of adventure was in the air; everything was just as Ulysses liked it. Then, amidst his reverie came a voice arresting his attention.&lt;br /&gt;     "Captain!"&lt;br /&gt;     The noble leader quickly turned to find a worried seaman, eyes filled with trepidation and lips rattling with anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;     "Captain!" He again blared, his whole face ablaze with horror.&lt;br /&gt;     "Settle down!" Ulysses softly commanded, "take a deep breath and tell me what's the matter!"&lt;br /&gt;     The entire crew within earshot had stopped and gathered round to hear the outcome of this all-important conversation.&lt;br /&gt;     "Uh..we..ah..!" he sputtered, "well.. uh.. you see, sir!"&lt;br /&gt;     Ulysses grabbed him by the collar, yanked him wthin inches of his furrowed brow and demanded, "Come on lad, if you value your life, speak!"&lt;br /&gt;     The drama built as the petrified first mate raised a quivering finger due north and stuttered, "The Sirens, sir!"&lt;br /&gt;     Ulysses' face drew tight and a woeful sigh was heard about the ship. The Siren mermaids were just ahead, ready to sing their irresistibly enchanting song and cause the bewitched sailors to steer their vessel onto the rocks. The song of the Sirens was so sweet, so alluring, no red-blooded man could resist it. Ulysses had to act quicly  - while wisdom still remained.&lt;br /&gt;     "Those devilish mermaids won't get us!" he announced to his fearful crew. "That's right!" That lovely, luscious, melodious music played by those beauiful mermaids wont' have its way with us. No shipwreck for us today, lads!"&lt;br /&gt;     But even as Ulysses pondered the intoxicating musicm, he felt his wisdom slipping. He was gripped by a magnetic urge to hear just a short strain of the legendary song of the mermaids. &lt;br /&gt;     "Maybe we could try and miss the rocks? NO!" He chided himself, "NO! It does this to all captains who pass by. They all think they can resist, but then lose their senses and follow the sweet music to their deaths upon the jagged rocks, while the mermaids scoff from above. NO!"&lt;br /&gt;     Ulysses ran to the bow of the ship, turned and bellowed for all the crewmen to hear.&lt;br /&gt;     "We are mere men, unable to resist the promise of sweet love in the mermaids' song. The Sirens have baited every ship before us with their songs, and every time the ships have crashed against the rocks upon which the Sirens sit. But not this time, my friends. We will not fall to their temptation; indeed, we will not even allow ourselves to be tempted!"&lt;br /&gt;     "I want every sailor to take some of this beeswax and put it in your ears so u can hear nothing. And tie me to the mast!"&lt;br /&gt;     His crew looked at each other in bewilderment.&lt;br /&gt;     "You heard me!" He shouted again, "Tie me to the mast! And tie me tight and fast!"&lt;br /&gt;     The sun angrily beat down as the disciplined crew rushed about the ship responding to Ulysses' orders. And none too soon had they crammed the wax into their ears and finished tying their Captain to the mast, but the beautiful and intoxicatin glove song of the Siren mermaids began to softly fill the air. The Siren's song, in all its passion and wonder, greeted the ship across the water as a warm fire greets cold hands on a winter's day.&lt;br /&gt;     The crew was oblivious - all except Ulysses who, while tied to the mast, had no wax to stop the music. Ulysses' blood ran hot with passion. "Untie me!" he screamed in anguish, "Please untie me! I command you to untie me... please, I beg you."&lt;br /&gt;     But the crewmen could not hear and had been commanded not to read his lips. The song grew louder and lovelier, and Ulysses groaned with sheer physical desire. He then began to scream lika a madman for someone to heed his orders and turn the ship towards the source of that sweet, lustful music. Ulysses threatened the plank, Cyclops feedings and various other forms of torture as the ship passed the Sirens' rocky coastline, and then finally beyond the reach of their song.&lt;br /&gt;     An exhausted Ulysses, his face a deep scarlet from the struggle, finally was untied and fell limp upon the ship's deck.&lt;br /&gt;     "Why?" he moaned with his remaining strength, "Why does it seem that the things I desire most in this life lead to my destruction? Why must I be restrained form something so beautiful? The mast is my savior this day from my headlong craving for that sweet by deadly song of the Siren mermaids!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Too many times we've tried to face our problems/temptations headlong, with our own strength, and face it, if we had "me" as our master, yea things will go as expected. Things will go alright. But inside, you feel so burned out, burned out with the ropes that tie us down, with the constant restrain of being good. The "mast" being our savior is actually something so cruel, so mean as to forbid us to have something that we really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sweeter Song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;em&gt;Not far behind the ship of Ulysses came another great ship. These sailors also realized the dangers of the Sirens and the rocks upon which they sat.&lt;br /&gt;     "Captain Orpheus," the first mate enthusiastically declared, "the sweet song of the Sirens lies just ahead!"&lt;br /&gt;     With that announcement, the crew cheered and the great Orpheus smiled. All aroudn the ship, crewmen's voices rang with excitement. The part of the voyage that they longed for was soon at hadn. In fact, there were some fo the ship who had come along just to hear the music.&lt;br /&gt;     With a knowing smile, the dauntless Captain received a beautifully adorned case from his cabin boy. The acclaimed Orpheus carefully removed the priceless instrument as the crewmen stood nearby with bated breath. Then, with princely grace, he lifted the instrument above his head with a gesture of victory, while the crew around him whistled with enthrusiasim.&lt;br /&gt;     "Play it, Captain!" chered the helmsman.&lt;br /&gt;     "Come on, great Captain Orpheus, play it!" whooped the enthusiastic first mate.&lt;br /&gt;     All eyes were transfixed upon their hero. Captain Orpheus took his stance and began to masterfully play the most perfect music men's ears had ever heard. Each crewman became lost in the reverie of the song.&lt;br /&gt;     All too soon the Siren coastline was out of sight and the Maater musician concluded the song that he himself had composed. Not a single man aboard the ship was temted by the Siren's melody. In fact, no one even noticed it. Though the mermaids' music was alluring and sweet, the superb Orpheus played for his crew.... a sweeter song.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     A stark contrast on how both crew were able to overcome temptation. One was by restriction, restraint, with sad, fearful and hollow hearts. The second ship came with victory. They even were enthusiastic to hear the music. But it wasn't the sirens' music they were anticipating, but the music their master captain had in mind for them. The Sweeter Song played by the great master Orpheus. Similarly, our life would be quite different: simpler, more beautiful if we had just let the Master handle our cares and worries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-113747504559813559?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/113747504559813559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=113747504559813559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/113747504559813559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/113747504559813559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2006/01/sweeter-song.html' title='The Sweeter Song'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-113716822647157104</id><published>2006-01-13T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T00:03:46.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letting go - from Zahir Paulo Coelho</title><content type='html'>it would be better to lick my wounds, as i had also done in the past. for a while, i'll think obsessively about her, i'll become embittered, i'll bore my friends because all i ever talk about is my wife leaving me. I'll try to justify what happened, spend days and nights reviewing every moment spent by her side. i'll concede that she was too hard on me, eventhough i always tried to do my best. i'll find other women. when i walk down the street, i'll keep seeng women who could be her. i'll suffer day and night, night and day. this could take weeks, months, possibliy a year or more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until one morning, i'll wake up and find i'm thinking about something else, and then i'll know the worst is over. my heart might be bruised, but it will recover and become capable of seeng the beauty of life once more. it's happened before, it will happen again i'm sure. when someone leaves, its because soemeone else is about to arrive. i'll find love again.. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-113716822647157104?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-113637357470695904</id><published>2006-01-04T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T13:51:43.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a most funny thing whilst driving..</title><content type='html'>i was about to snooze off awhile ago when my bro was driving... then suddenly, this thing appeared before us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/jufiti.jpg" width=410 height=162 alt="isuzu... one of a kind"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the next time you buy an Isuzu (as a taxi).. think first for your passengers.. hahahhaha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-113637357470695904?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/113637357470695904/comments/default' 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src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-113612786748866534</id><published>2006-01-01T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T23:04:27.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jim Elliot's New Year Prayer</title><content type='html'>I pray that the Lord might crown this year with His &lt;br /&gt;goodness and in the coming one give you a &lt;br /&gt;hallowed dare-devil spirit in lifting the biting sword &lt;br /&gt;of Truth, consuming you with a passion that is &lt;br /&gt;called by the cultured citizen of &lt;br /&gt;Christendom 'fanaticism', but known to God as that &lt;br /&gt;saintly madness that led His Son through bloody &lt;br /&gt;sweat and hot tears to agony on a rude Cross---&lt;br /&gt;and Glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Elliot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-113591584897580515</id><published>2005-12-30T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T12:10:48.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a little something</title><content type='html'>Just did a little doodleing during a sunday sermon... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a car needing gas to run&lt;br /&gt;Humans were created to run on God&lt;br /&gt;Satan then made man believe that&lt;br /&gt;Humans can run on their sinful want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When humans embraced this idea&lt;br /&gt;By eating the fruit forbidden&lt;br /&gt;They were on the downhill path hence&lt;br /&gt;Craving for things they thought would bring joy,&lt;br /&gt;Like a child craving for Frito Lay's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God still wanted to cure&lt;br /&gt;This sick patient overfed with unnecessary food.&lt;br /&gt;By supplying them with a prickly conscience&lt;br /&gt;That continually gives them the correct sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans continued to be stubborn&lt;br /&gt;And rendered his conscience forlorn.&lt;br /&gt;Thus God didn't have any other choice&lt;br /&gt;But to send His Son to set the pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfair! Man raises his voice against Him&lt;br /&gt;Son of Man, Son of God, who gave you right to rule?&lt;br /&gt;We can't match his Godly sample!&lt;br /&gt;Even all angels were perplexed,&lt;br /&gt;at the distorted view of humans vexed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen,&lt;br /&gt;a man saving a fellow man from sinking?&lt;br /&gt;He has a foot planted firmly on solid ground&lt;br /&gt;While the other foot, on the ground as the sinking one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus He came, partly God, partly man,&lt;br /&gt;to save us, ungrateful us, &lt;br /&gt;from our polluted way of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;And deliver us from our prior folly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~inspired by C.S. Lewis' Mere Christianity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-113591584897580515?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/113591584897580515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=113591584897580515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/113591584897580515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/113591584897580515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-little-something.html' title='just a little something'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-113414725664662946</id><published>2005-12-10T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T00:54:16.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a nice reading</title><content type='html'>Holy friendship has no looks but what are simple and modest, no caresses but those that are pure and sincere, no sighs but for heaven, no familiarities but those of the soul, no complaints but that God is not loved, the infallible signs of purity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worldly friendship confuses the judgment.. Holy friendship has a clear light and does not seek to hide itself, appearing willingly before good men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we see a man dress himself out and draw near to flatter and wheedle, and whisper in the ears of a woman with no pretension to lawful marriage, without doubt it is in order to incite her to impurity; and a virtuous woman will close her ears to the voice of the charmer who seeks to enchant her; but if she hearken to him, what an ominous sign it is of the future loss of her heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young people who indulge in looks and caresses, or speak in words in which they would be unwilling to be surprised (i.e., overheard) by their fathers, mothers, husbands or wives, bear witness that their conduct is not that of honor and conscience. The Virgin Mary was troubled on seeing an angel in human form because she was alone, and he praised her greatly although his praise was heavenly. O saviour of the world! Purity fears an angel in the form of a man; why then does not purity fear a man even in angelic form, when he pours forth praises sensual and human?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(New York: Joseph E. WAgner, Inc., 1923), 176-78&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-113414725664662946?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/113414725664662946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=113414725664662946&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/113414725664662946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/113414725664662946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/12/nice-reading.html' title='a nice reading'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-113116830677228423</id><published>2005-11-05T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T23:09:40.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Caliraya Adventure..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/fc79yb.jpg" width=410 height=831 alt="Have fun readin'"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-113116830677228423?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/113116830677228423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=113116830677228423&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/113116830677228423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/113116830677228423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-caliraya-adventure.html' title='My Caliraya Adventure..'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-113115225711786476</id><published>2005-11-05T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T08:57:37.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Digesting Joshua Harris (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>This is my second time  I read "I Kissed Dating Goodbye". I wanted to be reminded of my goal in finding a life partner. It isn't the temporary, fleeting feeling of being in love, because in doing so, I wreck havoc on my soul, mind, and spirit. I had finished all of J. Harris' collection, but somehow, I can't move on to my other books to be read (Chronicles of Narnia) w/o first looking back and picking grains of wisdom gained from the first book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I can't entertain dating again coz in doing so I shall give part of my heart to someone again. Taht won't pose a problem now but it will later, when I'm about to be married to the man destined for me. The question will be "What is left of my heart to give to him?" In my selfish quest for temporary enjoyment, I will deprive myself and my future hubby of the precious gift of love, because only a few portion of my heart maybe left. In conjunction, I selfishly take parts of other peoploe's hearts that wasn't meant to be mine. And this I deeply regret. Hopefully they can forgive me but damage still has been done. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, purity is a must. There had to be more to it than "don't have sex" and "date only Christians". Purity is the symbol of love/care. It shows how much you care for your partner by sacrificing inner cravings and therefore protect him/her. "Deciding not to date till I'm ready for marriage" - that should be the correct mindset for this matter. In defining love, we must quote the Book of all books to give the perfect definition: (1 Jn 4:10-11) "This is love: not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. Dear friends,since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another". Thus, we are commanded to love our brothers and sisters, just the way how God loved us. I don't have the right to ask a person's exclusive attention and affection if I'm not ready for marriage. True love isn't expressed in passionately whispered words or an intimate kiss or an embrace; before two people are married, "LOVE is EXPRESSED in SELF CONTROL, PATIENCE, even words can be left unsaid" Some quotes i found true:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When we put God's glory and the needs of others our priority, we position ourselves to receive the greatest joy in our lives " &lt;br /&gt;So what are the things we are to receive as our blessings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True friendship, peace, joy, fulfillment in serving God as a single will be what's in store for us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When a relationship is pursued with a Godly set of values and high standards, we preserve both the feelings and purity of the other person. And if it doesn't work out, at least both parties will still feel respected and their dignity intact and their conscience clear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Deepening intimacy without defining a level of commitment is dangerous. Even if its not physical intimacy. Thus: The joy of intimacy should be the reward of commitment and not the other way around"&lt;br /&gt; - this provides the destination of our relationships. Relationships shouldn't be pursued because it is fun. Although our culture dictates otherwise, Mr Morris (from Tuesdays with Morrie) says: "We have to be strong enough to say that if the culture doesn't work, don't buy it" Appropiracy is the term in having relationship with the opposite sex. We need to identify which settings are appropriate and which are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next he defines the habits that make our present generation dating go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Habits of Highly Defective Dating&lt;br /&gt;1. Dating tends to skip the friendship stage of a relationship&lt;br /&gt; - one on one dating has the tendency to move a guy and girl beyond friendship and toward romance too quickly.&lt;br /&gt; - intimacy without friendship is superficial&lt;br /&gt;2. Dating often mistakes a physical relationship for love&lt;br /&gt; - couples tend to ignore the reality fo considering the other as life partner. Instead, they focus on the demands of the present.&lt;br /&gt; - God demands our purity not just because He's holy, but because He does it for our own good. He knows we'll carry our memories fo past physical involvement in marriage. Guild and regret is what He's shielding us from.&lt;br /&gt;3. Dating often isolates a couple from other vital relationships&lt;br /&gt; - we often selfishly cut ourselves from those who would serve as our protectors and our guide. Thus when problems beset us, we have no one to turn to except our clouded judgement.&lt;br /&gt;4. Dating can distract us from our primary responsibility of preparing for the future - God may want us to do something else. Instead of serving, instead of equipping ourselves with the character, education, experience necessary to succeed in life, we are blinded by the present needs emphasized by dating.&lt;br /&gt; - dating may help us practice being a good gf/bf, butthese are not the skills we need for marriage.. Even if we're currently going out with the person we'll one day marry, the preoccupation of being the perfect BF or GF can hinder us from being the future husband/wife that person will one day need.&lt;br /&gt;5. Dating can cause discontentment with God's gift of Singleness&lt;br /&gt; - of this i am guilty of. Currently i am having an inner battle with regards to missing someone whose indifferent to me. This versus the state of being happy with my singleness. A string of uncommitted dating relationships isn't the gift! God gives us Singleness - a season in our life for boundless opportunities for growth, learnign and service. Dating lets us focus on something we currently don't have!&lt;br /&gt;6. Dating can create an artificial environment for evaluating another person's character.&lt;br /&gt; - rule of the thumb is: friendship first! Real life is what's important!&lt;br /&gt;7. Dating often becomes an end to itself&lt;br /&gt; - there's no commitment, no movement! Dating becomes a limbo instead of a Bridge from friendship to marriage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-113115225711786476?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/113115225711786476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=113115225711786476&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/113115225711786476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/113115225711786476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/11/digesting-joshua-harris-part-1.html' title='Digesting Joshua Harris (Part 1)'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-113107684385774216</id><published>2005-11-04T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T12:16:52.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alloween festivities and the sorts</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/fbc2rn.jpg" alt="Halloween Festivities"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-113107684385774216?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/113107684385774216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=113107684385774216&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/113107684385774216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/113107684385774216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/11/alloween-festivities-and-sorts.html' title='alloween festivities and the sorts'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-113107066916295691</id><published>2005-11-04T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T10:17:49.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An ode to a lost friendship</title><content type='html'>There's one person that i've hurt oh so much&lt;br /&gt;Must've thought I'm such a big bad girl.&lt;br /&gt;Well so in fact I am.&lt;br /&gt;Thru many trials and problems,&lt;br /&gt;Was there to give me strength,&lt;br /&gt;to cheer me up in the midst of gloom.&lt;br /&gt;Assurance that i'm the sweetest person,&lt;br /&gt;even when i'm in the most rebellious mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what did i give in return?&lt;br /&gt;A harsh meanness was what i've shown.&lt;br /&gt;Heart I've broken, and repeatedly still.&lt;br /&gt;And i now wonder how he could withstand it all.&lt;br /&gt;Distance and space he respectfully gave,&lt;br /&gt;To an undeserving, mean little child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when circumstances turned a little rough,&lt;br /&gt;And this little menace had just enough.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the going ons, the voices and the guilt,&lt;br /&gt;She has decided once for all to end the tale.&lt;br /&gt;Wished for escape and made wrong turns,&lt;br /&gt;on the narrow path that she was once treading upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now alas what has happened?&lt;br /&gt;Love she cannot freely give,&lt;br /&gt;A cold shoulder to his warm embrace.&lt;br /&gt;To the One above she entrusts all things,&lt;br /&gt;Since a mess she created, she cannot mend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now after time has pass,&lt;br /&gt;healed the scars, &lt;br /&gt;and hopefully,&lt;br /&gt;for friendship to bloom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-113107066916295691?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-113060181046578523</id><published>2005-10-30T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T00:18:24.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishie fishie.. where are you??</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/f2v6ty.jpg" width="300" height="380" alt="thump thump thump"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;die fishies!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-113060181046578523?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/113060181046578523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=113060181046578523&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/113060181046578523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/113060181046578523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/10/fishie-fishie-where-are-you.html' title='Fishie fishie.. where are you??'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-112939336822929933</id><published>2005-10-16T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T22:00:16.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>t analogy</title><content type='html'>remembering the tale..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;there was once an old man who kept on breaking his rice bowl. the son and his wife were so frustrated by his dad's behavior of knocking his ricebowl that one day, both decided to give him a wooden bowl instead. Thus everytime the old man knocked his ricebowl, it didn't break. This matter pleased the couple becoz it saved them lots of money. Thus this practice went on for years. One day, the dad caught his son looking at wooden ricebowl and asked his son what he was thinking. Without hesitation, the son replied, "Why, i was thinking of giving you a wooden ricebowl one day when you get old! just like what you're giving to granddad!!" Filled with remorse, the dad immediately threw the wooden ricebowl and changed it to their normal ricebowl for eating&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now applying this to my own life today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered the time i bought the cellfone for my dad.. it was his birthday then and i was really excited to give him the fone.. as a matter of fact, even though i knew that he was really not that careful in handling things.. ie. accidentally dropping the cellfone.. quite frequently.. yet i was still excited to give him his new cellfone.. everything went quite well.. well until today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today marks the day when my dad's cellfone was snatched from him under his nose in an escalator in Sta Lucia East Grand Mall.. at first i had mixed reaction when my mom told me to buy another cellfone for him.. but i just remembered the tale of the wooden bowl and the old man.. and i just think to myself.. "Geesh.. i have only one dad and I don't think that scrimping on him will be any justice to what he has given me so far.. so what the heck.." ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-112939336822929933?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/112939336822929933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=112939336822929933&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112939336822929933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112939336822929933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/10/t-analogy.html' title='t analogy'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-112929540941465889</id><published>2005-10-14T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T21:10:09.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The seduction test?!?!!? whoa!!!</title><content type='html'>and to think i was sleepy when i took the test.. hehee.. here's some entertainment for you guys... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: Au Natural&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/au-natural.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rank up there with your seduction skills, though you might not know it.&lt;br /&gt;That's because you're a natural at seduction. You don't realize your power!&lt;br /&gt;The root of your natural seduction power: your innocence and optimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who happily plays around and creates a unique little world.&lt;br /&gt;Little do you know that your personal paradise is so appealing that it sucks people in.&lt;br /&gt;You find joy in everything - so is it any surprise that people find joy in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring back the inner child in everyone you meet with your sincere and spontaneous ways.&lt;br /&gt;Your childlike (but not childish) behavior also inspires others to care for you.&lt;br /&gt;As a result, those who you befriend and date tend to be incredibly loyal to you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Seducer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-112929540941465889?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/112929540941465889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=112929540941465889&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112929540941465889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112929540941465889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/10/seduction-test-whoa.html' title='The seduction test?!?!!? whoa!!!'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-112877696057854716</id><published>2005-10-08T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T21:09:20.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhhh... massage...</title><content type='html'>at least warehouse releasing process is a bit faster now.. thank God.. but still the inventory's on hold for those backlogs.. hopefully next week will look brighter.. &lt;br /&gt;feeling so super duper duper sleepy nowww... went for a massage and a foot soak after a tiring week... and i have to say.. if you're body is indeed stressed out.. a relaxing massage is a very very good treat.. see ya'll in dreamland... zzzzzzzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-112877696057854716?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/112877696057854716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=112877696057854716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112877696057854716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112877696057854716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/10/ahhhh-massage.html' title='ahhhh... massage...'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-112868991343919429</id><published>2005-10-07T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T20:58:33.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to post or not to post..</title><content type='html'>graveh.. am super drained and super tired and super darned sleepy already... My cuzin n i were tasked to straighten out the inventory of our age old system within 15 or so days.. we are currently in our 3rd day and there's still soooo soo sooo much to catch up on.. no one's cooperating.. serials are missing!! grrr... such and such contributes to backlog.. and as if that's not enough, our communication server just went down!! grrrr... double triple grrrr... but at least it went up already after awhile.. duhhh... another contribution to backlog... sigh sigh sigh.. will these ever end??? plus still have a paper pending for doc roxas.. haven't started yet... hope to start soon.. my arse'll surely be duped after this... huhuhu!! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-112868991343919429?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/112868991343919429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=112868991343919429&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112868991343919429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112868991343919429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/10/to-post-or-not-to-post.html' title='to post or not to post..'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-112791070572616307</id><published>2005-09-28T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T00:00:57.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EB with Tsinoyans</title><content type='html'>First time donkey got bold and met up with complete strangers... Though am kinda comfortable with my own shell.. =D Was surprised that some people even made their way from the farthest part of the philippines just to be in the gathering.. so am glad was part of it. ^^ But thanks to the organizers, the EB was a blast!! so as to speak, people are so friendly and kind.. wonderful to have met those people... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/dyauzs.jpg" width="400" height="480" alt="Sino type nyo?"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Tsinoy.com poses... one.. two.. click!! Guess who's who!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-112791070572616307?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/112791070572616307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=112791070572616307&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112791070572616307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112791070572616307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/09/eb-with-tsinoyans.html' title='EB with Tsinoyans'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-112749181864859307</id><published>2005-09-24T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T19:53:02.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looked forward to this day...</title><content type='html'>After all the exercise had paid off... this is what i did as a VERY GREAT REWARD... harharharharhar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate at circles and had every dish to our heart's content! the best dish there was gelatto!!! hehehe!! corny noh? guess have a sweet tooth of some sort.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This is my 3rd try in this area... and i have to say.. GELATTO IS SUPERB!!! drroooollll....&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-112749181864859307?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/112749181864859307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=112749181864859307&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112749181864859307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112749181864859307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/09/looked-forward-to-this-day.html' title='Looked forward to this day...'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-112740639534739634</id><published>2005-09-23T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T11:46:07.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of Berlin!</title><content type='html'>At long last! an update! had to tear myself away from my book awhile to update me blog.. hehe.. here are the eyecandies for you guys! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/dx23gx.jpg" width="375" height="300" alt="Berlin Views"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Spectacular Berlin Views and CAR!!! Whew!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/dx234m.jpg" width="375" height="325" alt="Donkey Spree @ Berlin"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me n Berlin! Besides impressive architectures, they have also tons of cute guys and gals.. The girl there in the pic is quite a biggie!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures "unedited version" of Berlin:&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/4964163/edit_samsung.zip.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-112740639534739634?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/112740639534739634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=112740639534739634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112740639534739634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112740639534739634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/09/pictures-of-berlin.html' title='Pictures of Berlin!'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-112615668079334558</id><published>2005-09-08T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T13:18:00.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theft.. =(</title><content type='html'>Sad to say though, there's some theft that happened in our place.. Kakainis coz it wasn't discovered until 2months later.. Actually it was only discovered yesterday.. the thief was our Credit Investigator who wanted to "si thao lo" before and wanted to get the compensation. But what company in their right mind would allow that? If you want to go, then go, without the compensation, if the company fires u, then u get compensation.. maybe it only happens in the Philippines..(or not..) In connection, he was made to be a temporary secretary coz the secretary had to be assigned somewhere else for the meantime. The "gwakaw" stole money day by day and didn't even feel ashamed! He also brought repossessed motorcycles to his own house! And even worse, he met our manager a while ago and boldly confessed all these stuffs coz "he wasn't treated rightly". We were like dumbfounded by his bold attitude regarding the entire matter.. have yet to find out if they were able to catch him or not.. he's a really bad guy.. i personally didn't like him from the start. Very loud and not able to perform well to his duties.. Sigh.. hope God would be able to help us out of this mess..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-112615668079334558?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/112615668079334558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=112615668079334558&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112615668079334558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112615668079334558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/09/theft.html' title='Theft.. =('/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-112600310087053232</id><published>2005-09-06T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T22:03:35.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Experience with Hitlers... ^^</title><content type='html'>Am still sleepy from the trip.. but gotta blog this for old time's sake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother still didn't put up my old computer for fixing so have to use this uber slow laptop to blog. Nothing wrong there i suppose, unless i decide to bring out the pictures for the trip.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day: (Sept 30 / Philippine time)&lt;br /&gt;Spent the hours at the internet SQ's lounge (still in the Philippines), then had a 3 hour flight to Singapore, then toured SQ's airline before retiring to the lounge and eating their buffet (yum!) then spent another 16hours on board to frankfurt (went to their lounge even at the last minute just to sit in their seats!! Confirmed that luggage is safely @ iChang, then spent another 1 1/2 hour flight to berlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when the nightmare begins... When we got to the teeny weeny airport of Berlin, majority of our luggages (6 of us, including the reporters luggage, were left in Frankfurt!) i really hate change planes.. 2 of us were wise enough and claimed 50euro each! geeesh.. the rest of us didn't know there was such a policy (we only knew when my cousin told me after reaching the hotel) (very very mad with the airline.. purposedly didn't inform us..) and hurriedly got our stuffs towards the hotel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel Konigin was located east part of Berlin, Parkstratz, pronounced as "Parkstratze" or Park Street (its situated in the suburban area) lights in the hallway only light up when you walk past it. Not a very accessible place. Taxi drivers and bus drivers alike are at a loss when going there (there are 2-3 Parkstratz in Berlin.. sigh). Armed with only a nightkit from the airline (an XL T-shirt with some toiletries) and no complementary water from the hotel (the damned hotel doesn't serve complementary stuffs.. all require payment.. what a cheapskate..) i just went straight to sleep without thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Day: (Sept 30 / German time)&lt;br /&gt;Really pissed off when i found out that their outlet was the round type thing.. You see, i brought along a complete set of adapters, except that one.. so I really have to conserve my cellfone life.. None of the group brought that type of adapter either.. Was itchin to have breakfast (woke up 7am coz my body clock hasn't adjusted and my throat is really really parched.. (and to imagine i brought a luggage of water coz can't survive without water..) Had breakfast at last.. had to do with sausages, eggs, cheeze, and cold salmon.. glugged down all their milk.. (everything tastes great if you're thirsty). My cousin had a brief encounter with the waitress' "hospitality". She asked an elderly waitress to please refill the cream and was bluntly told to "leave it there". My cousin was really pissed off but just shrugged the matter off. She was later told that some German people were still racist.. (I think it applies with the older bunch. The younger bunch were more accomodating than their older counterparts..) Luggage arrived around 11am.. Luggage at last!! The rest of the day was spent doing some sightseeing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the buzy (restaurants and sightseeing) Unter den Linden, &lt;br /&gt;2. the parliamentary dome Reichstag - where you can see the parliament in session (but wasn't able to go in), &lt;br /&gt;3. the Brandenburg Gate, where the Goddess of Victory was erected, (just found out that the wide open gate in the middle was reserved for the monarch to pass through, with the common people were allowed to pass through the other four). &lt;br /&gt;4. the breathtaking Berlin Cathedral (heard it was a miniature replica of St. Peter's basilica. duno if its true). Now i read that its a "Protestant answer to Catholic Rome". Germany has a Protestant population, or so i heard.. they charge 7 euros per admission!! geesh.. but didn't go in anyways..&lt;br /&gt;5. the buzy shopping center of Potsdamer Platz, (had lunch consisting of raw herring sandwich... not a bad combination..)&lt;br /&gt;6. the Europa Center, where Sony Center and Mercedes Building can be found. And also it houses the largest shopping center can be found.&lt;br /&gt;7. and walking a distance turns us to Weltkugelbrunnen, where the church that lasted beyond WWII can be found.&lt;br /&gt;8. forgot that we also saw the TV station with a revolving restaurant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner, we went to the nearest Korean restaurant Called "Arirang" (like the channel in Home cable?) because our host was of Korean origin.. yumyum!! My first taste of sang giop chai, sou-jou (real good!), and a tall glass of beer!! hehe.. btw, Arirang stands for some tragic or sad thing.. (if my memory serves me correctly..) at least there's some Asian food in the midst of European cheeze n sausage!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Day: &lt;br /&gt;Wasted half of the day waiting for the late driver. (That's even worse than Filipino time!!) We already noticed that people here are really relaxed! Had an afternoon cruise around the City.. What seemed to be boring to most of us might be a sense of enjoyment for most of the people there! And they love their sun. If people here hide and shun the sun, the people there really take in all the sun! Literally!! We saw people lazing around the grass sunbathing! (I even read in the airline magazine that people here can have an excuse from work just to take in the sun..) Maybe that's understandable coz they only had few months with the sun, pretty much like we have practically no "snow" here in the Philippines, so they relish their moments with the sun.. Other than, saw more and more architectures of Berlin.. One more fact, Berlin only has roughly 3million people.. What a shame, coz they really have lots of land there. While in the Philippines, i think we will already hit 20million already.. hehe.. talk about population explosion.. The restaurants only have 2, the most 3 waiters, and they're really efficient! They remember all our orders and can lift many glasses of tall beers!! =D One more observation, young German men and women are really good looking.. Learned that some Germans were dumb with math (they exist).. My cousin brought a battery for 4 euros, she gave him all the euro coins she had and he only got 2 euros.. Mr. Binggoy gave him 2 euros and he even rejected it!! hehe.. Later reconfirmed my hypothesis coz one of the Media group changed a hundred dollar bill for euros at the hotel reception and you know how much he gave in return? 110 euros!! whahahhahaha!! I should've changed my dollars there too!! hahaha!! =D =D Ate dinner at a local Italian restaurant where i got to taste different kinds of hard drinks.. and beer of course!! =D a sip wouldn't be bad right? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Day:&lt;br /&gt;Wasted again, half of the day for the late bus driver once again (he was late for 1.5hours!) .. now people were really pissed off coz today is IFA day. Its a convention where we get to see the IFA (a lot like Glorietta magnified 7fold) Exhibits of different brands were there but the really particularly nice booth was of Samsung. Sony's display lost hands down to Samsung.. (like nothing beats the Samsung booth!) very self explanatory and they have tons of plasmas and digital stuff!! Had dinner at Ritz Carlton hotel. Dinner was a blast!! Duck liver was scrumptuous! The waiters were really bent on having a practised performance.. imagine 6 waiters having to circle your table and giving your food at the same time! They want everything to go well.. Had a live Bond show where all the men were drooling over and also the funny Cooks show where 4 cook performers enchant you with their comedic act with the beat of their knives beating upon the chopping board.. After that, we had a last day bonding with other dealers with beers and fruit juices for me n my cuz.. heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th Day:&lt;br /&gt;Done with last minute shopping and explored our hotel surroundings. Gave the driver a dose of his own medicine.. purposedly went to the bus half and hour late. =D When we reached the airport, went straight to the information to claim the 50 euros. The media people tried their best to explain that it wasn't fair for the two guys to get 50 euros while we weren't informed on this matter. The lady there made lame excuses. Their excuses ranged from a) we should've claimed the night our luggages were lost (geesh.. as if we knew! if we knew, then we would have claimed it!) b) That didn't apply with domestic flights [Frankfurt to Berlin] (Hey, but its still their fault, we came from far away right?) and the lamest c) we should produce receipts of our purchases and they will reimburse that.. (yea right.. there were stores open during the night so that we could buy stuffs... very stupid). But the media people promised they would write stuffs about this.. and that's my only consolation.. i hope they bash 'em real good!! Then I went to the tax free claiming area to claim my tax refund. The girl there bitched me that i should have the item with me before i could get a refund.. i was like "Duh, if someone informed me earlier about this matter, i would have brought the item with me. The manual from the hotel didn't mention any bringing stuffs to the airline to get the tax refund!" The gurl just muttered a few more words and finally gave in.. Geeeesh... people are so crazy over there!! The last stupid experience i had was with my cousin and the Check in personnel. We were rudely cut off by some people who made "siksik" into the line and took so long to check in!! Geesh!! The economy line was faster than the Business line!! Then, the stupid german rudely greeted us: "This is the Business Section of the flight" Like, duh, don't we have eyes to read the thing above their heads? We answered him roughly: "Yea we know" and showed him our tickets. Then, my cousin explicitly told the guy to seat both of us together all throughout the flight from Berlin to Manila.. and guess what the stupid guy did.. he just sat us together the first part of the flight!! What a moron! And to think that we paid so much more to get that kind of treatment! Stupid Lufthansa.. (It's my first time to have that kind of rude treatment.... in a business class!!) I hope the media people get to write some stuffs about that airline...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad our flight was delayed that i wasn't able to stay in IChang's lounge anymore.. sob sob.. Well that ends my babbly narrative.. think i'm having the fumes again after writing these stuffs..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-112600310087053232?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/112600310087053232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=112600310087053232&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112600310087053232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112600310087053232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/09/experience-with-hitlers.html' title='Experience with Hitlers... ^^'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-112537577787577568</id><published>2005-08-30T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T12:22:57.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@ singapore's Raffle lounge</title><content type='html'>Am at singapore stucked with an internet connection!! wheeee!!! screens here are cool!! 17" flat screens!! hihhi!! i ought to get one for myself!! hehe!! it feels so good for the eyes... wonder if i could nenok one of these home.. hehehe!! its only a day and i have already so many blog updates!! will be stuck here in singapore for another 1.5 hours.. so am gonna fatten myself in the lounge and be happy while im at it.. hehehe!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-112537577787577568?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/112537577787577568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=112537577787577568&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112537577787577568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112537577787577568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/08/singapores-raffle-lounge.html' title='@ singapore&apos;s Raffle lounge'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-112535396021919448</id><published>2005-08-30T06:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T06:19:20.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>snoozing @ the lounge</title><content type='html'>this might be my last last entry for the week. woke up 3:45am. Stupid cellfone kept on ringing.. didn't get a good night's sleep. normally i put the fones on silent mode but for emergency last minute purposes, i just kept it at loud. some people just don't care about the time of the hour and keep on sending forwarded messages!! GEEEESH!! am about to cryyyy... now my eyes might look puffy and i look like one over-excited passenger.. imagine, flight is at 8:00am but got at the airport at 5:15am.. talk about overly hyper! and i didn't bring any book with me.. luckily, our tickets are for buzness class.. meaning... i got to laze around THE LOUNGE!! wheeee!!! am even earlier than the employees working here.. hehehe... at least i got some spare time for internet connection right? well as of the moment, that looks like my only last resort for being happy, then i might as well find a comfortable nest to nuzzle my head.. hehe.. sweet dreams everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-112535396021919448?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/112535396021919448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=112535396021919448&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112535396021919448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112535396021919448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/08/snoozing-lounge.html' title='snoozing @ the lounge'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-112531905873035424</id><published>2005-08-29T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T20:37:38.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will be gone for awhile</title><content type='html'>Just confirmed it.. will be going to GERmany... for real!! visa isn't out yet.. still having the bouts with my mom on what bag to bring.. geeesh treating me still like a kid... really hate it... hope i could get back in one piece... sayonara!! heheh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-112531905873035424?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/112531905873035424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=112531905873035424&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112531905873035424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112531905873035424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/08/will-be-gone-for-awhile.html' title='Will be gone for awhile'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-112514663956799929</id><published>2005-08-27T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T20:43:59.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jinxed computer</title><content type='html'>This is probably the best day that the computer decided to malfunction. When i woke up this morning, i was supposed to have my morning exercise but decided against it and opened the computer.. and now facing me is not the infamous blue screen of death (id rather have that though) but sumthing checksum rom error sumthing bla-blah di blah blah. Then, i rebooted the entire system........ nothing.... reboooted again... nothing..... sigh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first phase: call technician and try figure out what the heck is wrong with the thing.. answer: its the motherboard's battery that's giving out and i could buy it at any watch selling store! yippeee!! i could do that after lunch (my thought goes..) lunch came and went, battery bought, battery installed, still dead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second phase: call technician again. techie kindly tells me to bring the damn thing over to have it checked.. (other things went wrong, car battery dead also.. how many things should go wrong before something looks up? =( ) after checking everything, conclusion: motherboard's dead, bought new motherboard (that's 2900+ bucks) its cheap but hope it works! paws crossed, new motherboard installed, brace urselves..... still dead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third phase: brought the entire damn thing to pc corner coz the motherboard's from there, told me to pay 500 bucks for service coz the other parts are not from their store. (wise stupid store, ripped me off 3500 already). Will know on tuesday what the heck is really wrong with the thing. The techie there says suspicion is the powersupply of the entire thing. Geeesh.. that's good news... have to buy another of those stuffs and pay again... spent good money on damn parts.. (farewell to palm zire 72.. for the meantime...) sigh sigh sigh... at least there's the good ole' laptop to type these stuffs... i really owe cheanne alot since i told her that we'll meet up tonight, but guess am really tired of all these things... wanna cry.... waaaaah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson learned: NEVER EVER BUY FROM PC EXPRESS AGAIN! UNLESS ITS SOME ACCESSORY STUFF!! THAT COMPUTER HAS BEEN GIVING ME THE JINXES SINCE I STARTED BUYING IT!!! GEEEESSSSSHHH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-112514663956799929?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/112514663956799929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=112514663956799929&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112514663956799929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112514663956799929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/08/jinxed-computer.html' title='Jinxed computer'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-112506137558845518</id><published>2005-08-26T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T21:02:55.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another of those yadah dayz..</title><content type='html'>must be a really terrible week for me.. have got a terrible cold, (yey.. just a few days from germ and the embassy might not accept me for my "flu") hahah!! then got accused of making "hawa" to my gwa-ma. (in reality, it was my bro who was the culprit..) geesh.. o well.. just have play dumb and pretend not to hear anything.. hehe!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with my former classmate again in makati (coincidence?) hehe.. and learned from her that its not such a great thing to work for accenture anymore.. (coz they won't allow you to go to other places, unlike the previous batches) =( so they're really paid low.. (and they really chase you if you don't stay with them the entire 2 years?) yeeeeesh!! what a sucker.. (proof: my other classmate paid that company when he switched to another company) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i writing this? nothing.. just plain bored of my sickness and i think i'm stuck here (ON A FRIDAY NIGHT!!) geeesh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-112506137558845518?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/112506137558845518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=112506137558845518&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112506137558845518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112506137558845518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/08/another-of-those-yadah-dayz.html' title='another of those yadah dayz..'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-112484615950801823</id><published>2005-08-24T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T09:15:59.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goin to GeRm!</title><content type='html'>Just finished the koreanovela "Attic Cat".. was kinda so-so.. next target.. (HOTELIER)!! hehehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt just confirmed yesterday that i will be the one who will go to germany! Should i feel great? wonderful? hehe.. surprisingly, the feeling is just so-so.. dunno why *maybe i should be smashed with a mallet or sumthing* hihi! hmm.. lemme see... that's 6 more days to prepare for the trip.. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-112484615950801823?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/112484615950801823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=112484615950801823&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112484615950801823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112484615950801823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/08/goin-to-germ.html' title='Goin to GeRm!'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-112434178127855457</id><published>2005-08-18T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T13:09:41.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggie's worst night.. (or best?)</title><content type='html'>Sat down with charlie last night and admired his cuteness.. but in the midst of staring at him.. i started searching for some of his best friends from his furr... and guess what i've found? lots of those icky bitsy little mites wanterin about his huge body... wahkhong ah!! and there were 2 big fat ones around his right ear!! (yaikkksss!!!) its a good thing i had finished my dinner already.. but in the midst of me being soooo disgusted with this huge furball hosting lotsa tiny communities within him.. he seemed to perfectly enjoy himself! thoroughly if i might add... gessh!! what kinda furball is he?? can't even chase xia peng yow (little mice) from eating our bananas and he has to feed those tiny mites in his body!! grrrsh... HAD A longg hot shower after finishing off with him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. my mom and helper still found more mites within him this morning.. yeeeeesssshhhh!!! what's wrong with that dog!! =S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-112434178127855457?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/112434178127855457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=112434178127855457&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112434178127855457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112434178127855457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/08/doggies-worst-night-or-best.html' title='Doggie&apos;s worst night.. (or best?)'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-112419535990030752</id><published>2005-08-16T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T20:29:19.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a rather tiring day..</title><content type='html'>am so tired today.. first i went to the german embassy to get a visa. i thought it was supposed to be a one on one meeting with one room each for you and the interviewer.. but surprisingly, it happened this way.. from what i had experienced awhile ago.. (i remember paying my bills in La Salle accounting office.. long queue of lines with chairs all about with people sitting waiting for their numbers or names to be called) Even cellphones were not allowed inside the area!! geesh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lemme tell you my really boring story of it all.. technically they had to let me go there one hour before my exact meeting @ 9:12am (so am there 8:00am sharp coz my aunt had difficulty with them when she was late. grrrr... stupid german embassy.. made me wait for an hour and 40 minutes to be exact.. (no fone to fiddle with..) and then when i was finally called, didn't even spend 5mins there!! yea.. blame it on those who had lacking requirements who made the ever famous "singit" when they finished xeroxing their requirements. they rush into the line and feel all important and push their requirements onto the table for the examiner. (i had hoped that the interviewer/examiner would shout at them and tell them to queue or wait properly when their turn is up or tell them to return the next time) hehe.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next have to get back to work.. after the really bad episode we had yesterday.. sluggish lines, lack of training, panicky counter people, busted barcode printer, lack of computers, what more can we ask? ow.. and a really sick cuzin.. hope he gets well soooon... dunno how long i could hold it.. heheh.. at least it was kinda smooth sailing today (in the front end). Its another story we have at the back end.. why you might ask? (its because, i personally think, that we are kinda migrating the old (wrong numbers) into the new one.. its really frustrating.. really...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-112419535990030752?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/112419535990030752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=112419535990030752&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112419535990030752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112419535990030752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/08/rather-tiring-day.html' title='a rather tiring day..'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-112351579530689571</id><published>2005-08-08T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T23:43:15.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deliciiiooouuusss!!!</title><content type='html'>Winner of best looking guy in the world (Dapat fafa ko na sha.. but i dunno if i'll faint if i get near him.. may B.O. kaya?? hihihihihi!!!) bad pamie.. bad bad.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/a4vekn.jpg" width="370" height="260" alt = "CuTiE!!"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-112351579530689571?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/112351579530689571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=112351579530689571&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112351579530689571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112351579530689571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/08/deliciiiooouuusss.html' title='Deliciiiooouuusss!!!'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-112316542073298741</id><published>2005-08-04T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T22:23:40.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Training @ work..</title><content type='html'>Am "forced" by some "special" people to update my blog.. so technically even if i have no more time.... or just plain lazy.. (sensya na po dial up lang po me so its super uber slowww... to upload the pictures...) well here it goes.. (if the developing team sees this.. they'll sue my arse..hihihi!! so so sorrie for posting ur pixes! unauthorized posting..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These jolly peeps have been working with our company already for quite some time.. and basically, i just don't gets it how they get to train our people with these kinds of attitude.. hehehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/9zt79e.jpg" width="370" height="260" alt = "the dudes and dudette"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;introducing the dream team.. guess who's taken nlang.. =D &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/9up100.jpg" width="370" height="260" alt = "tins wid sungay"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;o diba? you can see how much fun they are to be around.. sayang don't have a pic while they're dozing off during a meeting.. hihihi!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/9ztu9l.jpg" width="370" height="260" alt = "children children.. behave.."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;koolitskie peeps... behave nga!! =D &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/9up1ky.jpg" width="370" height="260" alt = "hard at work"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;the team hard at work while im fooling around with the camera.. ^^&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, these people are really fun to work with (and hang around with.. although i still have to hear Hubert in karaoke mode.. hihihi!!) Now i really miss working for a real IT company. Maybe if i get really serious with my Dad's project, then i would be able to develop something.. hehehe.. that's if i still get the heart and the skill to do it.. ^^; will be at Anson's again tomorrow morning!! haha.. as if that's any consolation.. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-112316542073298741?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/112316542073298741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=112316542073298741&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112316542073298741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112316542073298741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/08/training-work.html' title='Training @ work..'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-112291047397491103</id><published>2005-08-01T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T23:34:33.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>July 30, 2005 Reunion</title><content type='html'>A bit late to post.. but what the heck.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to massive cancellation.. only 4 were able to make it.. huhuhu!! Eileen (twin sister has an OT), Tabsy (has exams.. taking up MBA?!!?!) whoa!! Justine, Maryan, Debbie (forgot the excuses basta BUSY..) ^^; Wendy (hindi na tlga nagparamdam.. there's the Other ONE kc.. =D she's gonna kill me when she reads this.. ^^) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. AM SOOO HAPPY THAT... THERE'S A STARBUCKS, BON APETITE', AND YELLOW CAB NEAR US!! and of course don't forget the opening of KFC!!!! yippeee!! hooorayyyy!!! (now all reunions can be near our place!!) hahahha!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owkie owkie back to topic.. am glad to have that mini-reunion so that we could keep up on what's happenin to other people's lives (including luvlife, worklife (bored as usual), and tons of other stories (that's over exaggerated..) on other people.. hehe.. so if you don't wanna miss out.. let's get chillin'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/9s6t8n.jpg" width="370" height="260" alt = "eeekk!! i can still see my double chin!! ^^"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;us 4... at least we're not 3... or 2... or 1.. =D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/9s6xpc.jpg" width="370" height="260" alt = "D' 3 Cuties.. "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;may bayad to ah.... hihihihihi!! ^^&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-112291047397491103?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/112291047397491103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=112291047397491103&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112291047397491103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112291047397491103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/08/july-30-2005-reunion.html' title='July 30, 2005 Reunion'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-112209542521638157</id><published>2005-07-23T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T13:10:25.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless decision. Series of unfortunate events?</title><content type='html'>I feel so tired and drained.. Imagine, I thought that I was so needed at work (Ansons) that i had to give up my hong kong/shaghai tickets to my bro. Of course now they're enjoying it.. Blasted decision i have to make! I thought i would be able to concentrate on the work. Then again.. you have to think twice and see the future.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone suddenly just died (one of my dad's relatives.. my uncle i think.. haven't met him and haven't heard of him..) so my dad has to fly back to the province to attend the funeral.. which is a most unfortunate event for me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i have to stay (being a good gurl of course!) and take care of the business while all the boyz go vacationing.. (tough choice for me! ha!) It's as if it would had been a better choice if i had decided to go to shanghai/hk! sigh.. sigh.. sigh.. should finish the work both for this and that company.. (could i clone myself now??) =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//in addition to all that, have to get along with a person pa.. sigh.. should've learned how to drive so that i'll be able to go where i want to!! grrr... and i think all of my friends are busy with their own lives.. sigh.. what a moody day for me.. haha.. and the person who would've (could've brighten up my day..) well... a darn too busy day for that person too!! =( hope things could brighten up tomorrow.. at least i could swim tomorrow and forget the worries just for a while..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-112209542521638157?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/112209542521638157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=112209542521638157&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112209542521638157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112209542521638157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/07/useless-decision-series-of-unfortunate.html' title='Useless decision. Series of unfortunate events?'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-112032024662055681</id><published>2005-07-02T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T00:16:55.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wla lang.. ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/6ofkw1.jpg" width="370" height="260" alt = "just keeping the memories.. pasimple pa noh??? thump thump... ^^;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-112032024662055681?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/112032024662055681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=112032024662055681&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112032024662055681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112032024662055681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/07/wla-lang.html' title='Wla lang.. ^^'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-112022703998301014</id><published>2005-07-01T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T22:15:12.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANIMO LASALLE!!!! ^^</title><content type='html'>When i was a student, i usually scoff at people who patronize our alma mater, but if you're an alumni, u just tend to miss those "bakya" things and will spend for whatever things you can see that reminds u of those "good ole' days.." hahaha!! Yesterday i visited my alma mater and luckily, i found these cute t-shirts and bought them!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/6jkosg.jpg" width="300" height="290" alt = "ANIMO LASALLE!!! ^^;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to plan my "surprise" visit to my former adviser and her kids but unfortunately, she has a class.. (undergrad Theocom) --my worst subject!! ^^; I miss her.. hopefully someday, i could visit her and have a picture with them too!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-112022703998301014?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/112022703998301014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=112022703998301014&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112022703998301014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/112022703998301014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/07/animo-lasalle.html' title='ANIMO LASALLE!!!! ^^'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-111984061605568463</id><published>2005-06-27T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T11:07:22.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best gifts are often from friends.. =D</title><content type='html'>Sunday came and went, i thought a birthday's supposed to be a typical thing.. then i suddenly get a text from a friend (actually expected though coz he's been texting me the other day pa) telling me to meet up coz he's got sumthing for me.. whoa!! a cute keychain!! thanks fred!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/6fcylj.jpg" width="370" height="290" alt = "Fitting gifts for a donkey!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Chweet gifts received thankfully from dear friends.. Thanks cheanne, ken and fred!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/6fm6bn.gif" alt = "Sweet birthday wishes"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;and some sweet wellwishers from tsinoy.. thank u guys (kat n ahya jocaps)!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of cors... my day wouldn't be complete without some lighthearted sweet talks from my sweetest friend.. cheanne.. thanks tlga!! u made my day yesterday!! ^,^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: o ano na kwento sis?? inaantok na me..  &lt;br /&gt;BFriend: naku! heehe&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: anyway, hmm..san ba ako magsisimula ng kwento?&lt;br /&gt;Me: bedtime stowie!! &lt;br /&gt;BFriend: ahh nung sabi mo cancel nalng yung dpat na get-together hehe&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: so nag-isip nga ako ng plan B&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: plan B was, organize a surprise bday dinner for  you&lt;br /&gt;Me: hmmm.... wahkhong ah...  frustrated na me eh..&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: so ganito yung plan&lt;br /&gt;Me: naks naman... touched na me simula palang ah.. &lt;br /&gt;BFriend: hehehe, mahabang kwento pa ito, baka makatulog ka hehe&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: sat afternoon, dpat punta kami ni hon sa place nyo (sympre dpat nandun ka). &lt;br /&gt;BFriend: then may dala kaming cake with candles burning na &lt;br /&gt;Me: yupyup???&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: para pag bukas mo, ready to blow&lt;br /&gt;Me: naks naman!!&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: then syempre dpat may balloons din&lt;br /&gt;Me: naku!! bka sumabog yun!! &lt;br /&gt;Me: san na balloons ko?? &lt;br /&gt;BFriend: e....wla ka sa house e...&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Me: dinala ako sa malayo eh...&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: tinext ko na dihya mo e para ma-ensure na nsa hosue ka when we get there&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: anyway, after that, pwde usap usap, then invite ka namin for dinner&lt;br /&gt;Me: wlang kwentang kakonchaban yang si di hiya noh..&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: hehehe o nga, sabi nya oo for sure naman nasa house ka lng daw&lt;br /&gt;Me: haya.. sige tuloy na natin sa fri... skip on the cake na.. hehhe!&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: e nung tinext kita nugn saturday, sabi mo tinutulungan mo secretary &lt;br /&gt;Me: wla nga kwenta.. told you.. &lt;br /&gt;BFriend: so ibig sabhin nasa tyam lay ka hehe&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: anyway, we'll get to that part later&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: so ayun, when we invite you to dinner, so bring ka namin sa place na nandun na yung ibang guests waiting por you&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: before ka pumasok, dpat blindfold ka muna, para pag dating mo sa table, masurprise ka with all the guests there&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: ahahaha, wishful thinking&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: anyway, sinu sinu nga ba ininvite ko?&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahhaa!!! reenact natin sa friday!! hehhehehe!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: para may mapicturan!! &lt;br /&gt;BFriend: sabi ko kay fred sya na bahala sinu invite nya sa mga HS friends mo&lt;br /&gt;Me: naku naku!!&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: then ininvite ko si dave, si paul (from frosh), si arnold, santi, seppe, and syempre si XXX&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: pero ang babait ng mga pipol, si santi lng ang pwde&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: hay naku&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: kabadtrip nga that day coz halos sabay sabay mga rejection replies nila&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahhahaha!!! &lt;br /&gt;BFriend: tapos sumabay pa yun dun sa metrobank bill ko na nakakainis&lt;br /&gt;Me: panu ka nireject? &lt;br /&gt;Me: wahkhong ah...&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: tapos sumabay pa sa nalaman kong sira yung memory ng PC ko&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: panu nireject?&lt;br /&gt;Me: i feel for you ponks.. wawa naman u... &lt;br /&gt;BFriend: bali si paul, arnold, and XXX, minessage ko lang sa friendster&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: coz wla naman ako contact numbers nila&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: si dave, santi and seppe, tinext ko nlng&lt;br /&gt;Me: ngek ngek...&lt;br /&gt;Me: bait mo naman... &lt;br /&gt;Me: malamang hindi sila pwede lahat...&lt;br /&gt;Me: kasi nasa ibang lugar silang lahat.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: palpak naman e hehehe. sabi ni ken sa akin, hindi naman tlga pwdeng mag-expect nang ganun kataas&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: o well, me and my expectations heeh&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: e yung sa side ni fred, isa rin lng daw ngreply and titignan pa daw&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: sabi ko sa knya, wag nlng, d na tuloy, itutuloy nlng yung 1st part nung plan&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: yung sususrprise ka namin sa house nyo&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: so saturday came na&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: excited pa rin naman ako hehee&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: kahit na nung madaling araw, sumakit pa tyan ko, sabi ko Lord, wag naman ngyon hehehe&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: narinig naman ako ni Lord, so eventually, nawala rin yung sakit hehe&lt;br /&gt;Me: the story now sounds soo.. fairylike?? &lt;br /&gt;BFriend: tapos e d nalaman ko nga na wla ka sa house&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: e di tinext ko na dihya mo, o bkit wla si pam sa house? what time ka nandun?&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: sabi nya, hirap ka naman daw ipaiwan lng sa house, sa makati nlng daw yng surprse, text nlng daw nya ako ulit&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: sabi ko, o cge,&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: tapos text nya ulit is postpone nlng daw coz dadalhin ka nga sa malayo&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: whoa khong a! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Me: sarap sakalin noh?? &lt;br /&gt;BFriend: tapos sinuggest nya, sa gabi nlng, text nya ulit ako kung pwde&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: malapit na hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Me: malapit mo nang sapakin?? &lt;br /&gt;BFriend: oo hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Me: hehehe!! told ya di yan maasahan.. &lt;br /&gt;Me: dpat sinabi mo na sa akin..  sweet nyo tlga.. &lt;br /&gt;BFriend: anyway, so plan namin is iiwan na rin lng sa inyo pag gabi even kung wla ka pa. well, mas okay sana kung nandun ka pero kung wla oki na rin lang coz baka d ko na madala pag next time pa&lt;br /&gt;Me: so sa sunday mo nalang dinala right? &lt;br /&gt;Me: wawa naman u... &lt;br /&gt;BFriend: e kya lng super traffic din palabas ng robinson's, e ayaw naming mastuck waiting coz ubos na gas. &lt;br /&gt;BFriend: yup, so nung finally nakalabas kami, sabi ko, next day ko nlng dadalhin coz late na rin hehehe&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: ayun ang aking mahabang storya &lt;br /&gt;Me: can't believe u texted XXX.. nagreply?? &lt;br /&gt;Me: wawa naman tlga u... &lt;br /&gt;BFriend: nope, si XXX, message lng sa friendster, wla naman ako ibang means to contact him&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: yup, nagreply naman heheh &lt;br /&gt;Me: himala.. anu sabi? &lt;br /&gt;BFriend: teka, hanapin ko, para exact words eheh&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahah!! parang mahaba pa ah... &lt;br /&gt;BFriend: (msg witheld.. in short rejected..) huhuhu!!  XXX &lt;br /&gt;Me: hahahha!!! kakatuwa naman yan!! &lt;br /&gt;Me: bilib naman me sa powerz mo sis!! &lt;br /&gt;Me: this is the best bday gift ever!! hehehehe!!&lt;br /&gt;BFriend: nyee, wla namang nangyari nga e hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Me: mewon naman!! the thot of u guys going all through that counts diba?? &lt;br /&gt;BFriend: hehehe &lt;br /&gt;Me: thanks sis!! u really made my day!! &lt;br /&gt;BFriend:  u'r very welcome   &lt;br /&gt;Me: hihihihi!!! enkyu enkyu tlga!! &lt;br /&gt;BFriend: hehehehehehheheheheheheh &lt;br /&gt;BFriend: mali mali na rin pla yung nakasulat sa card hehe coz earlier ko pa naisulat yan so d na updated with what really happened &lt;br /&gt;Me: owkie lang noh!! naku!!! i understand na naman now eh.. &lt;br /&gt;BFriend: anyway, una na me, parang napagod ako sobra today hehehe &lt;br /&gt;Me: haha!! sleep tight sis!! &lt;br /&gt;BFriend: okiedoks! u din!   &lt;br /&gt;advanced happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Me: enkyu enkyu enkyu for making my day!!    &lt;br /&gt;BFriend: very much welcome sis! hehehe, byee! nyty!&lt;br /&gt;Me: nytie and sweet dweamz!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. that ends my day yesterday.. hopefully, we could still meet up and do some bonding.. it's already been quite a while since the last reunion..  *sob sob*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-111984061605568463?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/111984061605568463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=111984061605568463&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/111984061605568463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/111984061605568463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/06/best-gifts-are-often-from-friends-d.html' title='Best gifts are often from friends.. =D'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-111979684570342492</id><published>2005-06-26T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T22:40:45.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of Reflection..</title><content type='html'>Whooo!!! i'll be posting sumthing quite personnal today... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesternight, i was telling my brothers what i like for my birthday... and inasmuch as they liked to do the thing for me, they told me to wait and see.... if its right for me or not, time will tell.. and this mornin.. can't help but have a heavy feeling but was uplifted when i read a devotional today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streams in the Desert April 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He will do this. (Psalem 37:5)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I once believed that after I prayed, it was my responsibility to do everything in my power to bring about the answer. Yet God taught me a better away and showed me that self-effort always hinders His work. He also revealed that when I prayed and had confident trust in Him for something, He simply wanted me to wait in an attitude of praise and do only what He told me. Sitting still, doing nothing except trusting in the Lord, causes a feeling of uncertainty, and there is often a tremendous temptation to take the battle into our own hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know how difficult it is to rescue a drowning person who tries to help his rescuer, and it is equally difficult for the Lord to fight our battles for us when we insist upon trying to fight them ourselves. It is not that God will not but that He cannot, for our interference hinders His work. C. H. P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual forces cannot work while we are trusting earthly forces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often we fail to give God an opportunity to work, not realizing that it takes time for Him to answer prayer. It takes time for God to color a rose or to grow a great oak tree. And it takes time for Him to make bread from wheat fields. He takes the soil, then grinds and softens it. He enriches it and wets it with rain showers and with dew. Then He brings the warmth of life to the small blade of grass, later grows the stalk and the amber grain, and finally provides bread for the hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this takes time. Therefore we sow the seed, till the ground, and then wait and trust until God's purpose has ben fulfilled. We understand this principle when it comes to planting a field, and we need to learn the same lesson regarding our prayer life. It takes time for God to answer prayers. J.H.M."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, these words comforted me and reminded me that everything's in His hand, just wait and see... *sigh sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-111979684570342492?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/111979684570342492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=111979684570342492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/111979684570342492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/111979684570342492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-of-reflection.html' title='Day of Reflection..'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-111970852714802046</id><published>2005-06-25T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T22:08:47.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One fine saturday.. err...</title><content type='html'>Things done today&lt;br /&gt;0. Original plan was supposed to meet up with some friends and have a happy reunion... but unfortunately, a lot of people could not make it.. sigh.. people seem to be preoccupied these dayz... (or maybe becoz circle of friends too small??) o well.. their loss... (skip to #5)&lt;br /&gt;1. Made kai-siao a friend to an officemate (first time at that..) hope it works!! donkey keeping fingers crossed.. ^,^&lt;br /&gt;2. Had an ingress in King's Court (Buy some motorcycles!! yea!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/6e3h9y.jpg" width="370" height="290" alt = "King's Court"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Helped out in the typing of expenses (not much done though)&lt;br /&gt;4. Pigged out at Peking Garden's with my brothers! hehe!! &lt;br /&gt;*No picture available since the food was gobbled up when it was placed at the table.. sorry folks!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-111970852714802046?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/111970852714802046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=111970852714802046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/111970852714802046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/111970852714802046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/06/one-fine-saturday-err.html' title='One fine saturday.. err...'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-111944656983154557</id><published>2005-06-22T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T21:22:54.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tHE WisDoM of Master Yoda</title><content type='html'>Decided to search some quotes and sayings of Master Yoda today. (For those who are ignorant on this, he's the cute jedi in Star Wars"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some quotes.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, try not! Do or do not, there is no try.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You must unlearn what you have learned” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUKE ”I don’t believe it” &lt;br /&gt;YODA ”That is why you fail” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pain leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Master Obi-Wan has lost a planet, how embarrassing, how embarrassing” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There is no why—clear your mind of questions” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUKE I'm looking for a great warrior...&lt;br /&gt;YODA Ahhh! A great warrior. (laughs and shakes his head)&lt;br /&gt;Wars not make one great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YODA Soon will I rest. Yes, forever sleep. Earned it, I have. &lt;br /&gt;Yoda sits himself on his bed, with great effort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUKE Master Yoda, you can’t die. &lt;br /&gt;YODA Strong am I with the Force... but not that strong! Twilight is upon me and soon night must fall. That is the way of things ... the way of the Force. &lt;br /&gt;LUKE But I need your help. I’ve come back to complete the training. &lt;br /&gt;YODA No more training do you require. Already know you that which you need. Remember, a Jedi’s strength flows from the Force. But beware. Anger, fear, aggression. The dark side are they. Once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready, are you? What know you of ready? For eight hundred years have I trained Jedi. My own counsel will I keep on who is to be trained! A Jedi must have the deepest commitment, the most serious mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to the invisible Ben, indicating Luke)&lt;br /&gt;This one a long time have I watched. All his life has he looked away... to the future, to the horizon. Never his mind on where he was. Hmm? What he was doing. Hmph. Adventure. Heh! Excitement. Heh! A Jedi craves not these things.&lt;br /&gt;(turning to Luke)&lt;br /&gt;You are reckless! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run! Yes. A Jedi’s strength flows from the Force. But beware of the dark side. Anger... fear... aggression. The dark side are they. Easily they flow, quick to join you in a fight. If once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny, consume you it will, as it did Obi-Wan’s apprentice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will know. When you are calm, at peace. Passive. A Jedi uses the Force for knowledge and defense, never for attack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, there is no why. Nothing more will I teach you today. Clear your mind of questions. Mmm. Mmmmmmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! No different! Only different in your mind. You must unlearn what you have learned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! Try not. Do. Or do not. There is no try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Size matters not. Look at me. Judge me by my size, do you? Hm? Mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well you should not.For my ally in the Force. And a powerful ally it is. Life creates it, makes it grow. Its energy surrounds us and binds us. Luminous beings are we...(Yoda pinches Luke’s shoulder)... not this crude matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a sweeping gesture) You must feel the Force around you.(gesturing)&lt;br /&gt;Here, between you... me... the tree... the rock... everywhere! Yes, even between this land and that ship! &lt;br /&gt;Yoda turns toward the X-wing fighter. With his eyes closed and his head bowed, he raises his arm and points at the ship., the fighter rises above the water and moves forward as Artoo beeps in terror and scoots away.. The entire X-wing moves majestically, surely, toward the shore. Yoda stands on a tree root and guides the fighter carefully down toward the beach. stares in astonishment as the fighter settles down onto the shore. He walks toward Yoda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concentrate... feel the Force flow. Yes. Good. Calm, yes. Through the Force, things you will see. Other places. The future... the past. Old friends long gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Control, control. You must learn control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difficult to see. Always in motion is the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to see, the dark side is. Discover who this assassin is, we must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See through you, we can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear is the path to the dark side... fear leads to anger... anger leads to hate.. hate leads to suffering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANAKIN : (a little angry) What’s that got to do with anything? &lt;br /&gt;YODA : Eveything. Fear is the path to the dark side... fear leads to anger... anger leads to hate.. hate leads to suffering. &lt;br /&gt;ANAKIN : (angrily) I am not afraid! &lt;br /&gt;YODA : A Jedi must have the deepest commitment, the most serious mind. I sense much fear in you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always two there are....no more...no less. A master and an apprentice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-111944656983154557?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/111944656983154557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=111944656983154557&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/111944656983154557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/111944656983154557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/06/wisdom-of-master-yoda.html' title='tHE WisDoM of Master Yoda'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-111923606432512284</id><published>2005-06-20T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T11:01:32.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A doggie's day..</title><content type='html'>Its so much fun to make a clown out of your own dog... specially when its not that cooperative.. hehe!! here are a few pix of our own charlie (whom we're currently trying to get on the treadmill so that he'll lose weight ~ sigh.. looks hopeless though) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Just point ur mouse over the picture to see what the lazy dog is actually thinking.. ^,^; sweatdrop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/65u6c4" width="370" height="290" alt = "i'll be good!!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Putting charlie on the treadmill and his mind still wonders if there are any food after the session...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/65u8ug" width="370" height="290" alt = "i'll just sit around.."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Now he wonders what he's supposed to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/65u9g8" width="370" height="290" alt = "why the heck is this moving?!?!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Now he gets the idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/65v0ci" width="370" height="290" alt = "or should i walk back??"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Now he outsmarts us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/65v14x" width="370" height="290" alt = "yeah!! finished!!!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Another hopeless case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie is now napping.. so don't you dare disturb him..hehe!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-111923606432512284?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/111923606432512284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=111923606432512284&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/111923606432512284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/111923606432512284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/06/doggies-day.html' title='A doggie&apos;s day..'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13383492.post-111893884825929708</id><published>2005-06-17T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T00:20:48.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Look!!</title><content type='html'>Yippeee!! I've finally managed to do a revamp on the site.. (with the help of Cheanne's blog site as a reference ~ with proper due respects of course) thanks thanks thanks!! hope that people will someday come and visit the site.. hehehe!! ^,^ wishful thinking again.. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13383492-111893884825929708?l=eileenpamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/feeds/111893884825929708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13383492&amp;postID=111893884825929708&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/111893884825929708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13383492/posts/default/111893884825929708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenpamela.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-look.html' title='A New Look!!'/><author><name>pamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11627900619372811862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/ipvdvr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
