<?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-8617799643466302066</id><updated>2011-08-02T13:31:14.977-07:00</updated><category term='dorothy'/><category term='active'/><category term='creation'/><category term='movies'/><category term='reminiscing'/><category term='love it'/><category term='isip'/><category term='buhay'/><category term='environment'/><category term='wow'/><category term='heart'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='vigilant'/><category term='life'/><category term='inspiring'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='icip icip'/><category term='La Salle'/><category term='career'/><category term='dors'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='heartbreak'/><category term='love'/><category term='work'/><category term='sir....'/><title type='text'>in my wooden box</title><subtitle type='html'>It only takes one to open the box and see what's inside that makes up the woman as she is...What you can get and what you can leave.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-369230467951300387</id><published>2010-05-19T22:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:45:56.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Her...</title><content type='html'>Boys, just do it!——Tell her you think shes cool. Tell her why you think shes so cool. Smell her hair. Talk to her in movie theatres. Pick her up and pretend youre going to throw her in the river; shell scream and fight you but secretly, shell love it. Hold her hand and skip. Hold her hand and run. Just hold her hand. Pick flowers from other peoples gardens and give them to her. Tell her she looks pretty. Let her pay for stuff if she wants to. Introduce her to your friends as The coolest girl I know. Sit in the park and talk to her. Take her to the library, and playgrounds, and train stations. Tell her dirty jokes. Tell her stupid jokes. Write poems about her. Just walk around with her. Throw pebbles at her window at night. When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her. Take her to shows of bands shes never heard of. Hold her hand in the mosh pit. Let her fall asleep in your arms. Call her. Call her back if she calls you. Sing to her, no matter how bad you are. Carve your names into a tree. Get her mad, then kiss her. Give her piggy-back rides. Go see her band play even if they really suck, and tell her they were great. Give her space if she needs it. Push her on swings. Stay up with her all night when shes sick. Make up pet names for her, but cool ones, not sappy ones. Teach her guitar. Lend her your cds. Write on her. Make her mixtapes. Write her letters. If she asks you to go to a show with her, go, even if it means a 5 hour train trip. Take her to cool shops, and let her take you to even cooler ones. Listen to all the bands she mentions. Dont tell her that her favorite bands suck. When shes sad, hang out with her or stay on the phone with her, even if shes not saying anything. Buy her ice cream. Let her take all the photos of you she wants. Look into her eyes. Slow dance with her, even if the music is fast. Kiss her in the rain.When you fall in love with her, tell her. &amp;lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;streetgrungeripoff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(via goingstrange)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-369230467951300387?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/369230467951300387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=369230467951300387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/369230467951300387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/369230467951300387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2010/05/tell-her.html' title='Tell Her...'/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-6971698546099867586</id><published>2010-04-21T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T02:22:33.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is so true!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S87DuKJTt9I/AAAAAAAAANY/gTV_RtsF1qE/s1600/tumblr_kzcygduBKr1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S87DuKJTt9I/AAAAAAAAANY/gTV_RtsF1qE/s400/tumblr_kzcygduBKr1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-6971698546099867586?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6971698546099867586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=6971698546099867586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/6971698546099867586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/6971698546099867586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-so-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S87DuKJTt9I/AAAAAAAAANY/gTV_RtsF1qE/s72-c/tumblr_kzcygduBKr1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-7249190045206842682</id><published>2010-03-25T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T01:22:20.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;“&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: small;"&gt;Kat: How can anyone be afraid of love?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Acheron: How can they not? When you love someone… truly love them, friend or lover, you lay your heart open to them. You give them a part of yourself that you give to no one else, and you let them inside a part of you that only they can hurt-you literally hand them the razor with a map of where to cut deepest and most painfully on your heart and soul. And when they do strike, it’s crippling-like having your heart carved out. It leaves you naked and exposed, wondering what you did to make them want to hurt you so badly when all you did was love them. What is so wrong with you that no one can keep faith with you? That no one can love you? To have it happen once is bad enough… but to have it repeated? Who in their right mind would not be terrified of that?”&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;— Devil May Cry: From Sherrilyn Kenyon’s Dark - Hunter series (via lizziemarron) (via quote-book)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-7249190045206842682?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7249190045206842682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=7249190045206842682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/7249190045206842682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/7249190045206842682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2010/03/kat-how-can-anyone-be-afraid-of-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-2186231328853831352</id><published>2010-03-23T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:37:54.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZMXK7z7eV38&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZMXK7z7eV38&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to be a BATANG BATIBOT!!! hehe. Watching this clip, reminds me of my childhood where life was just so simple and innocent and lovely and well just simply happy. &lt;br /&gt;Hay bigla maraming memories. Si Madame Bola, si Kiko Matsing who was so adorable. Halatang matanda na..hehe. Hmmm...this gives me idea on what to write on my next post. Anyway just want to share this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-2186231328853831352?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2186231328853831352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=2186231328853831352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/2186231328853831352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/2186231328853831352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-proud-to-be-batang-batibot-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-4964873524667185108</id><published>2010-03-22T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:10:58.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S6g_GVnz_3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/nPvbQdtGJUM/s1600-h/200+pounds+beauty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S6g_GVnz_3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/nPvbQdtGJUM/s640/200+pounds+beauty.jpg" width="448" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ne of my favorite scenes in the movie 200 pounds beauty. It makes me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-4964873524667185108?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4964873524667185108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=4964873524667185108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/4964873524667185108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/4964873524667185108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-ne-of-my-favorite-scenes-in-movie-200.html' title=''/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S6g_GVnz_3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/nPvbQdtGJUM/s72-c/200+pounds+beauty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-1541163818863599209</id><published>2010-03-18T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:04:44.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have read this somewhere...and its cute!!! A man's love confessions to his woman...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote_icon"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="quote_icon" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want to play hide-and-seek and give you my clothes and tell you I like your shoes and sit on the steps while you take a bath and massage your neck and kiss your feet and hold your hand and go for a meal and not mind when you eat my food and meet you at Rudy’s and talk about the day and type your letters and carry your boxes and laugh at your paranoia and give you tapes you don’t listen to and watch great films and watch terrible films and complain about the radio and take pictures of you when you’re sleeping and get up to fetch you coffee and bagels and Danish and go to Florent and drink coffee at midnight and have you steal my cigarettes and never be able to find a match and tell you about the the programme I saw the night before and take you to the eye hospital and not laugh at your jokes and want you in the morning but let you sleep for a while and kiss your back and stroke your skin and tell you how much I love your hair your eyes your lips your neck your breasts,you sit on the steps smoking till your neighbour comes home and worry when you’re late and be amazed when you’re early and give you sunflowers and go to your party and dance till I’m black and be sorry when I’m wrong and happy when you forgive me and look at your photos and wish I’d known you forever and hear your voice in my ear and feel your skin on my skin and get scared when you’re angry and your eye has gone red and the other eye blue and your hair to the left and your face oriental and tell you you’re gorgeous and hug you when you’re anxious and hold you when you hurt and want you when I smell you and offend you when I touch you and whimper when I’m next to you and whimper when I’m not and dribble on your breast and smother you in the night and get cold when you take the blanket and hot when you don’t and melt when you smile and dissolve when you laugh and not understand why you think I’m rejecting you when I’m not rejecting you and wonder how you could think I’d ever reject you and wonder who you are but accept you anyway and tell you about the tree angel enchanted forest boy who flew across the ocean because he loved you and write poems for you and wonder why you don’t believe me and have a feeling so deep I can’t find words for it and want to buy you a kitten I’d get jealous of because it would get more attention than me and keep you in bed when you have to go and cry like a baby when you finally do and get rid of the roaches and buy you presents you don’t want and take them away again and ask you to marry me and you say no again but keep on asking because though you think I don’t mean it I do always have from the first time I asked you and wander the city thinking it’s empty without you and want want you want and think I’m losing myself but know I’m safe with you and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me because you don’t deserve any less and answer your questions when I’d rather not and tell you the truth when I really don’t’ want to and try to be honest because I know you prefer it and think it’s all over but hang on in for just ten more minutes before you throw me out of your life and forget who I am and try to get closer to you because it’s a beautiful learning to know you and well worth the effort and speak English to you badly and Hebrew to you worse and make love with you at three in the morning and somehow somehow somehow communicate some of the overwhelming undying overpowering unconditional all-encompassing heart-enriching mind-expanding on-going never-ending love I have for you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Sarah Kane, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crave&lt;/strong&gt; (via &lt;a href="http://gatekeeper.tumblr.com/"&gt;gatekeeper)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-1541163818863599209?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1541163818863599209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=1541163818863599209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/1541163818863599209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/1541163818863599209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-read-this-somewhere.html' title=''/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-2734330143857202694</id><published>2010-03-17T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T23:56:40.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S6HOVHqlWfI/AAAAAAAAANI/Kswefqz01zc/s1600-h/I+WANT+TGHIS+JUMP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S6HOVHqlWfI/AAAAAAAAANI/Kswefqz01zc/s640/I+WANT+TGHIS+JUMP.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;I want this jump....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-2734330143857202694?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2734330143857202694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=2734330143857202694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/2734330143857202694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/2734330143857202694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-want-this-jump.html' title=''/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S6HOVHqlWfI/AAAAAAAAANI/Kswefqz01zc/s72-c/I+WANT+TGHIS+JUMP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-8284935168586797690</id><published>2010-03-09T22:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:55:55.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S5dCUWXwHqI/AAAAAAAAANA/MApX0zEgmG8/s1600-h/i+believe.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S5dCUWXwHqI/AAAAAAAAANA/MApX0zEgmG8/s640/i+believe.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-8284935168586797690?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8284935168586797690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=8284935168586797690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/8284935168586797690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/8284935168586797690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S5dCUWXwHqI/AAAAAAAAANA/MApX0zEgmG8/s72-c/i+believe.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-7515047452676853788</id><published>2010-03-08T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T23:55:25.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: #38761d;"&gt;Summer is officially here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S5X89h3t4vI/AAAAAAAAAMY/4SLsfaBPIrk/s1600-h/summer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S5X89h3t4vI/AAAAAAAAAMY/4SLsfaBPIrk/s320/summer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S5X9rrbboRI/AAAAAAAAAMg/a0GuHjEGSiE/s1600-h/CIMG2081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S5X9rrbboRI/AAAAAAAAAMg/a0GuHjEGSiE/s320/CIMG2081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S5X99_AgtcI/AAAAAAAAAMo/fjPesJP1A4w/s1600-h/CIMG2089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S5X99_AgtcI/AAAAAAAAAMo/fjPesJP1A4w/s320/CIMG2089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S5X-Ui1pp3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/gSdL3y5bOd8/s1600-h/CIMG0571.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S5X-Ui1pp3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/gSdL3y5bOd8/s200/CIMG0571.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S5X-yZ-mzxI/AAAAAAAAAM4/zjWOu4e8hcg/s1600-h/26988_490666240789_632885789_11252106_6773708_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S5X-yZ-mzxI/AAAAAAAAAM4/zjWOu4e8hcg/s320/26988_490666240789_632885789_11252106_6773708_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let's jump again to that.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-7515047452676853788?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7515047452676853788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=7515047452676853788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/7515047452676853788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/7515047452676853788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2010/03/summer-is-officially-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S5X89h3t4vI/AAAAAAAAAMY/4SLsfaBPIrk/s72-c/summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-8604422162533219376</id><published>2010-03-08T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T23:37:42.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Congratulations to all the 82nd Oscar's winners!!! LOL. Yes feeling close ako kanila. Had a chance to watched it yesterday coz I was absent from work. (Masama ang loob ng tyan ko at ibinuhos niya lahat kahapon..hahah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really one of the mega events in Hollywood especially for all movie makers and of course actors. A lot of firsts happened. First time nominees end up instant winners. Such great accomplishments since it's so damn hard to get a nomination nod in Oscars much more to be chosen as the best among the "bests".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra Bullock from the movie The Blind Side won as the Best Actress- her first. Competing with the great Meryll Streep wow...what can I say! I believe she deserves it. (yes, feeling close na naman ako..haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Katheryn Bigelow defeated her ex husband James Cameron for the Best Picture and Best Director categories for the movie The Hurt Locker. Making instant history as the fist woman ever to won an Oscar in directing.&amp;nbsp; I've never seen the movie but I'm planning to watch soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be a dissapointment somehow for Avatar fans out there that it didn't get most of the awards as it expected to be but being the no.1 movie in the box-office(take note in the whole wide world)..is already an award in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was so happy beacause as I wished UP won in the Best Original Score category..YEY! Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Congratulations!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-8604422162533219376?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8604422162533219376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=8604422162533219376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/8604422162533219376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/8604422162533219376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2010/03/congratulations-to-all-82nd-oscars.html' title=''/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-3177475575285143131</id><published>2010-03-05T01:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T01:09:37.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="quote" style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: lime;"&gt;"That’s why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a lifetime, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives."&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-3177475575285143131?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3177475575285143131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=3177475575285143131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/3177475575285143131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/3177475575285143131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2010/03/thats-why-you-need-to-grab-whatever.html' title=''/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-2558375899052001866</id><published>2010-03-02T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:52:44.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>isip isip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag wala kang magawa at marami kang iniisip...minsan nakatulala ka na lang. These photos&amp;nbsp; are taken 4 days ago..yung iba ako ang kumuha at yung iba kuha ng boardmate ko. I'm actually thinking something to write about on my blog as i promise myself to write regularly. Pero wala rin naisip. This post is not intended to change the world nor inspire whoever will read this. Nalaman ko lang na ganito pala ang itsura ko kapag nag-iisip..LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S44Rega8SSI/AAAAAAAAALY/rcKvd7QFGYI/s1600-h/Image0080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S44Rega8SSI/AAAAAAAAALY/rcKvd7QFGYI/s200/Image0080.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S44SB2evrcI/AAAAAAAAALg/LCmjjiA3rNI/s1600-h/Image0081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S44SB2evrcI/AAAAAAAAALg/LCmjjiA3rNI/s200/Image0081.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S44SzNOhD7I/AAAAAAAAALw/xUAOwysMF-Y/s1600-h/Image0090.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S44SzNOhD7I/AAAAAAAAALw/xUAOwysMF-Y/s200/Image0090.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S44UAqvjKWI/AAAAAAAAAMI/qttTctCrit4/s1600-h/Image0096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S44UAqvjKWI/AAAAAAAAAMI/qttTctCrit4/s200/Image0096.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kaya ayun yung dinner ko na bigay ng kapitbahay(heheh) lumamig na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S44SvC8w9iI/AAAAAAAAALo/emK9B8M2H8E/s1600-h/Image0083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S44SvC8w9iI/AAAAAAAAALo/emK9B8M2H8E/s320/Image0083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yummy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-2558375899052001866?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2558375899052001866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=2558375899052001866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/2558375899052001866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/2558375899052001866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2010/03/isip-isip.html' title='isip isip'/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S44Rega8SSI/AAAAAAAAALY/rcKvd7QFGYI/s72-c/Image0080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-6725237770426936861</id><published>2010-03-01T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T18:17:00.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night we had a fight. A senseless fight. There are things I shouldn't have said. I know I've hurt you..maybe not your feelings but your ego. But I want you to understand that I was hurting too.I guess I've said those words just to let you know that I'm there...always there by your side. I was actually calling for your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;its intriguing how much i know you yet at the same time don't know you..do you know the feeling of being so near and yet so far from you? It's sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yes maybe I was over reacting...and over acting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That's why I'm so sorry. Sorry for showing too much concern and affection tho I am not supposed to. Sorry for missing you. Sorry If I *******.... I'm sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(I wanna talk to you...though I don't know how to.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Will you allow me?) Or should I?.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-6725237770426936861?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6725237770426936861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=6725237770426936861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/6725237770426936861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/6725237770426936861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-night-we-had-fight.html' title=''/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-5000756645397786024</id><published>2010-02-23T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T23:11:02.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sino ba ang karapat-dapat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S4TAJCTIzpI/AAAAAAAAAK0/qkNVIzWKMtA/s1600-h/manny+1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="397" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S4TAJCTIzpI/AAAAAAAAAK0/qkNVIzWKMtA/s400/manny+1.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S4TAUXUlIPI/AAAAAAAAAK8/emf0DsJakR8/s1600-h/manny2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S4TAUXUlIPI/AAAAAAAAAK8/emf0DsJakR8/s400/manny2.bmp" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S4TAeNLDl7I/AAAAAAAAALE/VQjHRCRbjy8/s1600-h/manny+4.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S4TAeNLDl7I/AAAAAAAAALE/VQjHRCRbjy8/s400/manny+4.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CGTG%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C03%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face	{font-family:"Century Gothic";	panose-1:2 11 5 2 2 2 2 2 2 4;	mso-font-charset:0;	mso-generic-font-family:swiss;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0mm;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;	margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;	mso-header-margin:36.0pt;	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;We &amp;nbsp;have had enough of corrupt officials in the Philippines .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; Come this May elections is our chance to choose leaders who will lead us out of bondage from extreme poverty caused by gross graft and corruption. Please do not be misled by catchy jingles and fake political ads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this e-mail this morning tho I decided not to mention the source.&lt;br /&gt;Election is here definitely. I can feel the heat everywhere. Actually it's hotter than the onset of Summer, I guess even hotter than El Nino that it goes deeply into my skin it makes me so dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if this is what you call a black propaganda against Villar. Even other Presidentiables has this kind of anti campaigns and even funny anecdotes about them spreading in the e-mails and top social networking sites. For me in a way this anti campaigns help us voters to be more inquisitive, to be more careful, and wiser in choosing our next leader for the next 6 years. Though I believe some of those anti campaigns for one particular candidate just add confusion to people's minds on who to vote. &lt;br /&gt;"Bakit ko ito nasabi?" &lt;br /&gt;Dahil naniniwala ako na karamihan sa mga anti-campaigns na ito ay gawa rin ng mga kaalyado ng isang partikular na kandidato o maaring siya rin ang nasa likod nito. Kumbaga may halong malisya." He's doing it for his own personal gain.&lt;br /&gt;And I find it disgusting. I find one Presidentiable who throws mud at other Presidentiables just to win the vote of people so disgusting. I mean sino ba ang malinis sa inyo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the e-mail above, Villar is portrayed as evil. Tho not directly it tries to imply that he is a corrupt official behind the mask of a poor guy. They criticize Villar because he's wearing signature and designer clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Then they ask "Ganito Ba ang Tunay na Mahirap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I ask: Does a man who came from nothing but now turns to have everything has no right to wear branded clothes and shoes? Does that make him corrupt already? Does that make him not deserving of being the President? So logically speaking we should vote the simpler and poor-looking guy then because he is not corrupt? Is that it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pro-Villar. I mean for me he is such a shady candidate. A poor boy from Tondo who raises himself from poverty and now becomes one of the richest man in the Philippines but then has a graft and corruption case. To be honest, up to this moment I still don't have a clear picture on my mind on who to vote. Is it bad? I don't know. I know I have to make my mind soon. All I'm saying is that it's unfair on Villar's part and other able personalities' part who are being criticized and judged based on what their wear and their social status. Let's also give it to the man who works hard just to be where he is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will be the next President of this country is in our hands. Let us all be observant and open-minded in choosing our candidates. They are all promising to uplift us from poverty, to stop graft and corruption etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;We have the power to decide, we should it wisely coz once we give that power&amp;nbsp; to lead to that next to be leader all the power that's left in our hands is to be a good citizen as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read this excerpt from Bianca Gonzales's blog on choosing the best candidate. And I've decided to copy it here. Read on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;question of ben cabigas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"In principle is it ok to abstain for the position of President? Paano kapag hindi buo ang loob mo sa boto mo?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;reply of st. anthony enriquez tiu:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"Ben, para sa akin, wala naman talagang perpektong binoboto e. Meron lang perpektong boto - yung botong pinag-aralan, pinag-isipan at handand panindigan sa loob ng 6 na taon. Kung hindi buo ang loob mo, ibig sabihin kulang pa ang ginugugol mong panahon upang pagtibayin ang iyong kaalamn at paninindigan. Sa loob ng 5 buwan, imposibleng maging perpekto ang isang kandidato. Pero sa loob ng 5 buwan, kaya mong kumbinsihin ang sarili mo kung sino ang mas karapat-dapat na iluklok sa pwesto. Sino ba ang dapat?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-5000756645397786024?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5000756645397786024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=5000756645397786024&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/5000756645397786024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/5000756645397786024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/sino-ba-ang-karapat-dapat.html' title='Sino ba ang karapat-dapat?'/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S4TAJCTIzpI/AAAAAAAAAK0/qkNVIzWKMtA/s72-c/manny+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-7242957940317101014</id><published>2010-02-23T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T00:18:36.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3uGXt66KZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/IHt6-7dpXD0/s1600-h/camping.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3uGXt66KZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/IHt6-7dpXD0/s400/camping.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've always wanted this..I'm always ready for this. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-896886481553733731?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/896886481553733731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=896886481553733731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/896886481553733731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/896886481553733731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-always-wanted-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3uGXt66KZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/IHt6-7dpXD0/s72-c/camping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-4984256755551776973</id><published>2010-02-16T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:21:20.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a too late review post...but nevertheless such a timeless topic and just in time for Oscars..hehe.&lt;br /&gt;For me one of the best and most unforgettable movies of 2009 is another animated film from Pixar...Up. With 5 Oscars nominations on the bag including the Best Picture contesting Avatar( which I also love by the way) I'm super crossing my fingers that it may grab The Best Original Score...so beautiful (so beautiful I wish i can play the piano).I adore you Mr. Michael Giacchino! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/klJcD6HyeOg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/klJcD6HyeOg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a movie buff. And I always cry as in mega cry especially if it's such a touching movie... and at times shaking during a very intense, thrilling and action pack scenes..:D After reading Up's reviews I was convinced to watch it on DVD(full of regrets that I wasn't able to catch it on theater during it's actual play dates).&lt;br /&gt;From the very first scene until the last credit rolled... I swear I'm not the same anymore. I may sound so exaggerated but I really am. I never thought it would make me cry really hard. I didn't have a tissue with me at that time that I managed to use my t-shirt na lang...(imagine the tears and oh never mind) ahaha. Yes, it's so gross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean who would expect that an animated film such as Up would really touch people's hearts in so many ways. Yes it has the qualities that all animated films usually have, the visual and special effects, colors and all.But what makes it different is how it successfully voice out its message to the people - people from all walks of life. People like Carl, Ellie and the boy Russel who are searching, dreaming, waiting, loving, hurting,hoping, and learning that the greatest adventure of all is love and that even letting go of that love when the time comes is the ultimate way of showing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up is a movie of enlightenment. Enlightenment that one is never too old or too young to reach his dreams, that we should never stop dreaming, that losing is not a defeat instead a new chance to finally win, that life is  like a book full of chapters to fill in with new experiences and memories  once an old chapter ended, that heart is capable to love again and again, that everyone deserves to be loved and no doors should be closed to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up aside from being an adventure movie is a love story. I admire Carl and Ellie's love for each other despite some things that lack in their marriage...how they dream together and how despite coming on the dawn of their lives, their love towards each other never changes. I want that kind of love story in the future...hehe. I belive that kind of love still exists and I know it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therea are so many touching scenes in the movie,(parang sasabog ang dibdib ko nun sa kakaiyak..hehe). It never intended to make you cry but it will. Kumbaga mga eksenang tagos sa puso mo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for everyone let's continue to love,live and dream. Always aspire for that badge, for whatever or whoever we always want to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-4984256755551776973?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4984256755551776973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=4984256755551776973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/4984256755551776973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/4984256755551776973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-too-late-review-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-6803543600017658259</id><published>2010-02-11T23:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:19:53.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: x-large;"&gt;Funny...last heart's day I was happy with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now...happy without him..I don't know maybe I'm just trying to be or maybe I'm just pretending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-6291955896438444921?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6291955896438444921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=6291955896438444921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/6291955896438444921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/6291955896438444921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/because-its-season-of-love.html' title='Because its the season of love...'/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-7438011705851741859</id><published>2010-02-10T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T23:47:53.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is so true</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Places Where You Get Off&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.%20pleasefindthis.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- I Wrote This For You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Outside the station, she stands with her child on the side of the street, taking pictures of cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think she’s insane. Until, one day, you notice that she’s taking pictures of the license plates of the cars her child gets into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you look. But you do not see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she walks out the shop with bags full of cat food. You think she’s some crazy cat lady until you find out, she has no cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you eat. But you do not taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a while since their last album but he assures you, he’s doing just fine these days, white flecks in his nostrils. Then he asks you if he can spend the night on your couch, even though it stinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you sniff. But you do not smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they say “Just OK” when you ask them how school was. Then you wonder what they’re hiding until you find their diary and the last entry reads “I wish you’d give me some privacy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you listen. But you do not hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they’ve got a bruise over their eye and you run the tips of your fingers over it and ask them how it happened. You believe them. Until it happens again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you touch. But you do not feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they walk past you everyday, one million stories, each waiting to be told. Waiting for you to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Because you live. But very few, love.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-7438011705851741859?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7438011705851741859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=7438011705851741859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/7438011705851741859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/7438011705851741859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-so-true.html' title='this is so true'/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-3862910662822062941</id><published>2010-02-10T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T21:30:26.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagaytay moments at ang pag conquer sa Taal Volcano</title><content type='html'>Feb 6-7 are awesome dates of my life! After 3 long years I was able to go back to Tagaytay. Sobrang saya at daming experiences. For me Tagaytay is one of the best place to go to kapag sobrang stress ka na and you want to leave everything that worries you behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3NyqFZNAZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/T9U4FUAIBQw/s1600-h/17565_294487174034_648949034_3306296_8378868_n.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3NyqFZNAZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/T9U4FUAIBQw/s200/17565_294487174034_648949034_3306296_8378868_n.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3Ny8eG78YI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Al_aWWMxmOM/s1600-h/17565_294465379034_648949034_3306150_215218_n.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3Ny8eG78YI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Al_aWWMxmOM/s200/17565_294465379034_648949034_3306150_215218_n.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3NzhURk5OI/AAAAAAAAAIE/uX9SdR99eYo/s1600-h/CIMG1873.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3NzhURk5OI/AAAAAAAAAIE/uX9SdR99eYo/s200/CIMG1873.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3N0Bx1GbZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/PN-qvnJ7LbY/s1600-h/CIMG1859.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3N0Bx1GbZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/PN-qvnJ7LbY/s200/CIMG1859.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also were another set of "firsts" happened in my life for this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. I was able to ride a horse..yes as in sakay talga. Hindi yung sumakay lang ako sa likod tapos nagpapicture. This is a real horseback riding experience with little horseback riding lessons on the side..hehe. (Salamat kay Ate na guide ko.) At dahil sobrang minahal ko si Diana (name ng horse) heto at nagpapicture kameng dalawa. (shy nga lang siya..:) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3Ns7vMYkRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/z5W6dNhaVNA/s1600-h/DSC03132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3Ns7vMYkRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/z5W6dNhaVNA/s320/DSC03132.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;2. We conquer Taal Volacano!!!! Yay! Yes...i was able to tho at first I was a bit hesitant because I believe my attire was not for hiking and (volcano climbing) that time...in short hindi prepared...hehe .As in everything was just an out of the blue idea. But because we're already there so go na lang sayang naman ang moment. You know as the saying goes...grab every opportunity and I've always been wanting to have that kind of adventure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3OJ1ZDzMMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/LjXxrbYbhwY/s1600-h/17565_296464999034_648949034_3313932_1655186_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3OJ1ZDzMMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/LjXxrbYbhwY/s200/17565_296464999034_648949034_3313932_1655186_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3N6E7nBTcI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vg2PTKLoKE0/s1600-h/finteambldg+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3OK0O1zoqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/kLyaJYoFNCg/s1600-h/17565_296465139034_648949034_3313944_3083618_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3OK0O1zoqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/kLyaJYoFNCg/s200/17565_296465139034_648949034_3313944_3083618_n.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taal Volacano may not be as tall as Apo or Everest but I'm proud that I am able to reach the peak. And being on top of it is one of the ahhh...moments of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3OMewymxII/AAAAAAAAAJE/xcvBMUCeKbA/s1600-h/17565_296479454034_648949034_3313994_899153_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3OMewymxII/AAAAAAAAAJE/xcvBMUCeKbA/s320/17565_296479454034_648949034_3313994_899153_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3ONG6oRsgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/9321AjpYxgA/s1600-h/CIMG0252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3ONG6oRsgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/9321AjpYxgA/s320/CIMG0252.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3OOiNGm1UI/AAAAAAAAAJc/HEHPzfeDGJI/s1600-h/finteambldg+021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3OOiNGm1UI/AAAAAAAAAJc/HEHPzfeDGJI/s200/finteambldg+021.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3ON_E2Jw_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/J7Ux90YTrTg/s1600-h/finteambldg+033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3ON_E2Jw_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/J7Ux90YTrTg/s200/finteambldg+033.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3OQTI2oKnI/AAAAAAAAAJk/OTNBJt4YNCI/s1600-h/CIMG0256.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3OQTI2oKnI/AAAAAAAAAJk/OTNBJt4YNCI/s320/CIMG0256.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The way up there is not easy as it may seem. Aside from the steep, rocky and dusty routes you'll encounter the heat&amp;nbsp; and exhaustion you feel makes you feel like giving up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;But our feet and heart never surrender...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3OSrzinc5I/AAAAAAAAAJs/ujj1Sj7tCRA/s1600-h/CIMG2047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3OSrzinc5I/AAAAAAAAAJs/ujj1Sj7tCRA/s200/CIMG2047.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3OT8xWHylI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/JSet1gQTF9I/s1600-h/IMG0060A.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3OT8xWHylI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/JSet1gQTF9I/s200/IMG0060A.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And so for that we will jump for success and for another higher aim next time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3OVEK71NRI/AAAAAAAAAKM/c7-x31ksZh8/s1600-h/17565_294487274034_648949034_3306302_2098056_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3OVEK71NRI/AAAAAAAAAKM/c7-x31ksZh8/s400/17565_294487274034_648949034_3306302_2098056_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life sometimes it's not the destination that really counts but the journey itself to reach that destination. That's where character builds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1265793378881"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1265793378882"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-3862910662822062941?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3862910662822062941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=3862910662822062941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/3862910662822062941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/3862910662822062941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/tagaytay-moments-at-ang-pag-conquer-sa.html' title='Tagaytay moments at ang pag conquer sa Taal Volcano'/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S3NyqFZNAZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/T9U4FUAIBQw/s72-c/17565_294487174034_648949034_3306296_8378868_n.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-6906416025102326178</id><published>2010-02-02T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T22:56:18.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="long"&gt;“ Over the course of the average lifetime you meet a lot of people. Some of them stick with you through thick and thin. Some weave their way through your life and disappear forever. But once in a while someone comes along who earns a permanent place in your heart. ”&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="long"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;the wonder years &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="long"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="long"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;And you...yes you despite everything...will always have a special place in my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-6906416025102326178?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6906416025102326178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=6906416025102326178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/6906416025102326178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/6906416025102326178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/over-course-of-average-lifetime-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-8953569241219741551</id><published>2010-02-02T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:25:10.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbreak</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="dateheader"&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3 class="entryHeader"&gt;                        Guide to love (2) – Heartbreak                               &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="answer"&gt;Follow-up to &lt;a href="http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/mwalker/entry/guide_to_love/" title="Related blog entry"&gt;Guide to love (1) – Cupid&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/mwalker/"&gt;Bloggle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As previously discussed Cupid is a terrible shot. So when aiming for a person's heart with an arrow he frequently misses. This is okay, unfortunately he sometimes hits the target but the arrow does not pierce the heart in the correct manner, the result is heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;A little biology. Many people assume hearts to be red through and through. This is not true. Hearts all appear red on the outside, however this is due to the outer layer consisting of the rubbery stuff they wrap babybels with.&lt;br /&gt;When a heart gets damaged a tough coal like layer forms under the red outer layer, this is the black part of the diagram. However as time passes without damage the edges soften and a soft pink goo fills in between the black and red layers. This happens every time the heart is damaged, so similarly to with trees you can tell how many times someone has been heartbroken by counting rings. At the centre of all hearts is a fire, however if too many layers form around the heart the warmth of the fire ceases to be able to reach the outside – how sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/images/mwalker/2005/04/27/heart_cross_section.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are seven main types of heartbreak:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/images/mwalker/2005/04/25/heartbreak.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. The arrow sails right through:&lt;/strong&gt; The result is falling madly in love, albeit briefly, with the first person you see. This can be quite embarrassing in the short term as running up to someone on the street, shouting "I love you!" and grabbing a boob or a crotch is generally frowned upon. However this causes no long term damage to the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. The arrow glances the heart and cuts it:&lt;/strong&gt; This is initially very painful. The heart becomes very tender and leads to drunken whining along the lines of "Why don't you love me?" *Sob*. Fortunately the affect usually wears off by morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. The arrow hits the heart but bounces off, leaving a bruise:&lt;/strong&gt; This is a simple Do-you-want-to-go-out-sometime?-No-thanks situation, rather than a Do-you-want-to-go-out-sometime?-Ewww-you-make-me-want-to-shove-my-fingers-down-my-throat-I-have-to-go-take-several-showers-to-get-rid-of-the-grossness-of-being-asked-out-by-you! type scenario. Again there is no long term damage, but you should take care with the heart for a while, because it will be a bit sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. The arrow digs in, but snaps off leaving a fragment in the heart:&lt;/strong&gt; This can be quite nasty. This happens when you ask someone out and they say yes, but rapidly lose interest. Ultimately it doesn't cause too much damage, buy it's a bit annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. The arrow tears a chunk off the heart:&lt;/strong&gt; The hole means that you are susceptable to developing huge crushes based on physical infatuation. If dealt with correctly this isn't a problem, it only becomes so if you leave the wound open to the elements. Most cases of stalking are a result of carelessness in this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. The heart gets mangled:&lt;/strong&gt; This happens during messy break ups. In this case Cupid got the shot right, unfortunately your chosen love decides to pull the arrow out with the delicacy of an elephant doing decoupage. This causes mass tissue damage and the heart struggles to survive. It's all kinds of painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Critical Fault:&lt;/strong&gt; This is the worst. Cupid again is right on target, but unfortunately the arrow snags on something and is yanked out through the top causing a crack. It's circumstances beyong Cupid's your or anyone else control – it's just a bitch. If not treated carefully the heart can break in two and become completely useless. The common response to this eventuality is to go "ow! ow! ow-ee! ow-ee! ow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resourced from http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/mwalker/entry/guide_to_love_2/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-8953569241219741551?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/mwalker/entry/guide_to_love_2/' title='Heartbreak'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8953569241219741551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=8953569241219741551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/8953569241219741551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/8953569241219741551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/heartbreak.html' title='Heartbreak'/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-2671295164886278189</id><published>2010-01-28T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T19:17:51.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love vice ganda :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Laughtrip to si Vice Ganda =))&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Nakakita sya ng gwapo, di nkapagpigil)                                  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     &lt;span class="label"&gt;Vice:&lt;/span&gt;                                     Hi, ano pangalan mo?                                  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     &lt;span class="label"&gt;Gwapo:&lt;/span&gt;                                     Ako po?                                  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     &lt;span class="label"&gt;Vice:&lt;/span&gt;                                     Hindi sila, may nkikita ka pbang tao? Malamang ikaw, ang tanga. ;)                                  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                                                          (Sa gasoline station, pagbaba nya ng window)                                  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     &lt;span class="label"&gt;Gas boy:&lt;/span&gt;                                     Magpapagas po?                                  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     &lt;span class="label"&gt;Vice:&lt;/span&gt; Hindi magpapacofine ako. Malamang magpapagas gasolinahan ‘to db? Alangan magpaconfine ako dto, tpos dextrose ko yung unleaded gasoline nyo, at ayun na yung ikakamatay ko. ;)) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                                                          (Sumakay sya ng jeep na walang laman papuntang palengke)                                  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     &lt;span class="label"&gt;Vice:&lt;/span&gt;                                     Manong bayad po.                                  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     &lt;span class="label"&gt;Manong1:&lt;/span&gt;                                     Ilan ‘to?                                  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     &lt;span class="label"&gt;Vice:&lt;/span&gt; Ay manong 2 yan, nkakahiya kasi syo, kahit ako lang mag-isa sakay mo, 2 na ibabayad ko, libre na kita kahit sayo tong jeep. ;))) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                                                          (Bababa na sya)                                  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     &lt;span class="label"&gt;Vice:&lt;/span&gt;                                     Manong, para.                                  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     &lt;span class="label"&gt;Manong1:&lt;/span&gt;                                     Bababa ka na?                                  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     &lt;span class="label"&gt;Vice:&lt;/span&gt;                                     Ay hindi manong, sasakay ako. Sasakay ako ulit, dun nman ako sa bubong, mas presko kasi dun.                                  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                                                          (2nd attempt)                                  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     &lt;span class="label"&gt;Vice:&lt;/span&gt;                                     Para ho.                                  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     &lt;span class="label"&gt;Manong1:&lt;/span&gt;                                     Dyan ba sa tabi?                                  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     &lt;span class="label"&gt;Vice:&lt;/span&gt;                                     Ay hindi manong. Dun ako sa gitna, sa gitna para masagasaan ako.                                  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                                                          (Binaba siya sa gitna)                                  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                                                          Vice mabundol ng isa pang jeep…                                  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     &lt;span class="label"&gt;Manong2:&lt;/span&gt;                                     Nasaktan ka ba?                                  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     &lt;span class="label"&gt;Vice:&lt;/span&gt; (naasar) Ay hindi, nag-enjoy ako. Ulitin natin, bunguin mo pa. Isa pa! Dali! Ang sarap kasi! Nkabundol ka tapos itatanong mo kung msakit? Ikaw kaya bundulin ko? Tapos i-sahre mo skin feelings mo, kaya na-enjoy mo, sige magbunguan tayo. Laruin ntin, ipauso ntin, bungu-bunguan. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-2671295164886278189?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2671295164886278189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=2671295164886278189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/2671295164886278189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/2671295164886278189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-vice-ganda.html' title='i love vice ganda :)'/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-1478898064328007581</id><published>2010-01-27T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T18:13:37.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Rage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S2DyrOf3XJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/VE8FMyCxQLs/s1600-h/comics+strip.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S2DyrOf3XJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/VE8FMyCxQLs/s640/comics+strip.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss (the best boss in the whole wide world...hehe) asked me to scan this comic strip. Aside from the humor we get from the simple inquisition of a son to his father about man's certain attitude towards driving, we realize that it is so true.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko alam...hindi ako marunong mag-drive(though I love to learn) kung ano ang nag-uudyok sa isang tao na magalit sa kapwa niya driver sa gitna ng kalsada lalo na kung nagit-gitan siya. &lt;br /&gt;Is it because maybe he has personal issues troubling him and then here comes a reckless driver(maybe drunk, and like him has personal issues as well) in the midst of T.R.A.F.F.I.C and this reckless driver gets on this other guy's way and then boom!...You know what's happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko sinasabing mga lalaki lang ang kadalasang walang manners and right conduct sa pagmamaneho. Subalit sila ang madalas na nasasangkot sa mga ganitong gulo sa kalsada. Napakaraming kaso na ng patayan ang nangyari dahil sa simpleng away sa trapik. Kamakailan lang ay nahuli ang isang suspek sa pagpatay sa isang anak ng isang government official dahil muli sa away sa kalsada sa gitna na madugong engkwentro&amp;nbsp; Ilang beses na din na ako mismo ay nakapanood ng pagtatalo ng 2 drayber dahil hindi nagbigay ang isa.&amp;nbsp; Mga pagmumura, dirty fingers, mga paghahamon ng away.&lt;br /&gt;At ilang beses na din na bang pinuna ng mga lalaking drayber ang kahinaan ng mga babae sa pagmamaneho? At dahil sa babae ako...nasasaktan ako pag nakakarinig ako ng mga ganitong komento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi isyu kung babae o lalaki ang may hawak sa manibela at may dala sa sasakyan. Hindi isyu ang kasarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hindi rin isyu kung kanino kang anak, kung mamahalin ang sasakyan mo o simpleng jeep lang. Kung matalino o hindi ka nakapg-aral. Ang isyu ay kung anong klaseng tao ka ba habang nasa gitna ka ng kalsada kasabay ng iba pang mga uri ng tao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-1478898064328007581?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1478898064328007581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=1478898064328007581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/1478898064328007581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/1478898064328007581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2010/01/road-rage.html' title='Road Rage'/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S2DyrOf3XJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/VE8FMyCxQLs/s72-c/comics+strip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-9210016407855068713</id><published>2010-01-25T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T23:36:22.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>is this the best picture in the world?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S16au4UTViI/AAAAAAAAAHE/-Zs29XMYzdA/s1600-h/haiti+survivor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S16au4UTViI/AAAAAAAAAHE/-Zs29XMYzdA/s400/haiti+survivor.jpg" width="347" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Kiki, Boy Wonder, alive and well after eight days under the rubble of earthquake-blitzed Port au Prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiki was saved after an incredible operation, in the Nazan district of the Haitan capital, mounted by US earthquake experts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heroes and heroines were members of urban rescue squads from New York and Virginia, some of whom had been involved in the 9/11 horrors of New York in 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;©Matthew McDermott / Polaris / eyevine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(i saw this this article and photo and instantly showed us how in the midst of tragedy a simple heroism can touch our hearts and change our lives forever...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-9210016407855068713?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/9210016407855068713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=9210016407855068713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/9210016407855068713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/9210016407855068713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-this-best-picture-in-world.html' title='is this the best picture in the world?'/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S16au4UTViI/AAAAAAAAAHE/-Zs29XMYzdA/s72-c/haiti+survivor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-345865381361238086</id><published>2010-01-25T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T23:04:19.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>got to be positive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S16TvcYJmGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BJ_nENMHXM4/s1600-h/this+year+will+be+positive.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S16TvcYJmGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BJ_nENMHXM4/s400/this+year+will+be+positive.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I will...i will and i will...promise! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-345865381361238086?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/345865381361238086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=345865381361238086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/345865381361238086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/345865381361238086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2010/01/got-to-be-positive.html' title='got to be positive'/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/S16TvcYJmGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BJ_nENMHXM4/s72-c/this+year+will+be+positive.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-2648233819921717150</id><published>2010-01-12T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T01:05:15.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first adventure for 2010</title><content type='html'>First times are always unforgettable. I still believe in making resolutions and listing your goals/plans and all the things you want to achieve for the whole year and for the coming years..but mine aint complete yet...hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started 2010 with a bang I must say. Yes because for the first time (yes as in first) I went to Star City!!!! yipppeee. Akalain nyo ba na sa tagal na ng buhay ko sa mundong ito ay ngayon pa lang ako nakapunta dun...hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carnivals are always fun. It caters not only to children but adults alike for it brings back the child in all of us na walang ibang  iniisip kundi ang magsaya at maglaro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't dare try to ride death-defying rides like what I call it. Just a thought of it parang mamamatay na ako. But I'm praying that someday I have the guts and courage for I envy those people who dare to try and conquer it. Someday..in the future I will. One item in my bucket list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I would like to share our Snow world adventure (na sobrang na-enjoy kung hindi lang parang namanhid na pati ilong ko sa sobrang lamig) with this picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s395.photobucket.com/albums/pp33/dors_bucket/?action=view&amp;current=snowworldpic.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i395.photobucket.com/albums/pp33/dors_bucket/snowworldpic.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-2648233819921717150?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2648233819921717150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=2648233819921717150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/2648233819921717150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/2648233819921717150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-first-adventure-for-2010.html' title='My first adventure for 2010'/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-1906046284251777215</id><published>2009-03-18T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:56:16.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorothy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>my last script...for now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;5 hours and 20 minutes remaining and I’m outta here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a difficult time to write this post actually. I have a lot of things in my mind for the past month, for the last 2 weeks, for the last three days, for the last 24 hours and even up to now at exactly 1: 28 in the afternoon. But though there are a lot of things to write I am literally lost for words. &lt;br /&gt;And I remember this words that someone has said to me back in college &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“when there are a lot of things in mind and you don’t know how to start…then let your heart speaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sitting on my chair and staring at the monitor with a blank word document right on my face I look at all the scripts I made for almost 6 months of my stay as a ‘writer’. I scanned my very first few scripts with all the remarks / revisions / violent reactions..hehe / suggestions / and love letters of the dubbers (as we used to call it) and  upon seeing it I know deep inside that somehow I’m gonna miss it. I look around the office while I let that mushy love song play to serve as my background music…(yes umaarte ako at nagpapakasenti at this point, pagbigyan na…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My decision to leave my present job in a media production company and hop in to another job in an advertising agency is not easy though  most of my friends are really surprised when they learned the news and told them I’m gonna start as early as possible. Yes, I admit I’m kinda impulsive sometimes (or most of the time?) on some things but I can say that I really give my best effort to think carefully and weigh things for me. And I guess as you aged (oh my, no!) your views and opinion on some things in life, love and work and even your priorities gradually changes that in one way or another influence all the decisions that you’re going to do in your life. For all those sleepless nights I had contemplating whether I’m gonna leave or not I also asked myself this question “ Why are you gonna give up your present job for a much more nakakalokang pressure-packed job? Why do you want to subject yourself again to a job with bigger responsibilities na nakakawindang? Yes…some of you who happen to read this one might think that it’s because the offer is definitely much higher. And I don’t want to sound hypocrite if I’m going to say that…no of course not…because come on guys…(sino ba ang ayaw na malaki ang suweldo? Siguro may sira ang ulo nun…) But although it’s true it’s not the only reason I decided to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’m at point in my life now that I’m seeking for growth not only in personal terms but in terms of career. Kung hindi ngayon kailan pa?&lt;br /&gt;I will always be that risk taker person…I know there’s no turning back but I don’t wanna wake up one morning with full of regrets asking myself why I didn’t dare to try.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not comfortable staying at my comfort zones. Sometimes we need to learn to be comfortable at situation and places where we’re not most comfortable of because when we learn to conquer our fears, do the things we never imagine we can do and being able to turn our weaknesses into strengths that’s the only that time we can say that yes…we become a whole better person. And you can finally say…I did it!&lt;br /&gt;And although my decision maybe not be acceptable to some, don’t worry because you’re not going to be accountable for whatever the outcome is. It’s only me; myself and nobody else will be accountable and responsible to whatever decision I’ll make in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Starting tomorrow my whole world will be totally different. Well aside from changing again my profile in facebook and friendster account. Writing scripts will be replaced with writing business letters and correspondents. The usual internet session will be replaced by attending to customers / client calls. Checking my email account vs. checking my boss account. The comfort of just sitting the whole day in the office will be replaced now by attending to some events and activities required. No more ym sessions, no more unlimited access to the internet. But rest assured I’m not gonna give up writing..period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2 hours remaining and I’m outta here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around once again to my “former office to be” located on one of the many confusing streets here in Makati. I looked at the people whom I may never see again especially those people who have touched my life in so many ways they just don’t have any idea of. Surely, certainly I’m gonna miss them. Teena, Joeven, Krystal…yes those people who made my stay in my “former office to be” an enjoyable one. &lt;br /&gt;Our front desk officer Ate Notic who have been so nice to me from the first day she saw me. Our maintenance personnel Norilyn and Kuya Ronald for being so sweet and kind. (Parang thank you speech sa isang awarding ceremony ito ah…pagbigyan at masaya..) My former boss, Ms. Rachel, all those people who have been my acquaintances and have shared little moments together even for just a short period of time thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s never easy and actually you always end up hurting every time you say goodbye. But as what I learned from Mitch Albom (uy, parang close kami) there’s really no goodbye because if there’s an end there will always be new beginnings. As I will start anew for my new job that means a new beginning for me and a new role in my life to fill in as there will be new other persons to fill the position that I will leave.&lt;br /&gt;I never know what’s gonna happen but I’m sure that I’ll wake up one morning with no regrets because I’m not afraid to dare to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;1 hour and 30  minutes remaining and I’m finally outta here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-1906046284251777215?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1906046284251777215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=1906046284251777215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/1906046284251777215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/1906046284251777215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-last-scriptfor-now.html' title='my last script...for now'/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-767184751444500321</id><published>2009-02-25T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T01:52:32.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a not so ordinary romance</title><content type='html'>This is one of a kind romance started last year. My romance...his romance...our romance&lt;br /&gt;A not so ordinary one&lt;br /&gt;It has been full of ups and downs...literally&lt;br /&gt;It's actually shaky at times..no I guess a lot of times.&lt;br /&gt;I've stumbled, almost fell down&lt;br /&gt;That's why there are times I think I should give up and avoid him&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't..I just simply cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As there are many reasons why I love him... there are much much more reasons why I hate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our romance...&lt;br /&gt;My romance with LRT - a.k.a: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LIGHT RAILWAY TRANSIT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh...what an introduction... hehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I started working here in Manila MRT and LRT has always been one of my primary mode of transportation just to be able to get to workplace or anywhere else faster(really now) cheaper (yeahhh...)and more convenient (????????????????????) Though it's starting to get so conducive as each passing day commuters (I'm one of them) choose to pushed and be pushed and be stepped upon (if you're luckier enough)just to be able to get inside the train and vice versa. And because people don't want to get to work 100 years after by using PUV's such as buses, jeepneys, or FX because of too much traffic...again they choose to submit themselves into "parang lata ng sardinas" scenario. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with this kind of smooth sometimes but rocky most of the time relationship I have with them I've noticed aspects, things and behaviors of most of the commuters that like me have also a so forgettable affair with LRT and MRT that I really dislike: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Commuters who holds on the hand rails as if they own it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Puwede po ba maki-share? Baka po kasi matumba ako...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Commuters who talks on the phone so loudly (sometimes with matching foul words on it)as if they want to share their supposed to be private conversation to the public. At least just try to be a little discreet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Commuters who accidentally stepped someones feet or pushed someone either accidentally or not who don't even know how to say sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Nakaharang kasi &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Commuters who stand and stay on the entrance and exit space even though they will stepped on the very last train station. It actually creates more disturbance for all the commuters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Bigyang daan po natin ang mga unang bababa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Commuters who don't know the meaning of "excuse me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Excuse me po Ate...padaan po"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Commuters who sits down as if they are at home occupying all the remaining space without giving consideration to other commuters who are standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Nagbayad din naman ako ah..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Commuters especially those young ones who don't pay respect to elders depriving them of the seat that's actually for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Aba senior citizen na pala kayo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Commuters who don't know the meaning of the word discipline and don't know how to obey rules. No drinking, no eating no smoking, no littering inside the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Aba hindi pa pala ako nakakabasa!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Commuters and this go out especially to men who take advantage of women trying every moves just to make "tsansing" especially if the train is so crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Mahiya naman kayo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Commuters who talks about the secret affairs, problems, etc. of their friends,co-workers, co-workers friends and family so aloud that only deaf people won't hear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"If you can't help to talk about other people at least just at least lessen the volume please."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to be righteous here or whatever because I myself had my share of faults. Come on who's perfect anyway. But being a Filipino citizen and a commuter we have a responsibility to be aware on our actions and behavior especially in public whether it's in LRT, MRT or anywhere else. Let us not forget that when you say public transportation it's for everybody regardless of their status, gender or class in the society. That means we have to give consideration to each other's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Our attitude and behavior per se in MRT or in LRT reflects what kind of citizen we are to our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure that my romance with MRT and LRT will continue as long as there are traffic everywhere...hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-767184751444500321?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/767184751444500321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=767184751444500321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/767184751444500321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/767184751444500321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-so-ordinary-romance.html' title='a not so ordinary romance'/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-6042543697411420112</id><published>2009-02-23T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:31:29.469-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Salle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buhay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminiscing'/><title type='text'>morning thoughts and lipat-blog from friendster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SaJezOLVS8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/-od5avW2Ovk/s1600-h/rainny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SaJezOLVS8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/-od5avW2Ovk/s400/rainny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305907545067834306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to the office this morning with a lot of things in my mind actually. I was caught again on the “what else is new” traffic scenario in Makati that my nerves never got used to and will never be. Added to my irritation was the jeepney drivers who didn’t mind the smoke like from hell that comes out from the exhaust pipe of their vehicles. I don’t know if it’s lack of education that they don’t have any idea that it can actually cause a lot of lung diseases. With a lot of things boggling right and left through my head, plus the fact that I wasn’t able to sleep well last night and the irritation I was feeling…Thus I failed to send back the warmth smile of the old lady that I bumped into as I was walking. I failed to appreciate the beautiful morning sunshine that touches my skin. I failed to appreciate the 5 minute or more walk i always take every morning on my way to office that serves as my only form of exercise since last year. (Oh my…poor me…poor bones…)&lt;br /&gt;But then as the elevator door swung open and I saw our front desk officer smiling at me and greeted me with “Good Morning Darling” as she always used to say something stroked me.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the person whom had just recently faced a storm in her life but then still appreciates the goodness in every morning, in every new day. Smiling and greeting that indeed it is such a good morning no matter how traffic it is outside, or how polluted the air is or I was late again for work…the morning is still good and will always be bringing it new chance to start anew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve decided to post this blog of mine from Friendster here in Wordpress as it made me reminisce again my college days this afternoon and made me smile and somehow gave me inspiration that no matter how heavy or bad your day is..this day too shall pass and that you’ll see tomorrow that everything is settled by just taking things things one at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(This post was written by the author two years ago during her shunee days because of their thesis.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came home from my practicum yesterday feeling so exhausted that I instantly lied on my bed without even giving my respect to Mama and Papa (that made me guilty though). I looked around my room that has been untouched for a couple of months now-meaning no wiping of accummulated dusts on furnitures, no organizing of clutter and other things. The photocopies and notes of the lectures that I had were scatterd on the table, on the other side there were the pile of magazines that I haven’t read along with the Sunday issue of broadsheets-my every weekend dose of current events, and scratch papers of unfinished articles. My closet If you only have the chance to see was a total mess. I mean it was not the same room as it was before.How could I even pay attention to those things when I dont even have time to attend on other urgent things like finishing the super late newsletter, completing my practicum weekly report due next week, writing a script for our documentation. My lay-out artist and friend has now this habit to tease me, calling me the most hardworking editor-in-chief in the history of Lavoxa..hehe (of course he’s just trying to make me laugh). But I got used to it, making me laugh for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I was starting to got frustrated and during this times I opt to think positive things. I remembered the column of Lucy Torres that I’ve read it was entitled “One at a time”. It’s all about doing a lot of things and carrying heavy loads of responsibility with just a little time. She said that you can’t accomplished everything you want to in just one day. We have to be patient and learn to prioritize things that are most important. Of course it’s easier said that done. It takes self-discipline and knowing how to manage your time.&lt;br /&gt;But she is right. God give us 24 hours to live each day and its up to us how are going to spend each day and make the most out of it. I am thankful that i still able to write tghis one. I promise that I will take it one at a time. One morning I will wake up realizing that all the things that i have to do are all a settled and done.&lt;br /&gt;That’s the time that I can finally clean my room and get it back to what it was before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-6042543697411420112?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6042543697411420112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=6042543697411420112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/6042543697411420112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/6042543697411420112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2009/02/morning-thoughts-and-lipat-blog-from.html' title='morning thoughts and lipat-blog from friendster'/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SaJezOLVS8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/-od5avW2Ovk/s72-c/rainny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-1415527558902154610</id><published>2009-02-12T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T02:01:47.109-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sir....'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbreak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>still sailing on my sweet roro</title><content type='html'>I'm planning to post this one to my wordpress account(dors.likedreamersdo.org) today but because our host provider's server is down...( sorry) I decided to put this one here in blogspot where I used to rant, rave and shout my heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to read Tweet Serings post "The Last Sweet Roro" a story about acceptance and finally letting go of that lost love. It made me smile and I even asked myself why posting this one when in fact I'm not even really learning the art of letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends keep asking me why can't I give up this man whom I considered as my sweetest mistake...my right kind of wrong... a vice that I can't give up, a drug that I will never ever get tired to take.Enough I think I'm getting so corny here..hehe. Yes I admit and I even tell this to him that he's not my ideal man. A man that I dream to be with for the rest of my life. And why after all the things that happened between us and all the hurt that he caused me and all the tears that I've cried I still choose to be with him. I guess there's only one answer I can give. I LOVE HIM. Stupid it may seem but I just love him...(sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I've tried so many times to give up on him and take a step away from him I always end up taking two steps towards him. Maybe I guess I'm not yet done that's why I'm still sailing to that " Sweet Roro" of mine. Maybe that day will also come for me when I'm finally ready to just let the RORO leave and wait for another new journey of love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's just not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a winner story and I hope whoever read this one will also be inspired and touched as I am.:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE LAST SWEET RORO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, in the south of the Philippines, my girlfriend was in a long-term relationship with her high school sweetheart. Then she got accepted into her first-choice university, which happened to be in Manila, and so off she went. As a wide-eyed, impressionable freshman, she caught the eye of an upper classman. He was smart, sophisticated, older—and on his way to taking up law. The girl was, naturally, flattered and quite impressed. When he asked if she would like to be his girlfriend, she promptly broke it off with her boyfriend and took up with the future lawyer. &lt;br /&gt;Alas, two weeks into this new relationship, the girl realized that she was, quite possibly, with the biggest narcissist in the metropolis—the kind of guy who hooks up with much younger girls because they were the easiest to brainwash into becoming adoring fans/groupies. The “relationship” was all about him. And the guy just couldn’t stop yakking about himself. TOTAL mistake. &lt;br /&gt;The girl left him in mid-sentence, so to speak, packed a few things, hopped on a bus that rolled into a Sweet Roro ferry and practiced her I-made-a-mistake-please-take-me-back speech to her sweet, sensitive, thoughtful ex-boyfriend. But when she tried to deliver this heartfelt speech to him, he refused to hear it. In fact, he refused to speak to her and to see her.Kapow! &lt;br /&gt;The girl was devastated, but not discouraged. She rationalized that she had brought this upon herself, and she was willing to do whatever it took to win back his affection. Every month or so, when she had scraped up enough of her student’s allowance to afford a ferry ticket, she sailed on the Sweet Roro from Luzon to Mindanao, hoping against hope that this time, on this trip, he would finally let her back in. I don’t recall who said this, but it’s awfully on the mark: “What men will only do for God and country, women have always done for men.”&lt;br /&gt;She had a goal—and to her mind, it was a noble one: love. She was going to be worthy of it again, and if that meant packing her quivering heart in her suitcase every few weekends, offering it to her stony ex only to once again watch it being tied to the back of a truck and dragged mercilessly along the Mindanao highway like Lito Lapid, so be it. At the same time, she wondered just how long she could do this, how much more humiliation and rejection and heartache she could endure. &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps because we’re the gender assigned to experience the necessary violent act called childbirth—not to mention the agonizing nine months prior--women tend to have a much higher threshold for pain than men. The kind of prolonged intense physical pain and suffering that earns men medals and hero status, women experience all the time, as a simple matter of fact, without fanfare. And so this girlfriend of mine, by the mere fact of having been born female, was genetically predisposed to let it rip. &lt;br /&gt;Eventually, she—and her poor, battered but brave little heart—stopped thinking, became numb to the pain and just went on her business of taking the blows. Kapow! Kapow! Kapow!&lt;br /&gt;One day, she took her place in the queue towards the entrance of the ferry bus, the way she had done for the past year. (Yes—YEAR!) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;As she planted her right foot on the first step of the bus, it dawned on her, clear as a sunny day--“I’m done.” Just like that. No bitterness, no anger, no remorse. Just a sense of finality and…relief. And gratitude. She did her time, and now she was free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stepped back from the crowds, calmly watched the activity before her. And she stayed long enough to watch the Sweet Roro sail away and disappear into the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; I&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; think I got to my feet and applauded when Kat was done telling me this story.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truly genius thing about going--as my siblings and cousins put it--“all out” is that it guards against that silent monster--regret. The regret of not having done enough, the whole pwede-pa-sana school of thought--wishing you had done more and wondering what would have happened if you had—that haunts your waking and sleeping hours, as terrifying to some as seeing dead people. I suspect this is the reason women stay longer than they should in situations that make them miserable. They want to face down their monsters now, when they still have energy left, and not run away only to have these monsters lurk around in their supposed happy and content future. They don’t want to regret anything; they don’t want to think they had “given up too soon”. They want to be sure. They want to be able to walk away and never look back. So in the meantime, as my sisters say, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“Go lang nang go!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, there will be none of that regret for you when you board your own Sweet Roro, when you choose to just ride out the excruciating pain—and humiliation. Even those have expiry dates. You will have known that you did give it—that job, that friend, that dream, that relationship--everything you had and found out that it just wasn’t for you. At that point, no amount of pleading or negotiation or argumentation or guilt-trip or even bodily threat can reel you back in. You’re sooo DONE. You can peacefully let the damn thing go already. &lt;br /&gt;There is no way to accurately describe the rush of relief, the odd sense of victory and liberation at finally arriving at your last Sweet Roro. You’ll watch it sail into the sunset—that relentless drama boat that rocked you to the core—with the giddy knowledge that, finally, you’re not on it, anymore. You’re on solid ground. &lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;WOW....^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-1415527558902154610?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1415527558902154610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=1415527558902154610&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/1415527558902154610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/1415527558902154610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2009/02/still-sailing-on-my-sweet-roro.html' title='still sailing on my sweet roro'/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-327793060708532030</id><published>2009-02-03T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T03:04:14.074-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love is all around me</title><content type='html'>It's February... and as far as I wanna try to ignore it and just say "alright, it's February...its the love month and Valentines is just two weeks away...i don't care..."(do i sound bitter?hehe) I just simply cannot. It seems to me that aside from Christmas and New year this is one occassion that a lot of people / lovers out there specially are eagerly waiting for. In fact they are the three most commercialized occassions here in the Philippines. (Wait where do i stand here?)I just cant avoid it...no matter how I try simply because I'm so desperately (but trying to be patient)nursing my broken heart...ouch. Yes it's the love month and yes to put it simply "LOve actually is all around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this whole month of February I will talk and come up with different articles, issues and anything,everything about the most beatiful yet complicated feelings of all and that is LOVE... based on my own experience...without trying to sound like an expert coz I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so this month i dedicate my blog for all those who are in love, falling in love, those who wants to fall in love, those who are willing to give second chances, those who are pretending that they are in love..hehe, even to those who think that they are falling out of love and of course to those who are broken hearted but still believe in love and happily ever after and patiently waiting and searching for that man who will give them "forever" this is for you.(I especially dedicate this to myself actually..hehe) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my first offering...naks! I have compiled all my favorite qoutable movie lines / quotes here. Undeniably those lines are one of the reasons why those movies becomes so unforgettable and remarkable. And in one way or another makes us feel so 'kilig' and how we wish we'll also hear our special someone saying those mushy words right on our face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read and I hope you'll enjoy it as we walk down the memory lane&lt;br /&gt;and fall in love all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; “A heart can be broken; but it keeps beating just the same.” &lt;br /&gt;- Fried Green Tomatoes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's very true. No matter how many times our heart has been bruised, crushed or wounded it will always, always beat for that love...hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “&lt;strong&gt;To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love; but then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer, to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love; to be happy then is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy; therefore to be unhappy one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you're getting this down.” &lt;br /&gt;- Love and Death&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Anu daw? suffer daw hehe..basta un n un...read it it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;“I love that you get cold when it is 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle in your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.” &lt;br /&gt;- When Harry Met Sally&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super love this one..as in...it talks about loving that person's strength much more that persons's weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;“You can't express every feeling that you have every moment that you have them.” &lt;br /&gt;- When Harry Met Sally&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes...hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;“Without a heart I can never really know what it would be like to love someone, or ever really understand trashy novels.” &lt;br /&gt;- Wizard of Oz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo naman...kapag wala na tayong puso patay na tayo nun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;strong&gt; "Every step I took since the moment I could walk was a step&lt;br /&gt;toward finding you."&lt;br /&gt;- Message in a Bottle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about mushy and corny...hehe but it's so damn sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;strong&gt;"If you love someone, say it, say it out loud. Otherwise the moment just passes you by..."&lt;br /&gt;-My Bestfriends Wedding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it....Ohh...but sometimes its just so hard to say it out loud...what if there's just too many complications? Talking about complications...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;strong&gt; "I may not be a smart man, but I know what love is."&lt;br /&gt;-Forrest Gump&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what love is Forrest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;strong&gt;"Only in the mysterious equations of love can any real logic be found."&lt;br /&gt;-A Beautiful Mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 + 1 = 2 db...hehe LOgic pala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;strong&gt;"It doesn't matter if the guy is perfect or the girl is perfect,&lt;br /&gt;as long as they are perfect for each other."&lt;br /&gt;- Good Will Hunting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very true...because nobody's perfect...hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return."&lt;br /&gt;- Moulin Rouge&lt;/strong&gt; I love this line, i love the story and the lessons about love in this movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;strong&gt; "Some things are not meant to last, &lt;br /&gt;they just take a place in your heart &lt;br /&gt;and make you smarter the next time."&lt;br /&gt;-Alex and Emma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad but true...ouch&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;strong&gt; "The best love is the kind that awakens &lt;br /&gt;the soul and makes us reach for more;&lt;br /&gt;that plants a fire in our hearts &lt;br /&gt;and brings peace to our minds ....&lt;br /&gt;That's what you've given me&lt;br /&gt;and that's what I hope to give to you forever."&lt;br /&gt;-from the movie,The Notebook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the movie, the unconditional love that knows no boundaries..and crush ko ung bidang lalake..i just forgot his name...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;strong&gt;"If your not willing to sound stupid,&lt;br /&gt;you're not worthy of falling in love."&lt;br /&gt;A Lot Like Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah...who among us dont look stupid because of love? I guess none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;strong&gt;"I guarantee that we'll have tough times &lt;br /&gt;and I guarantee that at some point one&lt;br /&gt;or both of us will want to get out. &lt;br /&gt;But I also guarantee that&lt;br /&gt;if I don't ask you to be mine,&lt;br /&gt;I'll regret it for the rest of my life cause&lt;br /&gt;I know in my heart &lt;br /&gt;you're the only one for me."&lt;br /&gt;Runaway Bride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God, I swear, the moment na narinig ko si Richard Gere with this line..it made me teary eyed talaga. Tagos talaga sa puso...And by the way...I love Julia Roberts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;strong&gt; "It's a wonderful thing, &lt;br /&gt;as time goes by, &lt;br /&gt;to be with someone &lt;br /&gt;who looks into your face, &lt;br /&gt;when you've gotten old, &lt;br /&gt;and still sees what you think you look like."&lt;br /&gt;The Bachelor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Naman..kahit maputi na ang buhok ang drama..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       " I'm just a girl standing in front of a boy, asking him to love me."&lt;br /&gt;-Notting Hill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, i'm planning to say this line na dn...and did I say I love Julia Roberts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;"I don't wanna need you, 'coz I can't have you."&lt;br /&gt;Bridges of Madison County&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply love this movie. Actually its one of my favorite movies of all time. And parang nakakarelate talga ako dito...Want to cry na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;"I would rather spend one lifetime with you -&lt;br /&gt;than face all the ages of this world alone."&lt;br /&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;strong&gt;"Oh my love...&lt;br /&gt;But if you wanna leave, you can.&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember you though,&lt;br /&gt;just like I remember everyone that leaves."&lt;br /&gt;Lilo &amp; Stitch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it so sad. Yes, when someone leaves, we just can' tdo anything but to remember them...and somehow imagining, wishing and hoping that they're still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;strong&gt; "She's my destiny"&lt;br /&gt;-Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you hoping that someone will consider you as his destiny? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;strong&gt;"You are the only person that can make &lt;br /&gt;my heart beat faster and slower at the same time."&lt;br /&gt;The Hot Chick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana wag ako magka-stroke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;strong&gt; "but I don't see that. &lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that love is everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;Often it's not particularly&lt;br /&gt;dignified or newsworthy, &lt;br /&gt;but it's always there &lt;br /&gt;- fathers and sons, &lt;br /&gt;mothers and daughters,&lt;br /&gt;husbands and wives, &lt;br /&gt;boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends.&lt;br /&gt;When the planes hit the twin towers, &lt;br /&gt;as far as I know none of the phone calls&lt;br /&gt;from the people on board &lt;br /&gt;were messages of hate or revenge&lt;br /&gt;- they were all messages of love.&lt;br /&gt;And if you look for it,&lt;br /&gt;I've got a sneaking suspicion that love actually is all around."&lt;br /&gt;~ Love Actually&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, love is actually everywhere no matter how I try to avoid it..no matter how I try to just ignore it. Love is what makes people happy. It what makes me happy. After all what I've been through...still it's always always best to fall in love over and over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-327793060708532030?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/327793060708532030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=327793060708532030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/327793060708532030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/327793060708532030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-is-all-around-me.html' title='Love is all around me'/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-4705023285673691002</id><published>2009-01-29T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:42:37.453-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vigilant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='active'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creation'/><title type='text'>Stop whaling now!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;"Be more active and vigilant Greenpeace member". Yes.. as it is one of my to do things list for this year and of course for upcoming years (...i'll try my best...gogogo!!!) I've decided to post this article that Greenpeace International sent to me thru email regarding their advocacy to stop whaling paricularly in Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" width="160" height="420" id="spartacus" align="middle"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="false" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.greenpeace.org/int/flash/campaigns/oceans/spartacus/spartacus.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff" /&gt; &lt;embedsrc="http://static.greenpeace.org/int/flash/campaigns/oceans/spartacus/spartacus.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="160" height="420" name="spartacus" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whaling and dealing: Tell the US to stop negotiating at the expense of whales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We have received worrying rumours of a political deal that could result in increased whaling off the coast of Japan - threatening already endangered whales. We need your your help in ensuring that this deal is killed off - and not the whales.&lt;br /&gt;According to leaked reports from a closed door meeting in Hawaii, the International Whaling Commission is currently considering a proposal that would involve the trading of a small reduction in the quota of whales that Japan hunts in the Southern Ocean Whale Sanctuary, in return for an agreed increase in hunting minke whales off the coast of Japan. Of greatest concern is that one of the minke whale populations in this area is listed as endangered.&lt;br /&gt;The only acceptable agreement would be a complete end to Japanese whaling in the Southern Ocean Whale Sanctuary - but we cannot let this happen at the cost of endangered whales in the North Pacific.&lt;br /&gt;The most disturbing information about these reports is that the United States IWC Commissioner and the US Chair of the IWC seem to be at the forefront of the proposal. Both are appointees from the Bush administration who are still in place, and already attempting to undermine Obama's foreign policy on whaling.&lt;br /&gt;It is clear that there are many, many big issues on President Obama’s plate in his first week in the Oval Office. His words and action on climate change and other environmental issues are very welcome but if the news reports are true, then this issue simply cannot wait.&lt;br /&gt;While on the campaign trail, President Obama’s position was unequivocal - no commercial whaling and stronger international regulations on whaling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"President Obama wants to stop Southern Ocean whaling. Now is our chance"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-4705023285673691002?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4705023285673691002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=4705023285673691002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/4705023285673691002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/4705023285673691002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2009/01/stop-whaling-now.html' title='Stop whaling now!!!'/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-2926740137996027889</id><published>2009-01-29T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T02:26:07.912-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='icip icip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>what do I know for sure? part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SYGCcOsKu7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/VnuUraaKl-Y/s1600-h/200811_omag_for_sure_opener_190x225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296658058255711154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SYGCcOsKu7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/VnuUraaKl-Y/s400/200811_omag_for_sure_opener_190x225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for the past 2 months:&lt;/strong&gt; hmmmm, icip icip icip. I've been, I was and I'm still doing a lot of thinking, feeling of all the things that happened. I've been happy, I was happy...I'm trying to be happy. I've been sad, I have cried a river...I was sad and I'm still sad...I was broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for the last two weeks:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm on healing stage...trying to recover, trying to pick up the pieces... but then without any warning it striked again. I thought the tears have dried but it's not. I was sad again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the last 3 days:&lt;/strong&gt; I was happy...soooo happy...or maybe I was just pretending?Ouch! I guess so. Am I willing to give up my own happiness for the happines of the one I love? ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the last 11 hours:&lt;/strong&gt; icip icip icip....honestly I still don't know the answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;And for the last hours of surfing the net...I've decided to visit my super favorite Oprah Winfrey's site. And from there,...bumulaga saken ang tanong na&lt;strong&gt;" What i know for sure?"&lt;/strong&gt; a question that she always asks to her guests. I asked myself, What I know for sure nga ba? And honestly I still don't know the answer. Pero pramis...aalamin ko ang sagot...so that for the next time I ask &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SYGB2gHIn9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Jd0YOXe6RkE/s1600-h/200811_omag_for_sure_opener_190x225.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;myself that question I know already what to answer. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SYGB2gHIn9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Jd0YOXe6RkE/s1600-h/200811_omag_for_sure_opener_190x225.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-2926740137996027889?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2926740137996027889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=2926740137996027889&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/2926740137996027889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/2926740137996027889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-do-i-know-for-sure-part-1.html' title='what do I know for sure? part 1'/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SYGCcOsKu7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/VnuUraaKl-Y/s72-c/200811_omag_for_sure_opener_190x225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-917304625895868090</id><published>2009-01-28T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:51:23.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Slumdog Millioinaire: A review...and no cheating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SYE03UkGJ8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/0BSceOH6WXc/s1600-h/slumdog-millionaire-poster-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296572761781970882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SYE03UkGJ8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/0BSceOH6WXc/s400/slumdog-millionaire-poster-full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SYAmFuiiXaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/vpQW6XMnlp4/s1600-h/slumdog+millionaire.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jamal Malik is one question away from winning 20,000,000 rupees. How did he do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. He cheated&lt;br /&gt;B. He's lucky&lt;br /&gt;C. He's a genius&lt;br /&gt;D. It is destiny...and&lt;br /&gt;E. It's a wow...as in wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is...it is destiny and it's such a wow to see a kind of film like this that's so visually appealing and so warm that it touches my heart in more ways than I can imagine that it made me grab one box of tissue...(just kidding). No wonder it has earned a lot of rave reviews and even top the Oscars for grabbing 10 Oscar nominations second to Curious Case of Benjamin Button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the novel “Q &amp;amp; A” by Vikas Swarup, written for film by Simon Beaufoy and directed by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.nytimes.com/person/188724/Danny-Boyle?inline=nyt-per"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Danny Boyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, (Trainspotting) this film is more like a modern fairy tale that depicts the life of a boy from a slum in Mumbai India &lt;em&gt;"where lost children and dogs sift through trash so fetid you swear you can smell the discarded mango as well as its peel"&lt;/em&gt;and his journey that led him the way to hold on to his ultimate destiny.&lt;br /&gt;Dev Patel (who is just so superb in this movie, I must say) plays the role of Jamal Malik a young man who works in a call center serving tea to it's agents and who's search for his one great love led him to join Who wants to be a Millionaire?" He amused audience by being able to answer all its tough questions despite the fact that he's an illiterate who grow up in slum. Believing that he was cheating he was arrested and even tortured by the police. Thus paving the way to tell his story from the time he got orphan at a very tender age along with his brother Salim after the death of their mother during an Anti-Musliom riot, to that fateful incident that forced them to face harsh realities in life but then paved the way to meet Jamal's one great love Latika. And how each journey he made gives him a clue to answer all those questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny Boyle successfully trancscends this film from the present and then to the past with its vivid descriptive narration. He does not only showcase the way of life in slum areas in India but also showcases the kind of life of poverty stricken country all over the world. The film magnifies how people get so amused to every game show that offers million bucks of money for a pize as a resort to alleviate them from poverty. It is very evident to one of it's scenes when all the people in slum areas watch the episode in which Jamal will finally answer the 20,000,000 ruppee question and how they celebrate with him when he gives the right answer eventually making him an instant multi millionaire. They sympathize with him, they see themselves with him and join in his triumph that a poor man who grow up in slum can indeed answer even the hardest of questions and become a millionaire with only experience, wisdom and lessons in life learned as his weapons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the movie's dirty setting and some of it's violent scenes the main characters optimism towards life and it's humor make it like so light and warm that you feel like you're watching an heart warming, poignant love story with a thrill. (There's this one particular scene that actually makes me want to jump from my seat.) This movie is guaranteed to make you cry, laugh and gives you the feeling of wanting to fall in love over and over and over again. Two thumbs up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me end this by thanking Jamal Malik by leaving a great lesson in life: There's no worth a prize than finally seeing again the face of your one true love...ahhhhh.... And that one is no cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un na!!!^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-917304625895868090?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/917304625895868090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=917304625895868090&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/917304625895868090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/917304625895868090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2009/01/jamal-malik-is-one-question-away-from.html' title='Slumdog Millioinaire: A review...and no cheating'/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SYE03UkGJ8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/0BSceOH6WXc/s72-c/slumdog-millionaire-poster-full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-6153779374702667363</id><published>2009-01-27T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T02:30:28.001-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>32 things and more to do this year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I’m back!!!!! That’s just what I can say because I can’t think of a more exciting or profound way to start this…hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it’s been what almost 2 months that I wasn’t able to post anything except “what does my name means’ section on my blog. Awww.... It’s not because I’m tired or I don’t have anything to write anymore. It’s just my choice… a certain feeling that got into me. And there are reasons that I intend to share for my upcoming posts…pramis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEGWAY&lt;br /&gt;(This is a too late for the New Years post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually feels good that I’ve got a new blog template. (Just got this from blogger buster. com. Isn't it so fabulous?!) New look, new lay-out. I actually wanted to personalize this blog like what I used to have. A template that I can actually call as ‘mine’ my brainchild masterpiece…hehe, that would really make me proud of myself. But my gosh, I’m not really that good in using HTML aside from the fact that I started to get impatient. But I promise myself that I won’t stop until I’m done…hehe, as what my college colleague used to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from my blog’s new look to start another year of blogging. I’ve decided to make not the "always meant to be broken New Years Resolution" but a things to-do-list for this year. I just got so inspired by Lucy Torres column in the Philippine Star last two Sundays I think. I believe that you're making your year right by having a definite goals to achieve, things to do and tasks to accomplish...trying your best to do even just a half of it if not all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pray more and even harder not just for myself but for others.&lt;br /&gt;2.Blog as often as I can&lt;br /&gt;3. Write as often as I can even without deadlines.&lt;br /&gt;4. Spend more time with friends and family&lt;br /&gt;5. Make my dream scrapbook finally&lt;br /&gt;6. Be more health conscious..learn to drink those multivitamins and any healthy supplements that my Mama and Ate's are offering me.&lt;br /&gt;7. Buy and read more books&lt;br /&gt;8.Watch my favorite movies again on DVD&lt;br /&gt;9.Learn to recycle those bottles of juices that I buy.&lt;br /&gt;10. Have a trip to Tagaytay with my bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;11. Have a romance with crocheting and cross-stitching..again&lt;br /&gt;12.Be more forgiving and understanding&lt;br /&gt;13. Have at least one charitable organization to join to.&lt;br /&gt;14.Be more organize in my room, with my things, and office desk most especially.&lt;br /&gt;15.Learn to bake once again and finally be able to learn to bake creme brulee.&lt;br /&gt;16. Learn to drive this summer season.&lt;br /&gt;17. Learn to play guitar once again...this time I'll try to be more patient.&lt;br /&gt;18. Have a whole body massage and foot spa at least once a month.&lt;br /&gt;19. Buy more scented candles and flower decorations for our house.&lt;br /&gt;20.Be sweeter, more loving girlfriend...daughter and friend.(haha!)&lt;br /&gt;21.Eat more fruits and vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;22.Don't forget to hug my cat and dog everytime that I leave.&lt;br /&gt;23. Be more punctual.&lt;br /&gt;24.Have a different birthday celebration this year.&lt;br /&gt;25.Watch sunrise at least once this year.&lt;br /&gt;26.Learn to manage my emails and responsibly respond to it.&lt;br /&gt;27. Be more active and vigilant Greenpeace member.&lt;br /&gt;28.Excercise, do stetch my lazy bones every morning.&lt;br /&gt;29.Remember all my friends birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;30.Plant a tree on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;31.Keep all things whether a simple bus or plane ticket, photos, whtaever memorabilia I can have for every places I'll go and include it in my travel scrapbook.&lt;br /&gt;32. Open my own savings account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I dont promise that I can actually complete and accomplish all these things that are written here. But just seeing this to do list in my blog that already inpires me to slowly and patiently start one. Having a certain purpose and goal each day is one step to become a better person and become that person who WE want to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-6153779374702667363?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6153779374702667363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=6153779374702667363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/6153779374702667363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/6153779374702667363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-back-thats-just-what-i-can-say.html' title='32 things and more to do this year'/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-7288483756120005022</id><published>2008-11-10T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T00:32:48.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;At times like this, I think of nothing but leaving him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he keeps silent for reasons I don’t know and keeps me thinking,&lt;br /&gt;When he brags to me that he’s already committed and make me feel insecure&lt;br /&gt;When I feel that he does not want to be with me, that he just do it out pity,&lt;br /&gt;When he ignores me for the things that I wanted&lt;br /&gt;Or when I fail to comply to what he wants,&lt;br /&gt;When he declares that he’s irritated, to all of my craziness,&lt;br /&gt;When he proclaims that he loves his woman and I’m just a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Or he’ll just find a perfect woman and that woman is not me.&lt;br /&gt;When he doesn’t have any idea for the pains that he causes me&lt;br /&gt;At times like these, I cannot even think of feeling the pain&lt;br /&gt;(because it has been my companion)&lt;br /&gt;Of tasting my tears,&lt;br /&gt;(because I can even formulate tears, because I have known all its ingredients)&lt;br /&gt;Because I am very much used to all of these.&lt;br /&gt;I think of nothing but leaving him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I remember everything-&lt;br /&gt;The damn corny jokes,&lt;br /&gt;The laughters,&lt;br /&gt;The warm embrace and hugs…&lt;br /&gt;The hand that caresses mine&lt;br /&gt;The sweet and eager kisses,&lt;br /&gt;The way he takes away my hair from my face&lt;br /&gt;The humble looks,&lt;br /&gt;The nonsense advice,&lt;br /&gt; The sweet reconciliation after every misunderstanding,&lt;br /&gt;The way I cry when we he says that he doesn’t want me to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all those bittersweet memories we shared&lt;br /&gt;I think of nothing&lt;br /&gt;But to love him with all of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how could I leave him when every time the damn idea crosses my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I would remember who he really is and what he really feels,&lt;br /&gt;And I would remember who I really am and what I really feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-7288483756120005022?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7288483756120005022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=7288483756120005022&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/7288483756120005022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/7288483756120005022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2008/11/at-times-like-this-i-think-of-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-8543710198883482781</id><published>2008-11-06T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T01:00:54.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Certified Obama's Fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SRKl6ptZLlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/URq_eWER_40/s1600-h/obama+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265453341396774482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SRKl6ptZLlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/URq_eWER_40/s400/obama+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SRKlzl3LYuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_FqU8rtax7M/s1600-h/obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265453220104987362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SRKlzl3LYuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_FqU8rtax7M/s400/obama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barack Obama&lt;/strong&gt;- America's  newly elected and their very first African American president, making his way in the history books. Yahooo!!! Wow, some of you who may read this blog may think "what the hell do I care about him or America,? Nasa Pilipinas ako.(such a boring topic). And I know Mr. Barack Obama wouldn't dare to read this one to thank me because...HELLO!!! Sino ba ako?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The truth is this is the first time that I write a blog that tackles politics.There are a lot of issues before that I wanted to make an opinon through my blog...but just a mere thought of it...napapagod na ako. It makes me tired as well... But this time it's different. I'm actually excited to write this one and eager since last night after knowing that he indeed won the election...mind you it's a landslide victory...very impressive for such a young candidate. Well..obviously..hehe... I'm such a big fan of him. I first heard his name from Ms. Oprah Winfrey, who's by the way, I also love so much for being such an inspiration to people. I guess, having heard her saying his name was one of the reasons I decided to know who's actually Barack Obama,  trying to be the leader of the most powerful nation in the world. That's when i started to follow his life and his political career. His is a simple story of a child coming from a broken family whose parents came from two different sides of the world. He strived  to have a good education, leading a decent life, became a Senator, a father, a husband and then the first black President of America. Before I'm looking for something so significant event or situation in his life that happened to him, a dramatic political scene, a heroic act perhaps that makes him so popular and an instant favorite. But honestly I didn't see one. But I think what makes him loved, believed and elected by people is because of his sincerity, his call for a change, a new perspective in this world, a promise for the youth of all nations, his call for peace and equality without looking to the color of your skin or the shape of your eyes. He already made that heroic act, when he dared to fight against discrimination. He's a hero when he dared to shout to the world those things that most people actually wanted to say but cannot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It also makes me wonder why I get so interested in yesterday's election in America and even write this blog as  a tribute to Obama..hindi naman niya ito mababasa..hehe. Maybe because I'm hoping that this same scenario may happen to the Philippines. Wherein there's one candidate who is willing to stand and fight for his principless and for what is right for the majority even if he's principle is unpopular, yet he will be loved and  we will be ONE electing him without regrets but full of hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday as I watched the news, I could feel America's high and positive spirit, celebarating Obama's victory. His victory, each and every people's victory. How I wish na sana ganun din dito.. sa Pilipinas. SANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Congrats Mr. Obama! Ako po si Dorothy Quinquileria..isang  taga-hanga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-8543710198883482781?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8543710198883482781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=8543710198883482781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/8543710198883482781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/8543710198883482781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2008/11/certified-obamas-fan.html' title='Certified Obama&apos;s Fan'/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SRKl6ptZLlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/URq_eWER_40/s72-c/obama+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-681994061113679633</id><published>2008-10-30T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:38:20.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let's celebrate friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQqKnm1sgNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oVKdMWkA2_s/s1600-h/me+and+bes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263171527581139154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQqKnm1sgNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oVKdMWkA2_s/s400/me+and+bes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQqJeFydgAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BJH1feoUKqY/s1600-h/class+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263170264578752514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQqJeFydgAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BJH1feoUKqY/s400/class+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQqHN8ecJKI/AAAAAAAAADw/_iZ_KVH-ta8/s1600-h/friendship_fries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263167788177695906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQqHN8ecJKI/AAAAAAAAADw/_iZ_KVH-ta8/s400/friendship_fries.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQmD4taIM-I/AAAAAAAAADo/XETRu4Ref1E/s1600-h/lavoxa+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262882649844233186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQmD4taIM-I/AAAAAAAAADo/XETRu4Ref1E/s400/lavoxa+family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQmDXzayoyI/AAAAAAAAADg/Tz0eNEYihos/s1600-h/grad!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262882084521943842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQmDXzayoyI/AAAAAAAAADg/Tz0eNEYihos/s400/grad!!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQmDEZeutvI/AAAAAAAAADY/5v4GwbO2Esk/s1600-h/b5u.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262880922540070898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQmCUKsuV_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/3aqeZnyaGD8/s320/b5u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just finished writing the script for one episode of a Venezuelan telenovela to be dubbed next week. (Sa totoo lang...nakaka-churva talaga..hehe.) That means I am done kaya may time nang pumetiks..hehehe.That's why as I am just staring at the monitor and just doing nothing...and realizing that my cellphone hasn't yet ringing for any missed calls or text messages. That's when I am starting to feel that I really miss my friends so much...super, grabe as in to the max talaga sobra!.. Di ko na maalala the last time na we go out para gumimik o kumain man lang sa favorite na kainan, o kahit diyan lang sa me fishball stall sa kanto. Even the date of our last hanging out trip to the mall, di ko na din maalala. And of course, when was the last time that we had an exchange of long text messages to each other.. Nah... tagal na din. Well, I guess it's because of the following reasons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-most of my friends kasi smart ako..globe..haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-uhmm, kuripot ako pagdating sa load&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-we seldom see each other kasi they're in Lipa, im working here in Manila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-we are all busy at windang sa work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-pwedeng busy din sa lovelife..hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-o nagpapamiss lang talaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's why this blog I dedicate to all of my friends na super miss ko na talaga. Read this guys!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Note: not in particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4 of my male best buddies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bestfriend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JudE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grabe kelan nga ba tayo huling nagkita..Hmmm, nung March!? Wow, ilang days na lang before Christmas and I hope we can spend some time together bes. We've missed each other's birthdays and some other special occasions na nung college we used to celebrate together. I've missed giving you a bday gift..I've missed yung videoke trip naten, strolling sa SM..hehe. Kwentuhan ng lovelife. At namimis ko na din yung pinapagalitan kita kasi me katigasan din ang ulo mo..haha! I really really miss you Bes. Those times that we're just one ride away, ok na. But I know that we're still here for each other forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;EDBERT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss you na... but at least unlike si Jude nagkita pa tayo last JUne di ba? Miss ko na ang lambing at ang panlilibre mo saken..hehe. Me gf ka na ba? Manager ka na ata ng bank nyo eh...Seriously, miss na talaga kita. You're one of the few na nakakausap ko in any topic, mapa-politics, science, current events, movies, kahit ano, kahit about sa sun o sa moon..usap ulet tayo kaibigan...hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;DEO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;i hope Ok ka sa Dubai. You're a million miles away from me na. Di na tayo nakakapag-usap..i miss you alot., those good old days together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;But i'm always here for you.. you know that. Sana pag bagkita tayo ulet, ala ka ng brace..hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ROM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;i miss your funny antics, yung sweetness mo para sa akin na parang ate mo talaga..haha!!! I hope we can see each other again. You're one of the best lay-out artist in the world!!! Rock and Roll!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;THE GB Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kapatid na Rhea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;Anu na, sabi mo magcha-chat tayo di pala...hehe. Wow,this girl. I have never been so vocal but I tell you now how much I value you as my friend. I miss you. I hope magkaron ulet tayo ng bonding moments kasama ang GB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;KAPATID NA RHINA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;Obviuosly, Rhea's twin sister. And also a very special friend. Oh, parang bibingka ang dating ha..hehe. Thanks for believing in me Girl. I know you'll be successful someday.Gogogo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mareng May&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;You have always been an angel in my life. Kumusta na si Juan. Mukhang nagtatampo ka na sa akin ha. Babawi ako Mare. You know that i LOVE U SO MUCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LIEZL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This girl kahit bihira na kame magkita I know pag nagkita kame..super andun yung bond. I guess it's because we share a lot in common. And nagkakaintindihan kame sa mga bagay-bagay. You will always be special to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;LIZETH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i MISS our laughs together girl. Anu, umalis ka na ba sa work mo o nagpaposas ka na diyan..haha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;JEMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ill always be praying for you...keep up the good work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ynah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello!!! Super thank you for all the messages you keep sending to me. That means a lot...Take care of yourself and be nicer kasi nice ka na..hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;DERIK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wOW, soshal ka asa Pampanga ka na pala ha. Siguro sarap mo na magluto anoo..mekeni mekeni..hehe. Paramdam ka ok kahit di ka pa multo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;KACHIKADORA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Madam Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;Im so happy talaga for you..madam. Alam mo na yun... naku, miss ko n ang chikahan naten. You know how special ka talaga saken. You've been there sa mga hardest times ko sa office remember..haha!! I'm glad na at that time I have someone to share my own sentiments. Basta our secret will always be our secret.Lovu!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mareng ALLEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;Hi, Ganda!! i think one reason kung bakit tayo magkasundo is because pareho tayong maganda..haha!!joke. But I know, talagang pang-beauty queen ka naman ehh..mare. I miss you sobra..kelan ka uwi? You know that I'll always be here for you. Take care. And always hold on sa memories naten sa airplane ok? HahAHAH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY LAVOXA FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;di ko na iisa-isahin kulang na ang space. ..haha!!!But i miss and I love you guyz!!!punta tayo solidarity..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;JIMAC BUDDIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know who you are. I haven't seen you in awhile but I'll always cherish our memories together. Sa lahat ng payo, sa lahat ng pagpapatawa, sa lahat ng pang-aasar..hehe. Sa lahat lahat po..SALAMAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aND LASTLy TO ALL OF MY FRIENDS somewhere out there na hindi ko na nakikita. We are all busy making our own walks in life now. Maaaring ang iba sa atin kahit papaano, in one way or another naiisip pa din ang isa't-isa ,others baka hindi na. But the important thing is.. the memories are there. Once in our life we have touched each other's heart. Maaaring kacornyhan din ang sabihin na friends forever pero hindi naman nagkikita. But if sincerely in our hearts we are friends,,kahit ano mangyari..friends pa din. Sa lahat ng mga friendships diyan, let s all make time for them I believe na importante yan sa kahit na anong relationship. Let us all remind them that we are here and always be thankful na dumating sila sa buhay natin. Like love they also give meaning to our world. Minsan we may break each other's heart din. BUt unlike lovers na mahirap ang balikan sa friendship pwede kaibigan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Author's Note: I may miss someone in the list. Patawad po. But i'll make another post to make up for it. I love you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-681994061113679633?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/681994061113679633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=681994061113679633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/681994061113679633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/681994061113679633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-finished-writing-script-for-one.html' title='let&apos;s celebrate friendship'/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQqKnm1sgNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oVKdMWkA2_s/s72-c/me+and+bes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-6957459408031659179</id><published>2008-10-16T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:06:13.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the witch who snatches the princess role part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SPgv_9AHfdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/07litbBBF6M/s1600-h/dors-falling+hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258005340708371922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" height="183" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SPgv_9AHfdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/07litbBBF6M/s320/dors-falling+hearts.jpg" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'What really breaks my heart is not the discovery that my prince is already committed to his princess. What really breaks my heart more is how I try to snatch the princess role for myself when in reality I am just the witch who gets in the way'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just recently had a dream that I was being chased by a prince holding a sparkling glass shoe. 12 o' clock had striked already that I had to run for my wicked step mother and step sisters might discover that I was actually that beatiful princess in that fabulous party gown. But then after some time I was no longer being chased by the Prince..I wonder where he had gone? Did he got tired of looking for me? And that was the time that I realized I wasn't the one whose being chased by the Prince. All along I never realized that I was actually the one whose chasing him. He has running for someone else, and that someone else was the Princess the real Princess; not me. That other pair of glass shoe wasn't meant for me, I wasn't the Princess I thought I was. I was one of those witches, the most wicked witch trying to take the Prince away from his Princess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;All of us dream of having a perfect love story much like of a fairy tale. We wish it will come true. We will find someone we think is our Prince and yet realizes in the end that no he's just a 'monkey' pretending to be a Prince. You may find a real Prince but then loses him to a wicked witch. We also play different roles in our own love story. Of course who wouldn't want to play the lead character of his / her love story. But sometimes you're not. Sometimes you will play as the antagonist, the evil one, a mistress, the one who messed up everything, the witch. In the end you know that whatever you do, still you will end up crying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It breaks my heart knowing that I am not my Prince' princess. How can I be that someone who just simply sneaks in for his time and love. How many times I cried for feeling that I am destroying their love story, like a witch scheming to ruin the Princess' life. But this time its different because the prince actually loves the witch..not that much but still he loves her in any way he can. For the witch its more than enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But then there are the lucky ones (grrr! hehe) who find their Prince and they will leave happily ever after. Yes, there's no such thing as perfect love story, no fairy tales, no happily ever after..but I do believe that in the end in real world, there are happy endings. One can find a perfect love story in her own way, in her own choice. He may not be that picture-perfect Prince in a fairy tale but someone who can be a Prince for you even though you are not as pretty as Cinderella, because he will love you for who you are and who is willing to run for you even without holding that glass shoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the end I may not be the wicked witch after all. For I am willing to let go the Prince for his true love. But she still love the Prince and she wont stop until he says her so...(still wicked:p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I may still be dreaming now...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-6957459408031659179?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6957459408031659179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=6957459408031659179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/6957459408031659179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/6957459408031659179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2008/10/witch-who-snatches-princess-role.html' title='the witch who snatches the princess role part 1'/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SPgv_9AHfdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/07litbBBF6M/s72-c/dors-falling+hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8617799643466302066.post-2879838053981913824</id><published>2008-10-12T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:06:13.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SPK0cHqPulI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JRWOymtPW8o/s1600-h/Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256462110280366674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SPK0cHqPulI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JRWOymtPW8o/s320/Sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Welcome to my new blog account in cyberspace..hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My blogspot account. Wow, i never thought of having a new acount despite of me not being able to manage in regular basis my other accounts e.g. friendster, my space. multiply, facebook..wooha! Well I guess one thing that motivates me to create a new one is that this one I find so personal. I am just really literally starting..you see, I am not yet able to customize the settings, lay-out, audios..my pic! gosh how can I forget my pics..hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have gone through so much in my life these past months. Well.. 3 months to be exact. I have felt different emotions that a person can actually feel, as in...happiness- sadness, relieved-anxiety, satisfied-dissapointment, so much in love..then so much heart broken..hehe. I have a lot of things that runs through my head. That I guess, I really got this eagernes to write. I wanted to express myself through words. I have so many things that I would like to share and its kinda frustrating when I wasn't able to...nakakaloka!!!hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;New beginnings,,another journey..another chapter. Literally and figuratively I am starting anew. Yo may wonder why I used 'sunset' as this articles' image.. gusto ko lang ^^;.. nah, just kidding. I dont know.. i just have this so much fascination in sunset.. they say that a person who loves sunset is sentimental....(oopps lets reserved that for my blog next time..ok?) For now.. come with my new journey. You are free to comment just dont be so harsh..hehe. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Authors Note:( This article has taken 1 week to publish..reason: I always encountered a connection problem that I find it hard to save it.hehe.. Finally.. this time its a success!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8617799643466302066-2879838053981913824?l=dorspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2879838053981913824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8617799643466302066&amp;postID=2879838053981913824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/2879838053981913824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8617799643466302066/posts/default/2879838053981913824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorspot.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome-to-my-new-blog-account-in.html' title='new beginnings'/><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03397373801253026944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SQGUre9nM2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MyIRa8aRHYc/S220/pacute+eh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NmuO_wtBXHQ/SPK0cHqPulI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JRWOymtPW8o/s72-c/Sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
