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  <pubDate>Wed, 26 Dec 2007 21:54:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>a letter from a friend</title>
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  <description>i received an email from a friend sobrang nakakatuwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt&quot;&gt;In a brief conversation, a man, speaking to a woman, was out to pursue the question, &quot;What kind of man are you looking for?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in the eye and asked, &quot;Do you really want to know?&quot; Reluctantly, he said, &quot;Yes&quot; as she began to expound...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;As a woman in this day and age, I am in a position to ask a man what he can do for me that I can&apos;t do for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I pay my own bills.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take care of my household without the help of any man- or woman for that matter. I am in the position to ask, &apos;What can you bring to the table?&apos;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man looked at her. Clearly he thought that she was referring to money. She quickly corrected his thought and stated, &quot;&lt;b&gt;I am not referring to money... I need something more. I need a man who is striving for perfection in every aspect of life.&lt;/b&gt;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat back in his chair, folded his arms, and asked her to explain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, &quot;I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection mentally. I need conversation and mental stimulation. I don&apos;t need a simple-minded man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection spiritually because I don&apos;t need to be unequally yoked... Believers mixed with unbelievers are a recipe for disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a man who is striving for perfection financially because I don&apos;t need a financial... burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for someone who is Sensitive enough to understand what I go through as a woman, but Strong enough to keep me grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for someone who I can Respect. In order to be submissive, I must respect him. I cannot be submissive to a man who isn&apos;t taking care of his business. &lt;b&gt;I have no&lt;br /&gt;problem being submissive... He just has to be worthy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God made woman to be a helpmate for man. At this point, I can&apos;t help a man if he can&apos;t help himself.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she finished her spill, she looked at him. He sat there with a puzzled look on his face, and exclaimed, &lt;b&gt;&quot;You&apos;re asking for a whole lot!&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which she gracefully replied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Only if you think I&apos;m not WORTH a lot.&quot; :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&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; ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this article in one of the bulletins in friendster...it&apos;s nice...I like it (I wanted to say, &lt;b&gt;so true&lt;/b&gt;)! :D Happy Holidays! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care,&lt;br /&gt;She Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: blue&quot;&gt;&quot;Work like you don&apos;t need the money, dance like no one&apos;s watching, love like your heart&apos;s never been broken...&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2007 17:14:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i love this blog</title>
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  <description>&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;uncle bob your the best.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: red&quot;&gt;I WILL BE HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: red&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;by: U. Bob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: red&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;Days prior to next week till today, my ears have been a repository of most&amp;nbsp;agents’ angst and disgust as they contemplate the workweek ahead. Wearing headsets on the most important holidays of the year. Pathetic! The reasons for grumbling vary, most boils to one thing only – to be with their families and love ones -- like I do yearn too.&amp;nbsp; If only an executive decision via a presidential proclamation could move those days on a weekend or the cables that link us to our client breaks down and thus declare a no-work week next week ( good luck to queues when it gets fixed). Yeah, dream on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: red&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Of course you&apos;d rather be somewhere else, but working on Christmas day or on the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; day of the year does not really seem bad after all. For one you are not a lone martyr. A soldier camped away from home and paranoid if rebels will honor the ceasefire. Rebels hiding from soldiers and missing the holiday for a cause. A surgeon on duty on New Year’s Day stitching back fingers from a reckless reveler. Close to five million OFWS deprived of just being here. And the heroes multiply as I lose count of those who sacrifice this time of the year for a grander reason. An article I read&amp;nbsp;sums it quite purely. “ …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;it’s the economics of choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: red&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;In all the interviews, most had said that they would rather be with their loved ones instead of working during that special day of December.&amp;nbsp; However, due to their work, these Filipinos are forced to be away from them.&amp;nbsp; These Filipinos try to live with the grayness of the holidays the same way they live with their economic situation: with fortitude and a semblance of hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.” (PDI, December&amp;nbsp;4 2007 - J. Nacino/J.Aguilar) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: red&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;I’m not trying to be the good guy here but I have realized that adhering to your duty really makes sense. There is honor and dignity to be away for several hours and answer calls that mean a decent living for those who we really work for. They would mention our names over “Noche Buena” not out of pity but of being boastful of our absence. That this family or friend who is not around for this special time is spending it taking calls and resolving problems of other people. Being away to help people and being with people who believe in the same&amp;nbsp;sacrifice for the same purpose. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: red&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;I have explained this plainly to my children and my better half. I have to be there because my fellow agents will be there too. They will be away too like your dad. But soon I will be with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: red&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;I will be here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: red&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A BLESSED YEAR AHEAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 16 Dec 2007 15:55:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>minda</title>
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  <description>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;It was Wednesday morning after work. I went home to change clothes and decided to go down to walk my dog and buy food in a burger stand across the street, upon ordering my favorite burger, I saw the old lady carrying huge bags, dirty plastics and she looks like she haven’t taken a bath for more than a month, she was buying some food and a cup of coffee, I stare at her and in some how felt bad, till suddenly a question pop up on my mind &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: red&quot;&gt;“why there are poor people who are so nice and honest? And why there are rich people who are greedy and selfish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I asked the old lady. &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: red&quot;&gt;“What are you having?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; she pointed her finger to the menu board; she was ordering a promo burger which will only cost her 20bucks. The guy who works for the burger stand is hesitant to give her order for she may not pay for it, but what she did was, she pays for it first so she could have her breakfast. After ordering while walking towards to my building apartment she approaches me and asked &lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: red&quot;&gt;“&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;what’s the name of your dog?”&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it’s Jangga! What a cute name and what a cute dog as for her response. I was standing at the corner of the building with my dog looking at her while she was eating her breakfast, and then I asked her, what is your name? She replied Minda, Minda is my name. Till she told me a lot things like she go to a cemetery everyday to visit her husband and twins who died few years ago. While she’s telling her story I can feel the pain inside her and the teary eyes on her face breaks my heart. After telling me her story she just smiles and says I have to go now. So I asked her where are you going. She told me I’m going nowhere ill just walk till I get tired then take a rest then walk again, that’s how my life goes, walk, sleep then if I got lucky a penny or a piece of bread will be spared. I checked my pocket to get some money for her, after I gave her the money she smiles and say &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: red&quot;&gt;“thank you so much this will be useful for my survival, god bless you”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; then she walks away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;Every time I encounter this kind of situation I usually share it to my partner, most of the time got disappointed and keep on asking me why I keep on giving money for those kinds of people. Yes I understand his point because he has nieces who is hemophiliac, instead of giving to beggars or poor people he would rather buy medicines for his nieces, I came from a middle class family, I know I am fortunate enough to afford all the things that I want and that’s the reason why I work so hard, to afford all the things I wanted, as for me? I can even spend 200bucks for a cup of coffee, a small amount would not hurt, so I don’t care what other people would think or say with what I’m doing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 11 Dec 2007 20:25:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>cho vs. cho-na</title>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: red&quot;&gt;&quot;There are things in life that no matter how hard we tried to understand things, still we cannot find the right answers on how to resolved our own issues&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-STYLE: normal&quot;&gt;A few months ago when me and boyfriend had a huge fight in my apartment, we almost physically hurt each other, for the record we never physically hurt each other. After the incident I decided to text my friend to go to my apartment because I am so disappointed and mad on what happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-STYLE: normal&quot;&gt;I told my friend everything that happen; he was shocked for what I did and what my boyfriend did to me. He never knew that we will come to the point of throwing things to each other where normally every time we’re having pity misunderstanding we just sit down and talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-STYLE: normal&quot;&gt;I am so much lucky to have a friend like him, because he never said anything that will make me feel better but in fact what he did was he asked me some questions that will lead to identify the issues. My friend told me that I have a strong character, that when I say things it normally doesn’t go with my actions. Hmmm I wonder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: red&quot;&gt;“MUKHA BA AKONG ABNORMAL WHEN I SAY THINGS?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-STYLE: normal&quot;&gt;but seriously he told me that I am the type of a friend that will give everything that I can to someone that I know they deserve, that’s why often times when I asked favor they cannot say “NO” hmm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: red&quot;&gt;now can somebody tell me what’s the real problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-STYLE: normal&quot;&gt;And if they say no to me the looks or my facial reaction contradicts the way I say “its ok” “no problem” “I’m good” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-STYLE: normal&quot;&gt;My friend and I had a Christmas shopping in one of the malls in makati, till another friend called, inviting us for a dinner, when the three of us are together, I decided to text my boyfriend and asked him if he wants to join us for a dinner, the dinner went well except for, when my friend told me to remove my hat that we bought from the mall that I am going to use for our Christmas Party, when I removed my hat and looked in the mirror, I don’t like the way my hair looks so I told him, “nah it’s ok ill used my hat tonight”&amp;nbsp;then he told me not to use it so that everyone will be surprise with my outfit…. Boohhhoooo I told him it’s ok besides there’s nothing too special on the event I just want to attend and what’s with the outfit thing? It’s very common. That’s it! Still he doesn’t want me to use my freaking hat. “ARGH” so I gave it to him and told myself it’s ok let it go but the other side of my brain keeps on telling me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: red&quot;&gt;“why do have to do that, it’s your money, it’s your thing get it and tell him back off fag its my thing”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-STYLE: normal&quot;&gt;but since I have these certain issue as what they told me, I have to compose myself, I have to control the situation, I have to know how to be on the positive mental attitude side. But it didn’t work the way I want it to be, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: red&quot;&gt;“I AM BRAT! YES I AM – WHAT CHO WANTS CHO GETS” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-STYLE: normal&quot;&gt;Till I walked away and ride a cab going to work pretending that I’m all good which I know that my friends are too smart to know that I am not ok…. I gave my boyfriend a call to tell him what I felt with what happen then he asked me, you want me to talk to them, I said “no that is so immature, there’s nothing to discuss, these should not be an issue” the time I got to the office, I called my boyfriend again he told me that my friends decided to grab a cup of coffee and he might get one as well but on a different coffee shop then go home, after an hour I checked my phone to check if he got home safe, what a surprise never receive any messages from him so I text him after a while still no reply so I decided to text my friend and call to find out if my boyfriend is with them, for me it’s ok if he go out specially if he will be going out with my friends but the point is why he didn’t told me that he is still with my friends? I know I don’t have to put malice on the situation nor to be paranoid, but what’s the point of not telling me where he is, not to mentioned that he told my friends that he still need to go back to someplace where he needs to double check the set-up for their company Christmas party the following day, which I didn’t know so thanks to my friend for telling me that he has to do something after the dinner. I felt so disappointed and loser with what happen, I don’t know what else to do or think. “Is it me?.... or is it the people around me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-STYLE: normal&quot;&gt;It’s about time to analyze things, things that aren’t working the way I want it to be. There are two questions on how to identify. First is to ask your self &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: red&quot;&gt;“what went wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-STYLE: normal&quot;&gt; After identifying and providing resolution asked your self again&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: red&quot;&gt; &lt;em&gt;“what went well”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; then take it from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: maroon&quot;&gt;“MAHIRAP KALABANIN ANG SARILI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2007 18:16:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Beyonce Feve - Live in Manila</title>
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  <description>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;Beyonce Fever – Live in &lt;st1:city w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Manila&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;I know it’s been a month since Beyonce Knowles visit manila for her Asian Promo Tour.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;But let me share you my experience. An experience that I will forever be proud of!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;It was August 2007 when my lover told me that Beyonce will be visiting &lt;st1:city w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Manila&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; for a promo tour concert. Well I am not really a Beyonce fan aside from watching her DREAM GIRLS movie over and over because of Jennifer Hudson “and I am telling you” and their “one night only” song which is my granny’s favorite song back in her days. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;It was afternoon the day of her concert when my lover called me to tell me that he got a pass to meet beyonce at the back stage before her concert. Hmmmmm for me its not that big deal, but since I love him so I have to show him that I am so much excited for the good news. He picked me up at my place around 5pm. On the way to THE FORT I can feel the excitement from him. We got to THE FORT around 6pm. He introduces me to some of the people he knows from the industry. We’re at the back stage waiting for Beyonce to arrive. I am kinda pissed because we’re there waiting for some diva of the millennium to arrive, till a guy went out to inform us that The Diva arrived and we need to form a line before meeting her in her dressing room. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;On our way inside the BOUNCER told us that no Mobile phone with camera is allowed or digital camera. The moment I went inside her room with my boyfriend. She was there standing, when she turned around…… waaaaaahhhhh now I understand what “STARSTRUCK” means. I was like a manikin I can’t move my feet, the smile on my face got stuck because of her beautiful face. Till she approached me to say “HI HOW ARE YOU DOING?” I don’t know what to say. The only thing that came out to my big mouth was. “YOU’RE SO BEAUTIFUL I CANT BELIEVE THAT YOU’RE STANDING IN FRONT OF ME” she just laugh and shake my hand and told me “I LOVE YOUR COUNTRY I WISH I COULD STAY MORE TO GO AROUND BUT UNFORTUNATELY I HAVE TO LEAVE TOMORROW FOR ANOTHER SHOW” till another guy approached us for a pictorial.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;After the pictorial, there I was walking away from her with a big smile on my face. After a while I told my lover “DAMN BABY SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL OR I MUST SAY SHE IS A GOD” she was even having a high fever that night, when the show started she acted like she feels well. The concert lasted for almost 2 hours. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;&quot;&gt;The concert went more than what I expected and things went too emotional when she sang LISTEN. Now I can tell that I she is a true DIVA!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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