<?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-3346546367418669480</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:50:34.000+04:00</updated><category term='Alone'/><category term='be strong'/><category term='Happy'/><category term='trust'/><category term='kaumay...hehehe'/><category term='be patient'/><category term='My Culet'/><category term='Take-out dunkin super dami'/><category term='Starbucks'/><category term='Its Him'/><category term='move on'/><category term='doesn&apos;t love her'/><category term='Money'/><category term='My Nose'/><category term='Duwa'/><category term='Manggang Hilaw'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='It was ended'/><category term='201'/><category term='Suretype Goodbye'/><title type='text'>Smiley c",)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>isciel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09382761595485233655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346546367418669480.post-2239361166463454419</id><published>2008-07-17T18:57:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:58:30.119+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be patient'/><title type='text'>Be patient...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qq1M5FH4Nu8/SISkTuS9fHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/O6JaDXIFAnE/s1600-h/untitled5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225482126408645746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qq1M5FH4Nu8/SISkTuS9fHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/O6JaDXIFAnE/s320/untitled5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a true story which happened in the States. A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck. The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy's hands into pulp as punishment. When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital. Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands. When the boy woke up from the surgery &amp;amp; saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, " Daddy,I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going to grow back?" The father went home &amp;amp; committed suicide. Think about this story the next time someone steps on your feet or u wish to take revenge. Think first before u lose your patience with someone u love. Trucks can be repaired.. Broken bones &amp;amp; hurt feelings often can't. Too often we fail to recognize the difference between the person and the performance. We forget that forgiveness is greater than revenge. People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever. &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/3346546367418669480-2239361166463454419?l=isciel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/feeds/2239361166463454419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3346546367418669480&amp;postID=2239361166463454419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/2239361166463454419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/2239361166463454419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/2008/07/be-patient.html' title='Be patient...'/><author><name>isciel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09382761595485233655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qq1M5FH4Nu8/SISkTuS9fHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/O6JaDXIFAnE/s72-c/untitled5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346546367418669480.post-7058573948685351928</id><published>2008-07-16T10:30:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:58:30.252+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qq1M5FH4Nu8/SILcQSSnLYI/AAAAAAAAABI/DkJ4epu-2k4/s1600-h/Trust.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224980690049117570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qq1M5FH4Nu8/SILcQSSnLYI/AAAAAAAAABI/DkJ4epu-2k4/s320/Trust.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;TRUST is a very important factor for all relationships. When trust is broken, it is the end of the relationship. Lack of trust leads to suspicion, suspicion generates anger, anger causes enmity and enmity may result in separation. A telephone operator told me that one day she received a phone call. She answered, "Public Utilities Board." There was silence. She repeated, "PUB." There was still no answer. When she was going to cut off the line, she Heard a lady's voice, "Oh, so this is PUB.Sorry, I got the number from my Husband's pocket but I do not know whose number it is." Without mutual trust, just imagine what will happen to the couple if the telephone operator answered with just "hello" instead of "PUB". &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/3346546367418669480-7058573948685351928?l=isciel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/feeds/7058573948685351928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3346546367418669480&amp;postID=7058573948685351928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/7058573948685351928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/7058573948685351928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/2008/07/trust-is-very-important-factor-for-all.html' title=''/><author><name>isciel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09382761595485233655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qq1M5FH4Nu8/SILcQSSnLYI/AAAAAAAAABI/DkJ4epu-2k4/s72-c/Trust.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346546367418669480.post-1848642273153272592</id><published>2008-07-15T10:26:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T10:15:53.240+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be strong'/><title type='text'>Emotional breakdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Due to the fact that the lady is now encountering, she is suffering for emotional breakdown. She cannot help herself, she wants to help but then she thinks that she can’t do it without that man. Every night she always thinking about that man and she use to cry hard but nobody knows about that except her friend. She cannot accept that they were separated without any reason at all. This lady always asking, what is the meaning of love? How about the true happiness of love? Is this kind of emotional breakdown is part of that love? Can that lady do something about it in order for her to escape to that breakdown? How can she avoid that man in this case? Why is it if there's a love there's always pain?  Where is the happiness?  For me, it is really hard to fall in love. You have to be ready in all aspects when it comes to love, because you will never know what will happen to you in the future.  &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/3346546367418669480-1848642273153272592?l=isciel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/feeds/1848642273153272592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3346546367418669480&amp;postID=1848642273153272592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/1848642273153272592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/1848642273153272592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/2008/07/emotional-breakdown.html' title='Emotional breakdown'/><author><name>isciel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09382761595485233655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346546367418669480.post-5902224939271076278</id><published>2008-07-14T10:03:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T10:04:41.941+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doesn&apos;t love her'/><title type='text'>Still not feeling well</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It’s been two days after the shocking moment and still the lady is not feeling well.  She used to cry at night as if end of the world for her.  She cannot accept the fact that the man doesn’t love her anymore.  And she cannot accept the fact that the man decides without any valid reasons at all.  The lady doesn’t want to go for work because she cannot work hard, she always thinking about the man.  She continuously sending messages to the man asking what is the real reason why they have to end already?  But then the man doesn’t even answer her back, no reply coming from that man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346546367418669480-5902224939271076278?l=isciel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/feeds/5902224939271076278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3346546367418669480&amp;postID=5902224939271076278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/5902224939271076278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/5902224939271076278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/2008/07/still-not-feeling-well.html' title='Still not feeling well'/><author><name>isciel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09382761595485233655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346546367418669480.post-4578714425639331573</id><published>2008-07-13T15:42:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T10:01:47.143+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='move on'/><title type='text'>Time to move on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was early in the morning when the lady woke up and went to the bathroom. She was crying inside the bathroom. She cannot do anything, what she wants is to talk to that man. It’s a nice feeling to fall in love but too painful when someone has decided to part ways. It was ten in the morning when she arrives and starts working. All of her colleagues were asking about her, why she is too silent, what happened? The lady opened her problem to her friend in the company. While telling the stories she started to cry again. The man who really likes her very much asked her about what happen. The lady doesn’t want to talk already because she was afraid to cry again since she’s already tired of crying and thinking. The lady’s friend and her friend’s boyfriend called her, and gave her some advises that its time to move on. How can she move on if there’s something reminds her about the man? But the lady laughed when her friend told her to throw all the not too expensive things and remain those expensive. But how can she throw the things if those things are memorable to her heart? How can the lady move on? Its hard to move on but she have to try, but she is helpless.&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/3346546367418669480-4578714425639331573?l=isciel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/feeds/4578714425639331573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3346546367418669480&amp;postID=4578714425639331573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/4578714425639331573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/4578714425639331573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-to-move-on.html' title='Time to move on'/><author><name>isciel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09382761595485233655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346546367418669480.post-6904752622781744192</id><published>2008-07-12T14:44:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T15:44:39.333+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It was ended'/><title type='text'>Midnight and it was ended...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One day, the lady went to her friend’s house just to have some fun. When suddenly somebody was calling her mobile. She answered the call and the man told her that he is waiting for her at the parking area. The lady was in a hurry because after a long time she will meet the man again . That man is her boyfriend. When she entered the car she greeted the man, but the man didn’t answer her back. This lady was thinking about what happen? Why this man turned to be moody? She asked the question to the man and the man answered her, “nothing”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the lady did is to talk and talk and talk when suddenly this man told the lady that he needs a break, that maybe they can rest for a while. The lady was surprised about what she heard from her boyfriend. She ignored that thinking that her boyfriend is not serious. Then the man repeated that again. There was a shocking moment that time, which the lady could not speak because of that decision. A tear coming from the eye of the lady fell down to her lips, she asked, “what’s the reason?”, and then the man told her that he was not at peace, that there is something bothering him. The lady asked the man if there’s a problem. But then, the man remains silent, he just ignored the question that turns the lady cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was midnight when they reached the house of the lady. The lady cannot stopped on crying, until the man holds the hand of the lady saying that to take good care of herself always, don’t think too much of him, he also told the lady that once she finds someone new just tell him. That night was a big headache to the lady. What the lady wishes for is all the best, but then she failed again. All the pain that she kept inside her heart was already opened to her boyfriend, the man cried also. Because the lady knows the weakness point of her man, that’s why the man really hates dramatic person because he also a dramatic person. That he cannot control his tears. That night was a shocking moment, no relationship would want to end into nothing. Every relationship wanted to grow more until they end up to a marriage. But as for this lady, she’s not successful when it comes to love, she always failed. There was a time that the lady is already hopeless but sometimes she was a hardheaded because she doesn’t mind about what other people’s advises. She took that advises of her friends but sometimes the lady always listening to her heart. This lady is a stupid person, if the man doesn’t care about her already then its time to move on.&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/3346546367418669480-6904752622781744192?l=isciel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/feeds/6904752622781744192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3346546367418669480&amp;postID=6904752622781744192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/6904752622781744192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/6904752622781744192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/2008/07/midnight-and-it-was-ended.html' title='Midnight and it was ended...'/><author><name>isciel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09382761595485233655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346546367418669480.post-424680393623336888</id><published>2008-07-11T14:41:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T15:45:06.080+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Went out to have some fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I woke up at around 9:30 in the morning and I decided to visit my friend in Deira. I took taxi so that I can arrive there earlier and also because it’s hot outside. I paid the taxi cab for the amount of AED25 (gosh! That’s 300+ in peso). I reached the flat at around 11am and all of them were complete because I didn’t know that there’s a celebration, it was Ana’s Birthday one of my friend flatmates. I enjoyed the moment when I’m spending my weekend with them, ang sarap pala ng feeling. It was 12 midnight when my friend called and picked me in Deira. &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/3346546367418669480-424680393623336888?l=isciel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/feeds/424680393623336888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3346546367418669480&amp;postID=424680393623336888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/424680393623336888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/424680393623336888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/2008/07/went-out-to-have-some-fun.html' title='Went out to have some fun'/><author><name>isciel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09382761595485233655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346546367418669480.post-2682038948482871520</id><published>2008-07-10T14:33:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T15:45:31.866+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alone'/><title type='text'>Home alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thursday and it was half day, after office hour I went home, the driver dropped me in my accommodation. I’m home alone! My friend promised me that she will visit me and spend overnight with me but unfortunately she doesn’t came because of the heavy traffic and hard to find and wait for the bus. What I did I cooked and prepared my dinner and watched some dvd movies. I slept at around 1 am. That’s life of being home alone.&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/3346546367418669480-2682038948482871520?l=isciel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/feeds/2682038948482871520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3346546367418669480&amp;postID=2682038948482871520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/2682038948482871520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/2682038948482871520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/2008/07/home-alone.html' title='Home alone'/><author><name>isciel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09382761595485233655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346546367418669480.post-3498938060142632753</id><published>2008-07-09T15:26:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T15:46:02.283+04:00</updated><title type='text'>1 minute before 1pm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My boss and I went to the lawyer this morning. We’re in a hurry because by 1pm the lawyer will be out for lunch. The purpose of going there is to get the Lawyer’s signature because we have to cancel the visa of one of our staff. This staff is an Uzbekistan (Russian). A 19 year old lady who terminated because she does not performing well. It was 5 minutes before 1pm when we reached the building. We went to the 9th floor because somebody told us that the lawyer’s office was located at the said floor, then we roamed around but it was not there. We called our secretary to call the Lawyer’s office and ask what floor is the Accord International, and it was located at the 12th floor, oh my goodness wrong information and 1 minute left before 1 pm and the lawyer will be out already. We reached their office exactly 1 pm and the lawyer is about to leave the office. Then finally the lawyer sees us and escorted us to his office and we start talking.&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/3346546367418669480-3498938060142632753?l=isciel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/feeds/3498938060142632753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3346546367418669480&amp;postID=3498938060142632753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/3498938060142632753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/3498938060142632753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/2008/07/1-minute-before-1pm.html' title='1 minute before 1pm.'/><author><name>isciel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09382761595485233655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346546367418669480.post-6517707598308463087</id><published>2008-07-08T12:41:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T10:30:39.308+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Its Him'/><title type='text'>He surprised me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been waiting for my boyfriend to arrive from other country, because its been more than two weeks already since we never see each other. Its ten o'clock in the evening when i decided to send him sms that not to call me anymore, i just say that because its been one hour waiting for his call and i'm tired of waiting huh! Because all i wanted is to know what is the update on his documents. Then i decided to go to sleep. Actually, i cannot sleep that night because there's something bothering me. I stand up and went to the kitchen to drink some milk and after that heading to my bed again. Its been twelve midnight when i received a call coming from him, i was surprised for that call because i thought that he still in other country and will arrive soon. He told me to wait for him because he is coming. Thirty minutes when he arrived at my house. When i opened my door, it was him...he smiled at me and i gave him a big hug because i miss him so much. And then we started our conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346546367418669480-6517707598308463087?l=isciel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/feeds/6517707598308463087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3346546367418669480&amp;postID=6517707598308463087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/6517707598308463087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/6517707598308463087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/2008/07/he-surprised-me.html' title='He surprised me!'/><author><name>isciel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09382761595485233655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346546367418669480.post-6693763800939328260</id><published>2008-07-08T09:21:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T12:37:59.163+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Nose'/><title type='text'>I hate that Guy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of my colleagues always wanted to touch my nose, I don’t know why he have to do that… my nose is not that long and not too short or pointed its only a simple nose not flat not pointed but its fine. This afternoon, when I told them if they have no more concerns or anything regarding their duty, they can leave my room already because I have to attend for an important meeting with other company. When suddenly this guy always looking at me and smiling at me without any reasons that’s why I’m always asking him if there’s something wrong? He answers me back only for 'nothing'. Then I told him that he may go now because somebody is waiting outside, but then before he left he started to touch my nose and then he smiled and walked faster because he knows that I might get angry again, but it happens all the time. That is why I hate that guy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346546367418669480-6693763800939328260?l=isciel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/feeds/6693763800939328260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3346546367418669480&amp;postID=6693763800939328260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/6693763800939328260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/6693763800939328260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-hate-that-guy.html' title='I hate that Guy!'/><author><name>isciel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09382761595485233655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346546367418669480.post-8897455613652912901</id><published>2008-07-07T10:00:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:58:30.534+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><title type='text'>Send Money!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qq1M5FH4Nu8/SHH9YKhPOrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9jFceLJ1wG4/s1600-h/j0433118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220232034681567922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qq1M5FH4Nu8/SHH9YKhPOrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9jFceLJ1wG4/s200/j0433118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This afternoon I decided to send money to my family in the Philippines. Because tomorrow, July 7, its my Mommy's Birthday. She was happy when i called her to say advance happy birthday, and i told her to cook pansit. I just opened to her that i already sent money, she can withdraw that anytime within tomorrow July 7, the day of her Birthday. You know what? All i wanted to my parents especially my mother to make them happy, that is why i'm working hard because of them because they are my inspiration.&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/3346546367418669480-8897455613652912901?l=isciel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/feeds/8897455613652912901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3346546367418669480&amp;postID=8897455613652912901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/8897455613652912901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/8897455613652912901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/2008/07/send-money.html' title='Send Money!'/><author><name>isciel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09382761595485233655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qq1M5FH4Nu8/SHH9YKhPOrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9jFceLJ1wG4/s72-c/j0433118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346546367418669480.post-4632512505727434037</id><published>2008-07-05T11:30:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:58:30.817+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manggang Hilaw'/><title type='text'>Manggang Hilaw with matching … Wow, super sarap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qq1M5FH4Nu8/SHH54ig-kOI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qXfVstVOpPo/s1600-h/my+friend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220228192832229602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qq1M5FH4Nu8/SHH54ig-kOI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qXfVstVOpPo/s320/my+friend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After office hour, my friend ycel called up and she was asking for a favor to visit her flat. Since we never see each other for the past 2 weeks (bec. I’m busy), I decided to visit her. I was surprised when she gave me my favorite fruit which is manggang hilaw with matching alamang….wow, super sarap! And I thank her for that. After that, we went out to take our dinner in Taza Resto. And you know what? All of the crew there were all Filipinos… shocking talaga, this means only that Filipinos are hard working people. That’s why when we took our dinner its looks like we’re still in the Philippines, i miss my hometown.&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/3346546367418669480-4632512505727434037?l=isciel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/feeds/4632512505727434037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3346546367418669480&amp;postID=4632512505727434037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/4632512505727434037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/4632512505727434037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/2008/07/manggang-hilaw-with-matching-wow-super.html' title='Manggang Hilaw with matching … Wow, super sarap!'/><author><name>isciel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09382761595485233655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qq1M5FH4Nu8/SHH54ig-kOI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qXfVstVOpPo/s72-c/my+friend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346546367418669480.post-6792450989210011323</id><published>2008-07-05T10:31:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T14:43:55.390+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Are you happy? Well, to tell you… I’m definitely happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I always stayed at home when it’s Friday.  It’s good to relax, listen to some good music, watching movies, and most of all eating… that’s the best thing we can do if it is off duty, right? Because it’s our privilege, everybody’s privilege.  But, I think I’m not involve with that kind of privilege, to tell you honestly, I’m still working the whole day, making some important policies to be implemented in our company.  Really hard to be a part on this kind of field but… really I’m enjoying.  I do not totally believe to other sayings that when you are enjoying to some other things or when you are enjoying with your work it means that you are inspired; it happens only that this is my job and I’m definitely happy with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346546367418669480-6792450989210011323?l=isciel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/feeds/6792450989210011323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3346546367418669480&amp;postID=6792450989210011323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/6792450989210011323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/6792450989210011323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/2008/07/are-you-happy-well-to-tell-you-im.html' title='Are you happy? Well, to tell you… I’m definitely happy!'/><author><name>isciel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09382761595485233655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346546367418669480.post-8816893252494063286</id><published>2008-07-03T12:59:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T15:25:24.263+04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its been a long time since i updated my blog...gosh! If nobody reminds me about my blog i will be busy with some other things, like now busy working in this company, but i like working huh... i do love my career... But i promise to be more active posting my moments here in other country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346546367418669480-8816893252494063286?l=isciel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/feeds/8816893252494063286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3346546367418669480&amp;postID=8816893252494063286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/8816893252494063286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/8816893252494063286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time'/><author><name>isciel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09382761595485233655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346546367418669480.post-4209779286525655024</id><published>2007-03-02T23:30:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:45:45.831+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='201'/><title type='text'>Sayang</title><content type='html'>I will never forget the person i assisted during my last stay at the office.  It so happened that im waiting for the arrival of my mother just to get my things when suddenly someone visited the office and looking something that might used in their office in room 201.  Syempre i assisted our staff.  Then we started our conversation, ewan ko ba the first word that i answered to him was "sayang", then he quickly asked me why naman sayang, then syempre i have to find a way para makalusot into that word.  Then he answered me back " yes its sayang", i told him why?  then he answered me kasi we never given the chance to know each other then this is our first and last meeting.  Gosh!  Sayang talaga... (cute pa naman).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346546367418669480-4209779286525655024?l=isciel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/4209779286525655024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/4209779286525655024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/2007/03/sayang.html' title='Sayang'/><author><name>isciel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09382761595485233655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346546367418669480.post-4171417546234449590</id><published>2007-03-01T14:55:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T15:20:51.695+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Take-out dunkin super dami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaumay...hehehe'/><title type='text'>Busy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I woke up in the morning like i have an office today, but i realized its the end na pala and that was yesterday.  I decided to go to SSS to process some documents and after that took my breakfast at Mc Donalds somewhere in MCU then have to go for my second itinerary which is to my bank to request MC to be used to my application in other country.  Then after that have to go to the office just to meet my boss and to fix my things already.  Then its lunch time and i tried to eat in one of the sizzling resto in mall without any companion huh, taste good naman.  Then  have to return the house to put some things and of course to use the wash room na din not feels good eh, hehe.  After that i have to hurry up and go to the bank again just to pay my contribution in SSS (im voluntary already), thanks God no pila.  And then im here now with my friend duwa's office using the computer of our boss warren (my former boss), trying to complete my blog and i guess now its already done because i have time for it na.  This is my only treasure that could turned back time or to refresh my mind to what had happened in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346546367418669480-4171417546234449590?l=isciel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/4171417546234449590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/4171417546234449590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/2007/03/busy-day.html' title='Busy Day'/><author><name>isciel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09382761595485233655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346546367418669480.post-8700260803894351320</id><published>2007-03-01T06:00:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T13:52:17.137+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suretype Goodbye'/><title type='text'>The Last Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last day of work and last day to stay in the office.  Hard to let go of the things around me like, computer, scanner, the server, my telephone and alot more.  The people who really nice to me, jv, rod, jef and ruel and specially my boss joan but not to mention the people who hated me most huh, because they hated my policies and procedures, whew! anyway, those were the days and have to end my contact with them.  Last day super toxic, hard to communicate with the accountant of the company, last minute still have requirements to do and submit with her, but i accomplished everything like my boss said im her angel.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Buti na lang my chinese friend is always there for me, we're always spending our spare time together in starbucks even if absent ang husband nya and we share what we did the whole day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But you know what, its really nice to be a part of the said company eventhough it not last that long but at least the management tried.  Last word, Goodbye SureType/MTC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346546367418669480-8700260803894351320?l=isciel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/8700260803894351320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/8700260803894351320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/2007/02/last-day.html' title='The Last Day'/><author><name>isciel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09382761595485233655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346546367418669480.post-2406895149926003042</id><published>2007-02-28T10:00:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T14:54:32.766+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starbucks'/><title type='text'>Here we go again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One day to go before the last day of work, but still have to finish everything and have to entertain employees queries.  Sad day to all of us inside the company and i can feel the pressure around me and my boss joan, because we never know what will happen next to all of us, are we going to become successful one day after this or only some will succeed.  Honestly, i'm very lonely but i have to face the fact that this company will never exist again, its already the end.  I have to be toughed like im not affected but i am.  Is just that i dont want anybody to see me lonely that will affect my boss (because i know my boss' weaknesses) that is why i keep myself busy.  I dont want to cry because its almost done.  After office hour i decided to go with my friend office and started joking and laughing because of the issue between her curly hair and her husband, then we took some spare time together with of course her husband who fetched us in my friend office and we went to starbucks again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346546367418669480-2406895149926003042?l=isciel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/feeds/2406895149926003042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3346546367418669480&amp;postID=2406895149926003042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/2406895149926003042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/2406895149926003042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/2007/02/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again...'/><author><name>isciel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09382761595485233655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346546367418669480.post-6007927091967223379</id><published>2007-02-27T08:00:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T14:29:13.851+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duwa'/><title type='text'>Super Strawberry Shake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its Monday once again and guess who feels bad mood? its Duwa, my chinese friend, you know why? its her first time to curl her hair and her husband always trying to insult her that turns her into a bad mood.  Just to stop of being moody or feeling depressed, we have to do something, we have to eat a lot and 'till we dine-in at Shakey's just to make a change kasi everytime we eat pizza we straight to pizza hut so why not try shakey's for a change, like other sayings "new look, new style, new pizza".  We ordered combos meal sort of spaghetti, 2 mojos and 1 slice pizza and drink of course and take note thats not yet finish.  After our conversation regarding her husband, her mood, her story we decided to order some desert, 'tll we ordered the super strawberry shake! take note super because it placed into a tall glass for desert shake that hard for us to zip on top of the table because its too tall and we have to hold it down the table just to zip it.  Super strawberry shake really amazed me not because it placed into a tall glass but because the taste is really great and surprisingly we really enjoy zipping it, and that's the only way to fade the depression because this super strawberry shake turns duwa to smile again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346546367418669480-6007927091967223379?l=isciel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/feeds/6007927091967223379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3346546367418669480&amp;postID=6007927091967223379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/6007927091967223379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/6007927091967223379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/2007/02/super-strawberry-shake.html' title='Super Strawberry Shake'/><author><name>isciel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09382761595485233655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3346546367418669480.post-5269230045844587710</id><published>2007-02-25T00:38:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T14:57:17.993+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Culet'/><title type='text'>Whatta nice DaY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its Satuday again, i always have a routine of going home to our province when suddenly someone called me up, it was Culet, my inspiration, my crush, he always telling me that he likes me, but its fine with me. He just spent the whole day with me. Im thankful because this guy is really a busy man, but he knows how to handle his time and i thank him for that. We talked a lot and of course we ate a lot. It was a great feeling when someone out there really appreciate you of being you, that gives you how important you are to him but the sad thing here is i have to treat him only a friend. I hope i could meet someone like Culet in the near future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3346546367418669480-5269230045844587710?l=isciel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/5269230045844587710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3346546367418669480/posts/default/5269230045844587710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isciel.blogspot.com/2007/02/whatta-nice-day.html' title='Whatta nice DaY!'/><author><name>isciel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09382761595485233655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
